Novel & Cerita Discretion

“Providing perspective before tension becomes conflict.” Before. That’s the key word. Before truth becomes inconvenient enough to disrupt. I take a slow sip of coffee, buying myself time. “And what happens,” I ask, “when my perspective creates the conflict?” He doesn’t answer immediately. Then: “We’d expect discretion.” I nod. Discretion is the velvet glove. “And if I choose visibility instead?” He studies me for a moment. “Then this role wouldn’t be a good fit.” There it is. Not a threat.

he said, voice measured, “to address concerns that have been raised regarding internal processes, oversight, and recent actions taken against Mr. Aiden Rowe.” He used Aiden’s full name. Formal. Distancing. Aiden didn’t respond. Julian continued. “We acknowledge that certain procedures may have appeared abrupt. However, our systems exist to ensure stability. Discretion is not inherently abuse.” A murmur rippled faintly through the observers—not agreement, not dissent. Awareness. The mediator nodded once. “Mr. Rowe, you may respond.” Aiden lifted his gaze. “I don’t dispute the existence of discretion,” he said calmly. “I dispute h

I told him that I'm done already. what else would you have me do?" "Vee! that is a rash decision." "I guess it is the best decision for us both. especially now that I know mom would never approve of him. not like his infamous parent would do the same anyway." "so, is that the end of your relationship?" "I guess it is." "I think you guys are not communicating enough." "Communication doesn't necessarily change a person's mindset. You know that, right?" "It sure does. for a man who dedicated his time and energy to make your relationship works."

“Yes, sir.” “You’re fired.” Adrian tells him. No ceremony, no explanation. Just a simple statement. Thomas’ face goes white. “I’m sorry, sir?” “I said, you’re fired.” Adrian repeats himself, his voice hard and unmoving. “May I ask sir, what I did wrong?” Thomas asks, his voice shaking a little with shock. Adrian leans forward on his desk, his eyes pitiless. “When I hired you, I was very clear about the discretion that would be required of you regarding the members of this house. Discussing me and the other members of this household with outsiders is absolutely unacceptable.”

she said, calm but certain, “he fractures responsibility again. He becomes the decider. The city won’t forgive that easily.” Teyr studied her. “You’re not worried?” Kaelith’s smile was faint. Controlled. “I’m counting on his restraint.” Draven stood at the old watchtower as the announcement spread through Varenth, printed notices passed hand to hand, read aloud in squares and corridors. EMERGENCY DISCRETION AUTHORIZED Field leaders may override protocol under imminent threat All actions are subject to post-incident review Cheers rose in some districts. Relief in others. Draven felt none of it.

Trust required action. My mother’s final words were careful. She did not challenge me directly. She suggested internal review committees. I acknowledged the suggestion, agreed on its necessity, and assigned oversight. It was a subtle concession, one that appeared reasonable but maintained ultimate control. I left her room with a clear understanding: any future interference would be tracked, documented, and countered immediately. Authority was no longer negotiable.

one advisor said carefully. “Everything carries risk,” Adrian replied. “This carries irreversible exposure.” “Yes.” Silence. Then— “Why now?” another asked. Adrian didn’t hesitate. “Because they believe we’ll continue reacting.” A pause. “And we won’t.” ⸻ I watched him closely. This wasn’t pressure. This wasn’t defense. This was decision. And it felt different. Final. ⸻ “What does full disclosure include?” I asked. He looked at me. “Everything.” A beat.

Carter says sounding disgusted that he had to waste time telling the Gamma his responsibility. “I am sorry,” he replies before Carter cuts him off. “It is too late for sorry. I do not believe you could be trusted to take over as Alpha,” he says to him harshly. There is a look of hatred that passes over the Gamma, “Says you. My wolves will pick me,” the Gamma snarls. “Your people will not be given a choice. It will be up to the Council to decide what happens with the Pack next,” Carter shares with him before moving towards the door.

our father continued, hinting at the complexity of the situation within the leadership. As he sighed, a sense of relief washed over me. However, my father's next words carried a weight of responsibility. "Know that this is a privilege because of who we are. Do not make such decisions without consulting me again. You can only act independently if the issue is localised to the East, but once it involves the entire continent, it has to be deliberated by the Lords, head alphas, the King's council, and the King. Acting independently can be seen as treasonous. Do not stick your neck out for anyone like this again," he cautioned, his tone calm but firm.

"Use your judgment about what that means." "And the rest," he said carefully. "Your judgment," she said again. He understood. She was giving him discretion because she didn't want to be the one to make the decision about specific information. Plausible distance. He'd seen her use it before. It meant she suspected there was something in the file she didn't want to be responsible for withholding or sharing. "There's one more thing," she said. "His sudden interest in the Kane family. I'd like to understand the full picture. Investigate what's driving it."