Third Person's POV
Veronica visibly calmed upon hearing this.
When she turned to Vanya, her initial arrogance had dissolved, and her tone softened, "Vanya, in these tough times, you should support Cliff more. It's your duty as his mate, don't you think?"
Vanya cast her eyes downward. "I've been staying with the Dalton family these past days to help Cliff."
Veronica nodded approvingly. "Good girl."
Vanya remained silent.
Veronica continued, "Seeing how united you two are, I'm looking forward to enjoying some family bliss. From today on, I'll stay here and help you manage the pack's affairs, Cliff, what do you say?"
Cliff frowned. "Granny..."
Before he could finish, Veronica turned to Vanya, her words laden with implication, "Vanya, and what's your take?"
"You're welcome to stay. But Cliff and I are often out, and I'm afraid we might not be able to take good care of you," Vanya said.
"No problem at all. There're ome
Third Person's POVCliff frowned slightly, his tone carrying a warning. "Today's not a workday. She's entitled to rest.""I know, but ever since you had your Luna, you've stopped valuing my opinion," Veronica said, switching to a jesting tone.She turned to Genevieve, her eyes filled with appreciation. "Genevieve, the soup you made tastes quite good. Pour a plate for Cliff to try.""As you wish, Madam Todd," Genevieve replied meekly, heading to the kitchen to fetch a plate of soup, which she placed in front of Cliff.Cliff accepted it naturally, without a word.Veronica raised an eyebrow. "Cliff, don't you recognize her?"Cliff looked up, confusion etched on his face.Genevieve smiled and said, "Cliff, it's me.""Sorry, I don't know you," Cliff replied flatly, clearly intent on distancing himself from her.Genevieve looked at Veronica with a tinge of disappointment. "Madam Todd, I told you he wouldn't remember me."Veronica patiently prompted, "Her surname is Watkins, Cliff."Still, C
Third Person's POV"I won't touch you. This is just to keep up appearances in front of Veronica," Cliff said in a low voice. His pheromones carried a tinge of helplessness, as if he surrendered to fate. His wolf eyes flickered with a dull light, like an extinguished campfire.Vanya glanced between the bed and the sofa, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.Turning to Cliff, she said firmly, "Then you're sleeping on the sofa!"Her words carried an undeniable authority, her pheromones laced with a warning.A flash of loneliness crossed Cliff's eyes, like a deserted wolf.But he still replied softly, "Okay."Obediently, he moved the pillows from the double bed to the sofa, his movements gentle as if not to disturb Vanya. He found a thin blanket and gently covered himself.His pheromones carried a hint of pine, a sign of his barely contained emotions.Seeing his compliance, Vanya returned to bed. Her voice held a chill. "At night, we'll keep our distance. You can't come within three feet of me.
Third Person's POVVeronica visibly calmed upon hearing this.When she turned to Vanya, her initial arrogance had dissolved, and her tone softened, "Vanya, in these tough times, you should support Cliff more. It's your duty as his mate, don't you think?"Vanya cast her eyes downward. "I've been staying with the Dalton family these past days to help Cliff."Veronica nodded approvingly. "Good girl."Vanya remained silent.Veronica continued, "Seeing how united you two are, I'm looking forward to enjoying some family bliss. From today on, I'll stay here and help you manage the pack's affairs, Cliff, what do you say?"Cliff frowned. "Granny..."Before he could finish, Veronica turned to Vanya, her words laden with implication, "Vanya, and what's your take?""You're welcome to stay. But Cliff and I are often out, and I'm afraid we might not be able to take good care of you," Vanya said."No problem at all. There're ome
Third Person's POV"Miss Coleman's academic record checks out. Her grades were consistently solid. If she were to work in finance, she'd likely make a name for herself," Stewart remarked.Vanya, of course, was well aware of this.In her previous life, after Melinda pursued further studies abroad, she returned to help Cliff amass a fortune.Cliff, impressed by her contributions, had taken her under his wing.As dusk settled, Vanya drove back to the Silver Moon Pack.Veronica was sitting on the sofa as expected, her sandalwood-scented aura heavy with barely contained fury."Where's Cliff?" Vanya asked upon entering the living room. Her lily-like, crisp presence trembled faintly under Veronica's sandalwood-infused pressure.She had anticipated Veronica summoning Cliff back, but it seemed Veronica wished for a private discussion."Cliff is still in a meeting. I asked him to return later," Veronica said.Her sandalwood
Third Person's POVThat afternoon, Melinda received an interview invite from one of the M Group's companies.She dressed meticulously and entered the premises in high heels.The interviewer glanced at her resume and asked, "I see you're a graduate student at Wolfe International Finance School."Melinda replied with a hint of pride, "Yes, I am.""It's quite an achievement to get in at such a young age," the interviewer said approvingly.Melinda's confidence swelled—she had indeed earned her place at Wolfe through hard work.The interviewer clarified, "We do have an internship position, but not as Deputy General Manager.""Not Deputy General Manager?" Melinda frowned.She had anticipated challenges but pressed on, "My minimum requirement is a team leader role in the Finance Department or Accounting Department...""No, no, no, you've misunderstood," the interviewer interjected."While we value applicants
Third Person's POVIn the office, employees who had previously fawned over Melinda now placed small snacks on Vanya's desk."Vanya, we were blind before. Please don't take it to heart," they said."Yeah, I always liked you! It was Melinda and Sabrina who wouldn't let us talk to you!" others chimed in."You're so pretty. How could Alpha Cliff not see that and go for Melinda instead…" some added.Vanya remained indifferent to their flattery.Workplace fickleness was nothing new.As she looked up, she spotted Melinda exiting Evans's office.With a sour expression, Melinda seemed to be nursing some dark thoughts. Vanya leaned back in her chair, watching her with mild interest."Melinda!" A few female employees jumped in fright and quickly moved aside—they didn't want to anger either Vanya or Melinda."Now that I'm fired, are you satisfied?" Melinda glared at Vanya.Vanya smiled. "If you're fired, i