Chapter 107
Chapter 107:
I stared at the impossible string of zeros. It was the ultimate checkmate. With this contract, Vincent Parrish’s coup would be crushed before it even began. But beneath the overwhelming relief, a bitter, toxic ache spread through my ribs. It was hush money — a gilded, fifty-million-dollar payoff to keep me playing the compliant cover while they carried on their romance in the shadows.
I closed the folder, my fingers trembling slightly against the leather.
“Tell Kain,” I whispered, my voice tight with suppressed emotion, “that I accept his apology p>
Fletcher POV
W𝗵a𝘵 𝗲𝗏e𝗋уоn𝘦 𝘪ѕ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝘥іո𝗴 o𝘯 ѕ.𝖼o𝗆
The polished metal doors of the elevator slid shut, cutting off the faint, sorrowful scent of wild roses and rain. I let out a long breath, shaking my head at the sheer absurdity of the situation.
I opened the private mind-link to my Alpha.
She bought it, I reported, unable to keep the amusement out of my mental voice. The whole ‘boy toy’ act. She even gave me a speech about respecting our arrangement.
A low, vibrating hum resonated in my skull. Good, Kain’s voice answered, heavy with centuries of absolute authority. Make sure the contracts are ironclad. She’ll need them tomorrow to crush what’s left of the old guard.
I leaned against the cool elevator wall, watching the floor numbers tick down. She’s incredibly charming, Alpha. Fierce, too, even when she’s hurting. I can certainly see why you’re so captivated.
The atmospheric pressure inside the elevator seemed to plummet instantly, despite Kain being miles away. The mind-link crackled with a sudden, terrifying surge of ancient cedar and pure, lethal possessiveness. My Inner Wolf immediately lowered its head in submission.
Don’t get any ideas, Fletcher, Kain snarled, his Lycan beast bleeding into every dark syllable. She’s mine.
Adelina POV
The heavy mahogany doors of the Wolfe Hotel Group boardroom felt entirely different this morning. They were not a barrier — they were the gates to my executioner’s block, or so Vincent Parrish believed.
I walked in, my heels clicking sharply against the polished hardwood. The air was already suffocating, thick with the scent of expensive leather, stale cigars, and the sour, muddy stench of Vincent’s desperate ambition. He sat at the head of the table, flanked by the old guard, his Inner Wolf practically salivating at the prospect of my ruin.
“Let’s not waste time,” Vincent announced the moment I took my seat. He stood abruptly, slamming both hands onto the table. “Two million dollars. That is what this Pack lost yesterday because we allowed a wolfless puppet to play Luna. Jase Davenport is pulling contracts, and Adelina is a magnet for disaster. I am calling for an immediate vote of no confidence to strip her of her proxy powers p>
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the sycophants around him.
I didn’t flinch. I simply leaned back in my chair and caught the eye of Harvey Hester, who stood quietly near the wall. I gave him a subtle nod.
“Before anyone casts a vote,” I said, my voice cutting through the heavy tension like a silver blade, “Harvey has some reading material for you p>
Harvey stepped forward and distributed the thick leather-bound dossiers embossed with the gold Blackstone Empire crest to every board member.