Chapter 176
Chapter 176:
I didn’t flinch. “I propose the immediate termination of Vincent Parrish’s ties to this Pack. He is to be stripped of his non-voting shares and handed over to human law enforcement. I call for a vote of banishment p>
The Elders didn’t hesitate. One by one, they raised their hands. Unanimous.
Vincent’s jaw dropped. He began to roar, spouting venom and curses, his Inner Wolf thrashing as the realization set in that his corrupt reign was over.
“Mute him,” I commanded the technician.
The audio cut instantly, leaving Vincent as a silent, thrashing ghost on the screen before the feed was terminated entirely. The rot was finally excised.
I turned my attention back to the long oak table. “With the internal threat neutralized, we move to the external. I am officially filing charges against Kira Parrish with the Continental Pack Council for defamation and conspiracy p>
An older Elder near the back shifted uncomfortably, his scent spiking with caution. “Luna, the Parrish family has incredibly deep pockets. A legal war of that magnitude could drain our reserves p>
I leaned forward, resting my hands flat on the table. “Parrish Holdings stock dropped below ten dollars a share this morning,” I revealed, my voice a smooth, glacial whisper. “They are bankrupt. They cannot even afford the Council’s arbitration fees p>
D𝗼𝘸𝗻𝗅о𝖺𝖽 P𝗗𝘍s f𝘳𝗲𝖾 𝘰𝗻
A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the chamber. The Elders exchanged wide-eyed glances. They didn’t just hear the financial update — they smelled the terrifying, invisible hand of Kain Blackwell behind it. The realization of the absolute, monstrous power backing my claim cemented my authority in the room. No one dared to argue.
With the meeting adjourned, I walked out of the chamber and into the grand lobby of The Wolfe Hotel. The adrenaline of the execution was beginning to fade, leaving a strange, hollow exhaustion in my bones.
But as I approached the front desk, my breath hitched.
Sitting on the polished marble was a massive arrangement of two dozen deep red velvet roses. They were breathtaking, radiating a subtle, intoxicating fragrance that made my dormant wild rose scent flare involuntarily in response.
I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I pulled the crisp white card from the envelope. The elegant, sharp handwriting was unmistakable.
To the victor, the spoils. — K.
A sudden, violent heat rushed to my cheeks. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
“The Alpha King is remarkably thoughtful,” a smooth voice noted.
I startled slightly, turning to find Liam Craig, Kain’s lead attorney, standing near the desk with a knowing, playful smirk on his face.
I quickly cleared my throat and forced my professional walls back into place. “He’s just playing the part, Liam,” I said, keeping my tone deliberately dismissive. “It’s for the Pack members to see. We have to maintain the image of our alliance p>
Liam simply raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening.
I tried to walk away with my dignity intact, but I already knew I was failing. The air around me had betrayed me entirely. My scent — usually a crisp blend of wild roses and a post-storm forest — had involuntarily sweetened, thickening with a heavy, undeniable warmth.