“Get the tablet.” He turned around and entered the study, handing the device to me a few seconds later. I opened the screen and clicked on the files compiled by Sawyer. I rejected the candidates in the previous few rounds one by one – either too weak or too smooth; either too polite or too greedy.
What I am looking for is a secretary who can stand by me and handle everything for me. But more importantly, people who can make me trust and not get bored of me.
I’m not sure which Celina Moore is yet. Lian stood aside and said with some emotion: “Although this Miss Moore is not very old, she has a beautiful resume. It only took four years to be a project. specialist at Blood Moon Pack to become a project manager. She led the recent profitable projects, and many competitors in the industry want to poach her, but unfortunately she has not succeeded – because her partner is Alpha of Blood Moon, Alpha Xavien.””
He paused, his tone with a hint of pity, “But I heard that he is now preparing to hold a mercy ceremony with the four ladies of Shadow Pack. Celina left his post angrily after learning about it.
Poor girl…”
I paused with my fingertips.
“Mate~” Soren roared softly inside me.
The sound was not loud, but it was like thunder spreading in my bones and blood. He woke up. It’s not alertness or excitement, but a…deep awakening.
He remembered her.
I remember the faint smell on her skin- not the fragrance of humans, nor perfume or blood. That’s the taste of “her”.
Thinking of her appearance in a tight skirt this afternoon, my lower abdomen couldn’t help but tighten, and the feeling of congestion and swollen p***s made me feel uncomfortable.
I forced myself to suppress the instinctive impulse and continued to flip through the information, but my attention had already shifted from my resume to her photos.
In the document, she is gentle and calm, with a calm eyes, which is completely different from the woman wearing ridiculous clothes and unstable emotions today.
But I know that is the real her.
When the disguise is stripped off, it is the most authentic appearance of a person.
I shouldn’t have cared about it, let alone moved. After all, she is human, and I, Silver Peak’s Alpha.
But Soren doesn’t care about this.
He only knows that she belongs to me.
“Funny.” I whispered, my eyes locked on her name.
So this is how fate likes to circle back.
Around nine in the evening, Celina stirred awake and found herself crouched in the kitchen, her hair tousled and falling loosely around her face. The quiet hum of the apartment was punctuated only by the soft slurping of noodles as she took a bite. Just then, the glow of her phone screen caught her eye.
It was a message from Lian.
Her hand froze mid-motion. Since their last awkward encounter-where her “offensive measurement problem” had caused a rift-he hadn’t replied once. So this sudden message made her heart skip a beat, alert and cautious.
She tapped the screen and saw a string of numbers, accompanied by a brief note:
[The master said you wanted to pay for his suit but were worried about choosing the right size, so I was asked to send you his measurements.]
Celina stared at the numbers for several long seconds. A flicker of hope sparked in her mind:
“Wait… what? Does this mean he changed his mind? Is he… giving me another chance?”
But just as quickly, she shook her head, dismissing the thought as a foolish fantasy. The last thing she could afford now was to indulge in wishful thinking.
A more logical explanation occurred to her: perhaps this was a way for him to keep her at arm’s length under the guise of repaying for the clothes, preemptively blocking any opportunity for her to get close again.
If she misunderstood and took the suit as a sign of reconciliation, she’d only end up embarrassed.
Frowning, she typed a quick reply:
[Received. Size noted. I will mail it as soon as the order is placed.]
Satisfied, she set her phone down on the kitchen counter.
Meanwhile, in Sebastian’s apartment, Lian stepped into the study and relayed Celina’s message to Sebastian, who was lounging on the sofa, platinum-rimmed glasses perched on his nose as he flipped through a book.
“Celina said she recorded the size and will send it as soon as possible,” Lian reported.
Sebastian barely looked up, murmuring a simple, “Hmm.”
On the surface, he appeared calm, but inside, Soren’s restless voice stirred. *She left. She chose to retreat. And she carries the aura of ‘ours’-so why pull away? Why not draw closer?*
Sebastian turned a page slowly, his knuckles tightening quietly. “If she doesn’t want to, we shouldn’t force her,” he said softly.
Lian hesitated, a flicker of helplessness crossing his eyes. *Don’t want to? She’s only misunderstood…*
He wanted to argue but held back, nodding silently before retreating.
Still, Soren growled low and rough. *You say that so easily. She belongs to us. And yet you let her walk away.*
Sebastian closed his eyes, fighting the urge to act rashly. He knew exactly what Soren wanted-to chase after her, to claim her again, to mark her as theirs.
But now was not the moment.
Patience was required.
Outside a men’s boutique, Celina stepped onto the sidewalk clutching a shopping bag, her fingers flying over her phone’s screen.
[Can you provide an address? I’m ready to send it now.] She sent the message to Lian.
She stood there, head bowed, absorbed in her phone, completely unaware of the black sedan parked a short distance away. The window was rolled down just enough for a camera lens to quietly capture her image.
The shutter clicked softly, and the photos were swiftly transmitted to Alpha Xavien’s private communication account.
Back at the office, Xavien had just wrapped up a meeting and settled in. Beta Henric closed the door behind him, leaving the room steeped in silence.
His mind replayed the image he’d glimpsed at the golf club the day before-the short skirt, the slender waist, the legs so familiar they haunted him.
That fleeting glance had lodged itself deep in his thoughts like a hook.
What unsettled him most was the man beside her.
He knew what had happened. He’d made mistakes, indulged in reckless “accidents.” But so what?
She was his.
From the moment they became a pair, Celina was his private possession.
She could cry, throw tantrums, even give him the cold shoulder-but she could not leave. Nor could she be touched by any other man, not even a fingertip. If that happened, Xavien was ready to make the other man pay in blood.
So he had arranged for someone to watch her every move discreetly.
No sooner had he sat down than his phone buzzed.
He opened the message and viewed the photos: Celina stepping out of the men’s tailor shop, carrying a shopping bag and a box containing a men’s suit, her expression unreadable.
A slow, twisted smile crept across Xavien’s lips as satisfaction spread through his chest.
She had bought the clothes for him.
It seemed she had finally settled down and accepted that she couldn’t live without him.
This was the Celina he knew.
Obedient, thoughtful, and understanding-his wife.
He even imagined her in pajamas, knocking on his door with the outfit in hand.
As for the man who had been with her that day? Just a ruse.
***
Celina had planned to mail the suit immediately after leaving the store.
But when her messages went unanswered, she had no choice but to bring it home herself.
She dropped the bag onto the living room sofa and went upstairs for a shower.
The afternoon was spent packing the last of her small belongings.
Only eight days remained.
Looking around the home she’d lived in for years, a wave of melancholy washed over her.
This house had been designed to her tastes. Every item inside was chosen by her hands. She had even prepared an adorable nursery.
She had dreamed of forever, but now she was abandoning ship halfway through the voyage.
While tidying the bottom drawer of the study-untouched for ages-she found an old USB drive tucked away in the corner.
Curious, she plugged it into her computer and discovered it held photos of Xavien and herself from high school and college.
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