Chapter 137
Chapter 137:
I remained standing behind my father’s desk, my posture rigid and cold. “Mrs. Tate is summering in Milan, Mother,” I replied, my voice eerily calm. “She hasn’t been to the club in weeks. Your lies are getting sloppy p>
Carolyn’s face flushed a dangerous, mottled red. Her Inner Wolf was thrashing, terrified of losing the social standing she worshipped.
“I am not ruining this Pack,” I continued, staring dead into her furious eyes. “I am simply clearing out the rot p>
That single word — rot — snapped the last thread of her sanity.
With a feral snarl, Carolyn lunged around the edge of the desk. My body betrayed me. A deeply ingrained childhood trauma flared to life, and I instinctively flinched, stepping back from the woman who had terrorized my youth.
“You selfish, vicious little thing!” she spat.
SMACK.
Her palm struck my cheek with a sickening crack. The sheer force of the blow snapped my head to the side, the stinging pain radiating down my jaw. Outside the glass, Harvey gasped and took a sharp step forward before freezing.
My hand shot to the top drawer beneath the desk. The silver dagger was right there.
I didn’t need silver to destroy her. That slap had just shattered the final, pathetic illusion of our blood tie. The twenty-six-year-old chain around my neck quietly dissolved.
𝗣𝘰р𝗎𝗅а𝗿 𝘀𝗍o𝘳𝗂еs o𝗻
I turned my head back to face her. The absolute void in my eyes made Carolyn take a faltering step back.
Without breaking eye contact, I pressed my hand down on the intercom. “Warriors. My office. Now p>
“This is my husband’s Pack!” Carolyn shrieked, panic bleeding through her anger at last. “You can’t do this to me p>
“You are nothing,” I said, my voice dropping to a lethal, unrecognizable octave.
The office doors swung open and two heavily muscled Warriors stepped in, reading the room instantly.
“Escort this woman off the premises,” I commanded, pointing a steady finger at Carolyn. “If she resists, call the human police and have her arrested for physically assaulting an Alpha. She is nothing more than an egg donor and a bully.” I held her gaze until the last possible second. “And for the record, Mother — I run the Wolfe bloodline trust now. You don’t get a dime p>
Carolyn’s eyes bulged in sheer horror as the Warriors took her by the arms. She thrashed wildly, her heels kicking at the doorframe as they dragged her backward.
“You’ll pay for this, Adelina!” she screeched, her voice echoing down the executive hallway. “Jase Davenport will see you stripped of everything! He’ll make you a Rogue! You hear me?! A Rogue p>
The heavy doors clicked shut, cutting off her manic screams.
The silence that followed was deafening. I stood frozen for a long moment, the scent of my own wild roses and salty tears filling the empty room. Then my knees buckled.
I slid down the side of the mahogany desk and hit the cold floor, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my face in my hands. I was an orphan now, entirely by my own choice. Yet beneath the stinging pain in my cheek and the exhaustion deep in my bones, a strange, terrifying relief washed over me.