Chapter 406
Chapter 406:
I didn’t have time to stand. My father, Richard Davenport, stepped into the dim room uninvited. The suffocating scent of cold fir wood and merciless, unquestionable power instantly swallowed the stale stench of alcohol that clung to the air.
He didn’t say a word. He marched toward me and threw a rolled-up copy of The Howl evening edition directly at my face.
The newspaper hit my chest and fell open on my lap. Staring up at me was a high-definition front-page photograph of Kira Parrish being dragged by Pack enforcers, heavy silver shackles burning into her wrists. Her face was twisted in a psychotic, unhinged scream, her eyes completely devoid of sanity.
A violent wave of nausea hit me. The realization that I had thrown away a White Wolf — a true Queen — for that deranged, malicious creature twisted my stomach into knots.
I scrambled off the sofa and stumbled into the adjoining marble bathroom. I gripped the freezing edges of the sink, my knuckles turning stark white, as I violently emptied my stomach. The acidic smell mixed with the echo of my humiliated Inner Wolf’s despair, reverberating off the cold, unforgiving walls.
𝘑oі𝗻 𝗈𝘂𝗋 c𝗼m𝗺𝘂𝘯it𝘺 о𝘯 ѕ.c𝘰𝗺
The heavy footsteps of my father approached slowly. He stood in the doorway, studying my trembling, pathetic form in the mirror with absolute, freezing disgust.
“You ruined this family for that,” Richard stated, his voice devoid of any paternal warmth — the clinical assessment of a failed investment. “Davenport Tech is on the verge of total collapse because of your monumental stupidity p>
I wiped my mouth with the back of my trembling hand, unable to meet his eyes in the mirror.
“I have arranged a meeting for you tomorrow morning,” Richard continued, his tone a lethal, vibrating command. “Isabelle Sterling. The heiress to Sterling Capital. You will marry her. We will merge what remains of our assets to secure protection in the human financial sector p>
I froze, the cold water running from the faucet suddenly deafening in the silence. “Isabelle Sterling? She’s human. I don’t even know her. I am not a piece of property to be traded to save your stock prices p>
“You are exactly that!” Richard roared, his Alpha aura exploding into the small bathroom, forcing me to my knees. “You lost the right to choose the day you humiliated this Pack. You will marry the Sterling girl, Jase. If you refuse, I will formally strip you of your Alpha title, sever your trust fund, and cast you out of this Pack to rot as a Rogue p>
The threat hung in the air, heavy and absolute. He wasn’t bluffing.
I looked up at my reflection in the mirror. My skin was pale, my eyes bloodshot and hollow. The proud, arrogant Alpha who had once ruled this city was gone entirely. I was nothing but a pawn now — stripped of my dignity, my freedom, and the only woman I had ever truly loved.
I slowly lowered my head and stared at the cold marble drain as my Inner Wolf let out a final, dying whimper of absolute defeat.