Rejected by the billionaire Alpha
Luna stayed at her post, watching the screens, watching the numbers, watching a world she had helped reshape settle into new patterns.
Dante remained with her, his presence a steady warmth at her back.
Later, when the room had emptied and the city lights painted gold across the glass, he finally spoke again. "You didn't just hit them. You rewrote the battlefield."
Luna stood, walking to the window. Far away, beyond steel and glass and distance, was a pack that had once called her nothing. A council that had dismissed her. Wolves who had laughed when she bled in the snow.
She folded her arms. "This is only Phase Three."
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