Semua Bab Alpha, Let's End This Bond!: Bab 121 - Bab 130

ARIAThe breakroom was usually a place of mindless chatter and the smell of burnt coffee. Today, it was going to be an execution ground.I stood by the large communal table, my hands resting on the edge.Serge had done his part—mostly because he was terrified I’d blow his career sky-high—and called the floor together. About thirty people were crammed in there, leaning against the counters or standing awkwardly by the vending machines.I could smell everyone's nerves and all the different scents in the room.My wolf was pacing inside, her claws scraping against my ribs. She wanted to bite and tear the truth out of someone's throat."I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’m not upstairs at my new desk," I started firmly, cutting through the low murmurs.I didn't care that they thought I was a "harem" girl. Hell with the promotion!I scanned the room, locking eyes with everyone I could."Yesterday, my children—my twin—were rushed to the hospital. It was a nightmare. They were struggling to

ARIAThe general manager’s office felt like a glass cage. Outside, the entire floor was still buzzing, a hive of workers peering through the blinds to get a glimpse of the "Secretary turned Madam." Inside, the air conditioning hummed, but it didn't do a damn thing to cool the heat radiating off my skin.I sat on the leather sofa, my bag clutched in my lap like a shield. Luca didn't sit in the armchair across from me. No, he sat right next to me.I could feel the warmth of his thigh pressing against mine, the underlying musk of a dominant Alpha, clogging my senses. He draped an arm across the back of the sofa, his fingers grazing my shoulder in a way that looked perfectly affectionate to anyone watching.He acted like he was being sweet, but to me, it felt like he was putting his seal on me."You're shaking," he murmured, leaning in so close his breath tickled my ear."I'm pissed, Luca. There’s a difference," I snapped, keeping my voice low so the suits huddled by the desk wouldn't hea

ARIAThe transfer order sat on my desk like a ticking bomb.Vice President Fergus had sent it over ten minutes after the office had cleared out. It was official, stamped, and completely unasked for: Aria Stormbourne—Reassigned to Executive Suite 1. Immediate effect.I didn’t even sit down. I grabbed the paper, marched straight past the whispering interns, and shoved the door to Fergus’s office open. He was mid-conversation with Luca, who was leaning against the mahogany desk like he owned the building—which, effectively, he did."I’m not moving," I said, dropping the paper onto Fergus’s desk.Fergus blinked, looking like a deer caught in high-beams. "Aria—Mrs. Stormbourne—it’s for your own safety. After the... incident with the breakroom, the Executive Suite offers much better security. Closer to Mr. Stormbourne’s oversight.""I don't need 'oversight,'" I snapped, crossing my arms. "I have a job here. I have a team. I’m not moving into a gilded cage just because things got a little me

LUCABeside me, Aria was a statue of pure defiance, her scent—usually a soft, inviting citrus—now sharp and bitter with resentment.I watched her out of the corner of my eye, my wolf pacing a restless circle in my mind. He didn't like the silence and the distance.Her phone buzzed, breaking the tension. She snatched it up like it was a lifeline."Nova? Hey," she said, her voice instantly softening. It stung. She hadn't used that tone with me in months.I leaned back, trying to look like I wasn't eavesdropping, but as a shifter, "eavesdropping" was just a polite word for existing. I could hear Nova’s frantic voice through the receiver, asking about the breast milk incident at the office."It’s okay, it’s handled," Aria murmured, picking at a loose thread on her skirt. "The person responsible is gone. No, really, Nova. It’s over. Look, more importantly... have you seen any new listings? Yeah, two bedrooms. Near the park would be great. I need to get moving as soon as the pups are 100%."

ARIAThe afternoon sun was bleeding through the blinds. I blinked, my head fuzzy from a nap I hadn't intended to take. The pups were finally quiet—tucked into their beds after a morning of high-energy chaos that only two recovering little wolves could produce.My phone buzzed on the coffee table, vibrating against a half-empty mug of cold tea.Tasha [3:42 PM]: Girl, you won’t believe it. Serge is out.Tasha [3:43 PM]: Resigned. Cleaned his desk in ten minutes and bolted. Security had to practically push him into the elevator.I sat up, the sleep-fog clearing instantly. Resigned? Serge was a leech; he was the type to cling to a title until someone pried his cold, dead fingers off the nameplate.Aria: Seriously? Just like that?Tasha: Guess his fiancée’s dad has more pull than we thought. Or maybe he just couldn't handle the "vibe" anymore. Anyway, the VP is looking for a temp replacement. Office is actually... peaceful? Weird.I leaned back, my heart doing a strange little thud. With S