All Chapters of Rebirth Of The Wolfless Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Killian’s POV My instinct was indeed correct. I knew it. I knew the moment I handed Tiffany those lab keys that I was making a huge mistake I would regret and yet I handed them over anyway because she looked at me with puppy dog eyes and I am apparently incapable of saying no to that woman. The call came in from the head lab technician and by the time it ended I was sitting in my chair staring at the wall with my head throbbing. Tiffany knew absolutely nothing. Not a single thing about pharmaceuticals, not a single thing about experimental data. The medicinal herbs she introduced and the compounds she had been mixing for three days had not just failed to progress the antidote, they had made the test subject’s silver poisoning grow significantly even worse. A werewolf that had been showing mild silver poisoning symptoms was now in critical condition and the lab technicians were in a full panic because they had no idea how to reverse what she had done. And now the council had dispa

Killian’s POV I exhaled properly for the first time in three days the moment Scarlett’s car pulled out of the car park. She was already efficient on her best days but watching her walk into that lab, sit down and get straight to work without a single wasted second reminded me of exactly why I needed her. Scarlett was the most efficient person I had ever met when she put her mind to something. The inspection team would arrive soon and for the first time since this whole disaster started I actually believed we were going to be fine. I left her to it and drove straight to Tiffany’s house. I stopped at the jeweler on the route to her house, one I had used before, and told the man behind the counter I needed something significant. He laid three options out in front of me and I picked the moonstone necklace without much reflection. The moonstone necklace immediately caught the light, the rays reflecting under the sunlight. Tiffany always appreciated expensive stuff like this and th

Scarlett’s PovI was in the bath when Killian's call came in.The water was warm, my hair was pinned up, my favorite playlist was running low from my phone on the shelf and I had a glass of champagne on the edge of the tub. I had gotten the data I needed, secured it safely and came home in an excellent mood, life is good and I had no intention of moving for at least another hour.I looked at his name on the screen for a moment, allowing it to ring out three times before I picked up.“Are you still at the lab?” he asked.I already knew what this was. Helena had called him, given him the full performance, probably thrown some breakable ceramics for effect, and now he was calling me with that careful voice he used when he needed something but did not want me to feel the weight of it coming.“I left a while ago,” I said calmly.He said there had been a misunderstanding between Helena and I and that he thought it would be good if he came to pick me up so we could go together and sort it ou

Scarlett’s Pov I straightened my jacket in the car window’s reflection and took a breath.My phone rang and when I checked it was Helena’s name on the screen, which was not something I had ever expected to see.I picked it up.“Scarlett.” Her voice was tight and clipped, every word costing her something she resented paying. “I am calling to apologize. For the other day. I should not have asked you to leave the lab while you were working.” A pause, long enough that I could hear her breathing. “I hope you will accept my apology.”She sounded like she was reading from a script someone had written for her against her will, which was almost certainly exactly what had happened.“Thank you Helena,” I said pleasantly. “I appreciate you calling.”“Is that all?” I asked.“That is all,” she said. “Have a good day.” I ended the call and got back to preparing for the summit. Whatever had happened on Killian’s end to produce that phone call must have been significant. Helena did not apologize to

Scarlett’s PovThe applause faded slowly, the last of it dying out in patches across the hall, and I stepped down from the stage and walked back to my seat.Harry stood up the moment I reached him.“You were absolutely brilliant,” he said, and the way he said it was not flattery, it was just a fact he was stating. “If Alpha Arther were still alive today he would be so proud of you, I promise.”I thought about my father for a moment. A man I had never met, whose face I only knew from a photograph Usher had shown me, who had built Moonlight into something extraordinary and died before I ever got the chance to know him. I had not done this for the applause or for Xavier or for any of the Alphas in that room. I had done it for what Moonlight was supposed to be. And I was going to make it even stronger than Arther left it.Harry nudged my arm. “Dinner time,” he said.I followed a servant through to the banquet hall with Harry beside me, the noise of the summit still buzzing around us as pe