Chapter 39
Chapter 39:
I didn’t speak. I walked straight to the head of the table and dropped the heavy legal document onto the polished wood.
“Twenty percent,” I announced, my voice slicing through the tense silence. “I am now the largest individual shareholder of this company p>
Vincent snatched the paper, his eyes scanning the text before bulging in outrage. “Bryan’s signature—he was coerced! This is invalid p>
I met his furious gaze with absolute, glacial calm. “It was notarized by the Blackstone Empire’s legal team and witnessed by the Lycan King himself. Challenge it, Vincent, and see what happens p>
The invocation of Kain’s title sucked the oxygen from the room. Vincent’s jaw snapped shut, his Inner Wolf whimpering in sudden, paralyzing fear.
I didn’t give them a second to recover. I turned my attention down the table. “Harvey Hester p>
The HR Director flinched, his scent spiking with sour panic.
“You fired two single mothers last month—widows of Warriors who died defending this Pack—just to hire your incompetent nephew,” I stated, my voice ringing with the authority of my bloodline. “You betrayed the core values of the Silvermoon Pack. You’re fired p>
“You can’t do this!” Vincent roared, slamming his fist on the table, desperate to maintain his crumbling authority.
T𝘩e 𝖻e𝗌𝘁 𝗿e𝘃іew𝗌 𝗈ո
“I just did,” I replied coldly.
I pressed the intercom button on the table. The doors opened, and two veteran Warriors stepped in. Their scent was a sharp, comforting mix of loyalty and cold steel—men who had served my father and despised the Parrish regime.
“Escort Mr. Hester out of the building,” I commanded.
Harvey stammered, but the Warriors hauled him out without hesitation. The boardroom fell into a deathly, terrified silence. I had completely broken Vincent’s hold. I dismissed the meeting and walked out, finally feeling the true, intoxicating weight of an Alpha heir’s power.
I retreated to my father’s former Alpha office at the end of the hall. The faint, pure scent of winter snow and pine still lingered in the spacious room, wrapping around me like a ghost’s embrace.
But the sanctuary was already marked.
On the massive mahogany desk sat a black velvet box bearing the Blackstone crest. I had left the massive pink diamond on the penthouse nightstand that morning, refusing to wear such a blatant mark of ownership. Yet Kain had anticipated my defiance. He had it delivered directly to my seat of power.
I opened the box. Inside lay the spare key to the Porsche Panamera, a limitless Centurion black card, and the flawless pink diamond ring.
With a trembling breath, I slipped the perfectly fitting diamond back onto my finger. It was heavy. Ice-cold. A brilliant shield, screaming to every Rogue and hostile Alpha that I was the Lycan King’s untouchable Luna. But as the metal warmed against my skin, it felt undeniably like shackles, binding me to a terrifying predator who demanded absolute control over every facet of my life.
My mind flashed back to The Oak Room—Kain and his Beta, Fletcher Banks, sharing that intimate, quiet moment, adjusting collars and exchanging warm smiles.