Chapter 126
Chapter 126:
I turned my glacial stare to Sloane, who was trembling behind a lounge chair. “My office. Now p>
Sloane looked frantically at Vincent. “Vince, do something p>
I shifted my gaze to my uncle. My dormant wolf didn’t need to bare fangs — the absolute, unyielding authority in my posture was enough. Vincent swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the furious Mrs. Tate before dropping to the floor. He abandoned Sloane without a word to save his own skin.
Minutes later, in the quiet sanctuary of my Alpha office, I slid a crisp piece of paper across the mahogany desk.
𝖲h𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝘆𝘰u𝗋 f𝘢vо𝘳i𝘵𝗲𝗌 𝖿𝗿𝗼𝗆
Harvey had drafted the termination letter an hour ago. I had known exactly how this execution would play out.
Sloane stared at the document, her face twisting in desperate rage. “Vincent loves me! He won’t let you do this p>
I leaned forward, resting both hands flat on the desk. “Vincent’s wealth belongs entirely to his mate, Lily Parrish. If he tries to save your job, I will ensure Lily not only sees today’s lobby security footage, but also receives an anonymous envelope with much more interesting content regarding a certain Tribeca apartment p>
Every trace of color drained from Sloane’s face. The realization that she was completely isolated, financially ruined, and facing the wrath of a powerful Pack’s female broke her entirely. She began to sob — a pathetic, hollow sound.
I gave a curt nod to the two Pack Warriors waiting by the door. They took her by the arms and escorted her out of the building.
The heavy mahogany door clicked shut. A moment later, Harvey’s voice reached me through the mind-link.
Luna, Mrs. Tate is highly satisfied with your swift action. She just booked our Pack’s exclusive spa services as a thank you.
Good work, Harvey, I linked back.
I stood and crossed to the glass wall of my office, my eyes settling on the closed door of Vincent Parrish’s office at the end of the executive corridor. I had severed his right hand and publicly humiliated him. He had absolutely nothing left to hide behind.
“Next,” I whispered to the empty room.
Adelina POV
I didn’t hesitate. I turned on my heel, walked straight down the executive corridor, and pushed open the heavy oak door to Vincent Parrish’s office. The air inside was suffocating — thick with the sour, acidic stench of stale cigars and absolute defeat.
Vincent was pacing behind his desk, his face a mottled, ugly red. The moment he saw me, his pathetic Inner Wolf flared with a desperate, cornered rage.
“You think you can just bypass me?” Vincent snarled, slamming his fist onto the polished wood. “Sloane is my Special Advisor! You had no right to humiliate her in front of the entire lobby! I will call an emergency board meeting and have her reinstated by tomorrow morning p>
I closed the door behind me, the lock clicking shut with a definitive snap. I didn’t raise my voice. I simply let my dormant wild rose scent bloom, lacing it with the cold, unyielding authority of a true Luna.