Chapter 132
Chapter 132:
Adelina POV
The velvet noose of Kain’s protection had suffocated me all weekend. By the time Monday morning arrived, I didn’t just want to reclaim my territory — I needed to. I sat behind my father’s massive mahogany desk in my Alpha office, the crisp scent of winter snow and pine grounding my frayed nerves.
I was waiting for the rot to show itself.
Right on cue, a chaotic scuffle erupted in the hallway. The heavy mahogany doors burst open, slamming against the walls.
Sloane Prescott shoved her way into my sanctuary looking like a rabid dog. Her usually immaculate designer dress was rumpled, and the air was instantly polluted by her cloying, cheap floral perfume — now soured with the rancid stench of pure, desperate jealousy.
“You can’t just throw me out!” Sloane shrieked, marching toward my desk.
Harvey Hester was right on her heels, his jaw clenched tight. “Luna, I apologize. She slipped past the lobby security. I will have her removed immediately p>
“It’s fine, Harvey,” I said, my voice a calm, glacial contrast to her hysteria. I leaned back in my father’s leather chair and laced my fingers together. “Let her speak p>
Sloane slammed her hands onto the polished mahogany. “I want my severance package! And a letter of recommendation! I have given years of my life to this Pack, and I will not be tossed onto the street by a wolfless puppet who only got this office by spreading her legs for a Lycan p>
𝖶𝖾𝘦𝘬𝘭𝘆 𝗋𝖾l𝘦a𝗌еѕ о𝗇
Outside the glass walls of my office, the bustling executive floor ground to a halt. Housekeepers, receptionists, and Warriors paused, their eyes wide as they watched the spectacle unfold. The scent of shock and eager gossip seeped through the glass.
“You aren’t getting a severance, Sloane,” I stated, my dormant wild rose scent blooming with cold authority. “You were terminated for cause. Harassing an allied Alpha’s mate is a direct violation of Pack law p>
Sloane’s eyes darted nervously, her Inner Wolf shrinking, but she doubled down on her delusion. “I didn’t harass him! Mr. Tate came onto me! He cornered me in the lounge, and I was just trying to be polite to a VIP client p>
I didn’t argue. I simply picked up the remote resting on my desk and pressed a single button.
The massive screen mounted on the wall flared to life. The high-definition security footage from the Alpha Lounge played in crisp detail — Sloane deliberately pressing her body against Mr. Tate, her hand reaching up to stroke the back of his neck, a highly possessive and deeply inappropriate gesture in the werewolf world. Mr. Tate’s face was twisted in obvious discomfort as he tried to pull away.
Sloane froze, every trace of color draining from her face. “That — that’s edited! You altered the footage p>
“You are trespassing, Sloane,” I said, my tone dropping to a lethal whisper.
Panic shattered her arrogant facade entirely. She looked wildly at the glass walls, taking in the disgusted faces of Pack members already recording her on their phones. Desperation made her reckless.
“Vincent won’t allow this!” Sloane screamed, her voice cracking. “You can’t do this to me! He needs me p>