Chapter 16
I tensed inside but remained outwardly calm: “Go ahead.”
“Moira… she wants to take over your former position.”
The pen I had been holding clattered onto the desk. Not from surprise, but because this man could repeatedly lower my expectations of him.
I narrowed my eyes: “My former job–is she already preparing to be luna?”
“She wants to do something substantial,” Rowan’s tone was reproachful. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
I was speechless, my chest tightening, my heart feeling as if it were being gripped by claws.
His calmness made me want to tear his face apart.
“I’m telling you in advance out of respect,” his tone softened slightly. “Don’t be so hostile toward her. The two packs are cooperating. She’s the Ashenford pack’s little princess. What can I do? Turn against them for your sake?”
I felt waves of dizziness, like standing on the edge of a cliff with the wind constantly pushing me.
I said nothing.
Three days later, I still went to the company.
This was the final handover.
Moira, dressed in new Chanel, strode confidently into my office. She had completely changed the environment I had carefully arranged–trophies and certificates were carelessly stuffed into the trash, furniture replaced with her “more comfortable” custom pieces.
She stood in the center of the office, her posture flamboyant, like a victor announcing her conquest.
“Manager Finch,” she sat in my former chair, swinging her legs in high heels, her tone dismissive, “how does it feel?”
I didn’t answer.
“You’ve lost your mate and your position,” she smiled brightly. “Do you know why? Because I come from nobility, while you’re just a woman with no one to back you. People like you are only fit to be playthings.”
I stared at her face, my gaze cold.
“What makes you noble? You can’t even play checkers well, your emotional management is like an eight–year–old’s, and you’re treasuring a man I’ve already used? Gloating over taking a position I no longer want? You’re nothing but a clown.”
“Who are you calling a clown?! How dare you insult me!” She jumped up, about to swing at me.
I didn’t dodge. Instead, I slammed a stack of documents hard into her face. With a thud, she fell to the ground, blood gushing from her nose.
“Handover complete,” I said calmly.
Everyone stared in astonishment.
As I drove away, it began to rain.
I’sat in the driver’s seat, quietly watching the world blur through the rain–streaked window. My heart was empty, but also strangely… peaceful
In ten days, everything would be over.
Third–person perspective:
- Knoas
Chapter 16
Moira immediately went upstairs to complain, crying.
“She hit me! She slammed documents in my face and called me shameless!”
Soren was also present, shocked at his sister’s tear–stained, swollen face: “How did you end up like this?”
Rowan remained silent, his gaze detached.
“She’ll pay for this!” Soren raged.
Rowan rubbed his brow. “I’ll make her apologize.”
Soren laughed coldly: “Is an apology enough? No one hurts my sister and gets away with it.”
Hearing the threat in his words, Rowan stood up, staring at him icily: “Alpha Soren, she is my woman, the luna of our pack. I will not allow anyone to harm her! If you dare hurt her on your own, don’t blame the Mercer pack for going to war with you!”
The air instantly froze.
Moira’s face paled.
She hadn’t expected… Rowan would still stand on Elara’s side.
Seeing the increasingly cold atmosphere between her brother and Rowan, she was resentful but didn’t dare push further, and could only choke out: “Never mind… she was upset. I won’t hold it against her.”
Elara’s perspective:
That evening, I received a call from Lilith.
“Darling, Garrett Wylder will be at the golf course tomorrow afternoon. I’ve arranged an opportunity to bring you along. Make sure you present yourself well.”
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