All Chapters of I teamed up with my ex-husband’s rival Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I walked out of the dark ritual hall with my head held high.Dominic fell into step right beside me. He did not ask what Julian whispered to me. He heard my loud response to the Elder, and he knew exactly how I handled it."You played that very well," Dominic murmured, his voice laced with dark pride."He thought I would panic," I replied, adjusting the cuffs of my suit jacket. "He forgot that I know pack law just as well as I know root code."We walked back into the grand foyer of the main house.Scarlett was waiting near the front doors. When she saw me walking out, her blue eyes narrowed with sharp jealousy."Leaving so soon?" Scarlett mocked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Do not let the door hit you on the way out, rogue.""I am not a rogue, Scarlett," I told her, stopping a few feet away. I let a calm, knowing smile touch my lips. "I am a free woman. I do not have to hide behind fake herbal teas and dark magic…go get a life you puppet”Scarlett’s mouth dropped open. She open

The morning of the global launch arrived with bright, unforgiving sunlight.Inside the Obsidian command room, the air felt tight and cold. A giant digital screen covered the front wall, split into three clear sections. The first section showed the Vanguard Corporation live broadcast. The second section displayed the internal code of Julian's servers. The third section showed the Obsidian network, primed and ready to deploy.I sat in the central leather chair. My hands rested over the keyboard. Maya and Carter sat at the side terminals, their eyes glued to the scrolling data.I reached up and pressed the small wireless earpiece hidden under my dark hair."Command room is online," I said softly into the microphone. "Do you read me, Dominic?""I hear you loud and clear, Sienna," Dominic’s deep, smooth voice echoed in my ear.He was not in the command room with us. He was three miles away, standing backstage at the Obsidian tech arena. Today, he was not just an Alpha protecting his pack.

(Dominic’s pov)I stood in the shadows backstage at the Obsidian tech arena, listening to the roaring crowd on the other side of the dark curtain.Thousands of top-tier tech journalists, elite pack investors, and industry leaders filled the vast stadium. They were waiting for me. The air vibrated with raw anticipation, smelling of ozone, hot stage lights, and the nervous energy of the financial elite.In my right ear, I heard Sienna’s steady, victorious voice.“The Vanguard network is dead. The users are locked out and looking for a new home. You are clear. Take the stage.”A fierce surge of pride rushed through my veins, warming the cold, calculated exterior I usually wore. She did it. Julian underestimated the brilliance of the woman he discarded. She shattered his network from the inside out, using nothing but her own genius and a keyboard.Now, it was my turn to finish the corporate war.I adjusted the cuffs of my tailored black suit. I did not hold a stack of notes. I walked past

By the time the sleek Maybach pulled up to the Obsidian estate, the city was dark and quiet.Carter and Maya took a different car home, leaving Dominic and me alone for the ride. The adrenaline of the day finally faded, leaving a comfortable, warm exhaustion in my bones.We walked through the grand front doors of the mansion. The house was peaceful. A single lamp burned in the foyer. Mrs. Higgins stepped out from the hallway, wearing a thick gray robe over her nightgown.She looked at our faces and smiled warmly. "I watched the news, Alpha. Congratulations. Do you need anything before I go to sleep?""No, Clara," Dominic said gently. "We have everything we need. Goodnight.""Goodnight," she replied, disappearing back down the hall.Dominic placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me up the sweeping glass staircase. We bypassed the guest wing and walked straight to his private suite.He opened the oak doors. A warm fire crackled in the stone fireplace, casting a soft orange gl

(Julian’s POV)I stood in the center of my penthouse office, staring at the large television screen mounted on the wall.My chest heaved with ragged, shallow breaths. The crystal whiskey glass in my hand cracked under the pressure of my grip, spilling expensive dark liquor over my knuckles and dripping onto the white carpet.On the screen, a financial news anchor was talking rapidly, a bright red ticker tape scrolling beneath her image.“Vanguard Corporation stock has suffered a historic decline following the catastrophic failure of their global network launch yesterday. Industry analysts are calling it one of the worst public technical malfunctions in corporate history. Meanwhile, rival tech giant Obsidian Industries is seeing record-breaking user adoption—”I grabbed a bronze sculpture from my desk and hurled it across the room.It struck the wall right beside the screen, leaving a deep dent in the plaster before crashing to the floor."Lies!" I roared at the empty room. "It is all