Chapter 5

“Kneel! Kneel! Kneel!”

The crowd chanted, their voices growing in volume like a cult in the middle of a ritual.

“The Omega should get down on her knees.”

“It’s the least she can do!”

“Hurry up and kneel.”

Samantha took out her phone. “I should record this and post it on the internet. The world should see what happens to someone who doesn’t know her place.

“I’ve got the title figured out. The ex-simp comes crawling back in public shame,” she said with a thrill in her voice.

“It’s going to go viral for sure, and the whole world will see.”

At the height of the moment, Samantha grabbed a cup of freshly brewed coffee from the table.

“Oops!”

In a not-so-apparent accident, she tripped over her heel and hurled the steaming cup of coffee at me.

Since it was clear what Samantha planned to do with the coffee, I took a step to the side to remove myself from the trajectory. She lost balance from overextending, only to splash the coffee on herself.

“Aaaahh!”

Samantha let out a blood-curdling scream.

It was bad enough that the coffee was boiling, but the stain quickly spread across her hundred-thousand-dollar limited-edition white dress like an abstract work of art.

“My dress! My dress! This is a limited-edition Hermes, only three of its kind in this world!” She screamed hysterically.

Laura stepped in to help, but her foot landed on the hundred-dollar bills she had thrown to the ground.

Her red-soled heel slipped on the banknotes.

‘Eeek!”

Out of the kindness of my heart, I reached out to pull her up and redirected the angle of her fall.

Thump!

Laura somehow fell back on her bottom right in the puddle of coffee, courtesy of Samantha.

The seat of her two-hundred-dollar Dior haute couture gown blossomed with a rich coffee stain.

“Noooo!” Laura’s shriek was far more harrowing than Samantha’s. “My dress! I got it custom-made just for tonight.”

The two women stood there in humiliation, one with her front soaked in coffee, and the other with a brown mark on her backside.

“You did it on purpose!” Samantha shrilled, her finger up my nose.

“You spilled the coffee. I just happened to get out of the way,” I replied indifferently.

I then looked at Laura, who was frantically wiping her dress. “You stepped and slipped on the money you threw to the ground.

“If you’re looking to point fingers, you should blame yourself for throwing money on the floor.”

Lucas grimaced. “Are you asking for a fight?”

He unleashed his full Alpha dominance, exerting a level of mental intimidation that would make an ordinary werewolf crumble at his feet.

I gnashed my teeth, desperately trying to keep on my feet while straightening my cuffs to hide the tremors.

Lucas was utterly enraged.

“Security! Throw this she-wolf out!” He shouted.

Several burly-looking security guards took quick paces over.

“Hang on,” Lucas said.

He had every wolf’s attention.

Lucas approached, his presence looming over me. “Here is your last chance.

“Come back to the Silver Moon Pack and admit your mistake. You must apologize for your disappearance three years ago. In exchange, I can overlook the past and provide you with a respectable job.

“You’re an Omega. That’s a fact that won’t change. At least, you have a home with the Silver Moon Pack.”

Laura exclaimed, “Are you crazy, Lucas?”

Paying her no heed, Lucas fixated on me. “This is your final chance, Ava.”

As Lucas waited for my answer, the speakers blared through the hall. “My fellow wolves, the summit will begin in ten minutes.

“Today’s special guest, Ms. Erin White, is with us today. She will be delivering a wonderful presentation and a tactical case analysis.”

The mention of Erin set Laura and Samantha buzzing, and their earlier embarrassment faded.

“Erin is here!”

“Come on. I need to get a good seat.”

Struck by a thought, Laura looked at Samantha. “Hang on. Where’s the gift I prepared?”

“It’s here.” Samantha’s assistant presented a velvet box. “A sapphire necklace worth five hundred thousand dollars.”

“Perfect. I must be the first to present a gift to her,” Laura said excitedly.

“Erin White… They say that she comes from blue blood, born from a line of an ancient pack.”

Samantha sneered at me. “Unlike some werewolves, who are born trash and will be trash for life.”

“That reminds me. You should pat her down before kicking her out. She might have stolen something,” Laura told the security guards.

Just as the security guards were about to grab me, the doors to the hall swung open.

A young female assistant in a business suit rushed in, looking rather anxious. She was a staff member of the Alliance.

“Ms. Black.” She hurried toward the VIP section at the front.

“What’s the matter?” Laura asked in annoyance while cleaning the coffee stain on her dress.

“Regarding Ms. White’s reception tonight, Mr. Butler asked me to reconfirm the seating arrangement for the VIPs and the gift you have prepared.”

“I’ve brought everything I need. It’s a five-hundred-thousand-dollar sapphire necklace. Check it out.” Laura perked up.

She opened the velvet box to show off the piece of jewelry.

The assistant gave a nod. “Alright. I’ll make a note of it. Mr. Butler notified that if any late VIPs turn up, I should…”

Her voice trailed off when her gaze met mine.

The assistant went white in the face.

She blinked in disbelief before looking again, her hands shaking.

“N-No way…” She mumbled.

“What is it? What did you see?” Samantha’s patience ran thin.

Instead of replying, the assistant looked me dead in the eye.

“Y-You’re… Ms. White!” Her voice trembled.