Chapter 134
Chapter 134:
The single word sliced through the room. It was Lily Parrish. Her voice was absolute ice, carrying the terrifying, unyielding authority of a wealthy, powerful female wolf who had just discovered her mate’s ultimate betrayal.
Vincent froze. The blood drained from his face so fast he looked like a corpse. “Lily, my love, whatever you’ve heard p>
“I received the photographs,” Lily interrupted, her tone dead and hollow. “Every joint Pack credit account is frozen. The locks on the estate have been changed. My lawyers will contact you by the end of the hour to initiate the formal Pack separation proceedings p>
“Lily, please! It meant nothing!” Vincent begged, his voice cracking in sheer terror.
“Do not ever contact me again,” she stated.
Click.
𝗦𝗁a𝗿𝘦 y𝗈𝘂r 𝗍𝗵𝘰𝗎𝗀h𝘁s о𝗇 𝗀𝗮𝘭ո𝗼𝗏e𝗹ѕ.𝗰𝗈m
The dial tone echoed through the silent office. Vincent’s knees buckled. He collapsed into the guest chair, his hands trembling violently. Deep within his chest, I could physically hear his Inner Wolf let out a pathetic, agonizing whine of pure despair. Without Lily’s family wealth, he was nothing.
He slowly lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes locking onto me. The realization dawned across his pale face.
“You,” he rasped, his voice shaking. “You sent them p>
I didn’t deny it. I stood and let my dormant wild rose scent bloom with the heavy, crushing weight of a true Luna. I walked around the desk and stopped mere inches from his trembling form.
“A Luna protects her Pack from parasites, Vincent,” I whispered, my tone lethal and absolute. “How the Pack gets cleaned is irrelevant p>
He had no fight left. When Harvey and a Warrior stepped into the office to escort him out, Vincent didn’t even struggle. He walked out like a hollow shell.
An hour later, a courier arrived at my office carrying a sleek black box.
Inside, resting in a minimalist obsidian vase, was a single, glowing Moonpetal Lily. I carefully pulled the crisp envelope from the stem. The heavy cream cardstock bore no signature — only an elegant, sharp hand:
You have a strong Inner Wolf, little one. Well done.
A profound, unexpected warmth bloomed in my chest. It was from Lily. This silent alliance, this recognition from a powerful female, validated the strength I carried inside — even without a physical wolf.
Jase POV
The sterile glass and steel of my penthouse office felt like a cage. I paced behind my red mahogany desk, the air thick with the sour, metallic ozone of my own frustrated jealousy.
I stopped and glared at the glossy photograph resting on the desk — a still from the mall’s security footage showing Adelina, looking beautiful and fiercely protective, standing behind the undercover Blackstone Warrior who had humiliated me in the elevator.
My Inner Wolf roared, clawing at my ribs in pure, unadulterated agony. She was supposed to be mine.
I pressed my cell phone to my ear, listening to the lead investigator of the human private firm I had hired.