Deanna’s POV:
Realization hit me, and my face darkened. “You were the one who invited Peggie to the party last night?”
“Of course. Aren’t I thoughtful?” Jillian smirked. “I just wanted you to see for yourself who your beloved Jake really loves.”
My lips twitched as my fists tightened at my sides. “Then the kidnapping… that was you too?”
“Kidnapping?” Jillian sneered. “Deanna, you just keep sinking lower. What, you think faking a kidnapping would make Mom and Dad finally care about you? Keep dreaming. Even if someone really did kidnap you, they wouldn’t care.”
She was all smug and full of herself, and it didn’t look like she was lying.
Given how much she craved Mistbane Pack’s heiress title and wanted Philip and Kathryn’s affection all to herself, there was no way she’d risk arranging a kidnapping just to help me steal their attention.
Suddenly – ding!
The elevator doors slid open, and a few coworkers stepped out.
The moment they saw us waiting, they instinctively avoided our eyes and hurried out.
I cast them a lazy glance, making sure no one would notice as I bent my arm out just a little.
One of the male coworkers was holding a steaming cup of coffee. My arm blocked his path, and he jolted, tipping the coffee forward.
It splashed straight onto Jillian, who was standing right in front of him.
She was wearing a hot pink Chanel skirt suit today, and now a huge brown stain bloomed across the fabric like a messy oil painting.
She fumbled for tissues, cursing up a storm. “What are you doing? Do you even know who I am? Are you blind? Can’t even hold a cup of coffee? I’ll have my dad fire you on the spot!”
The man apologized in panic. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Jillian! I didn’t mean to!”
I sneered at Jillian. “He wasn’t blind. A human scent like yours is way too faint to notice.”
Then I turned to the man. “This isn’t your fault. You can go.”
The man bolted the moment I gave him an out.
“Ahhh! Don’t you dare say that word!”
Jillian was livid, teeth grinding as she glared at me. “I get it now! You made him spill that coffee on me!”
I smirked. “Which eye of yours saw that? He was just clumsy. Pure accident. Don’t be so petty. This is the office, not the Pack. Dad doesn’t like you making a scene here.”
Jillian’s face twisted in rage. She raised her hand, ready to slap me.
Deanna’s POV:
The moment Jillian lifted her arm, I caught it in a snap.
Without giving her a chance to react, I yanked her toward the stairwell.
“Ah! What are you doing, Deanna? Let go of me!”
I ignored her screams. Once we reached the stairwell, I shoved her hard against the wall.
“What the hell, you b*tch? This is the company! If you lay a hand on me, I’ll tell Mom and Dad!” Jillian shrieked as she hit the wall, her voice cracking with panic.
“I’m not trying to do anything. I just think your mouth stinks. That coffee only washed your clothes, but your mouth needs a rinse, too.”
My eyes flicked to a trash bin nearby – inside sat a half-finished bottle of sour, curdled milk.
I sneered. Ha. Jillian, you’re just a human. Where do you get the nerve to keep provoking me? You like to play tricks? Fine. I’ll play along.
I walked to the trash bin, grabbed the milk bottle, and flung it straight at Jillian’s face.
She barely got her hands up before the rancid milk splattered over her hair, face, and neck.
“AHHHHH!”
Her scream echoed across the entire floor.
Her clothes were ruined, and her once-perfect hair and makeup were dripping with milky sludge. The sour stench filled the stairwell.
I shot her a look of disgust, wiped my hands, and walked out of the stairwell.
The moment I stepped into the hallway, I ran into Philip and a group of assistants and executives coming out of his office.
I glanced back at Jillian, stumbling after me with her fists clenched.
“You b*tch! Deanna, don’t you run! I’m going to smash your face in!” she cursed.
An idea flashed in my head. I widened my eyes in fake terror and darted behind Philip.
“Dad! Dad, I don’t know what’s wrong with Jillian. She suddenly tried to hit me! You have to save me!”
I hadn’t spent much time with Philip, but I had already figured him out – he only cared about the Mistbane Pack and his own reputation.
The fights between me and Jillian never mattered to him.
But if Jillian embarrassed him in public, she was definitely getting chewed out.
Sure enough, the moment Philip saw Jillian looking like a total mess, he snapped, “Jillian, have you had enough?”
She flinched, sniffled, and jabbed a finger at me. “Dad, I wasn’t causing trouble! It was Deanna! She spilled coffee all over me first, and then she grabbed some milk from the trash and – “
“That’s not what happened,” I cut in smoothly. “Liam accidentally spilled a little coffee on Jillian, but she overreacted. She thought I put him up to it and tried to throw milk at me. I dodged, and it splashed all over her instead.”
Beside us, Liam kept his head down and nervously added, “I really didn’t mean to, Alpha.”
“You’re lying, Deanna! Dad, don’t believe her, she – “
“Enough!” Philip’s face darkened. “Jillian, this is a company. Watch your behavior. If you keep making a scene, I’ll have your mom cut off your allowance.”
The threat of losing her allowance stopped her cold.
She sulked and lowered her head. “I’m sorry, Dad. It won’t happen again.”
I hid a smirk. You think you’re the only one who can put on an act? I can, too.
“Dad, I’m not going to hold it against Jillian,” I said sweetly. “Right now, what matters most is securing the investment for the Moonline
Expansion Project. I’ll keep my eyes on the bigger picture.”
Philip’s expression softened as he nodded. “Both of you need to focus on securing that investment. Remember, whoever lands it will get ten percent of the company shares, and I’ll personally make sure they’re groomed for the future.”
With that, he led his executives toward the conference room.
As I passed Jillian, I gave her a mocking once-over, then fanned the air in front of my nose. “God, Jillian, you reek. If I were you, I wouldn’t dare show my face right now.”
Without another glance, I strolled off, her muffled curses chasing me down the hall.
…
Jake’s POV:
When I got to the office, I tossed my suit jacket onto the couch and told Axel, my beta, to call the CFO in.
Within ten minutes, Justin Castro, the CFO, was standing in front of my desk.
“Alpha, what can I do for you?” he asked politely.
“I need the finance department to free up five billion in liquid funds.”
Justin hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Alpha, our Moonstone mining operation in Souville is consuming a huge amount of cash flow. I’m afraid – “
I cut him off with a cold look. “Do I need your permission to access five billion?”
“It’s not that we can’t free up the funds, it’s just that with the Souville mines – “
“As my subordinate, your job is to solve problems, not create them. Understood?”
“Yes, Alpha.” He nodded, keeping the rest of his thoughts to himself. “When do you need the funds available?”
I tapped my fingers twice on the desk, thinking for a moment.
“This week.”
“Understood. I’ll make the arrangements immediately.”
…
Axel’s POV:
After Justin left, I couldn’t hold back my curiosity. “Alpha, what’s the fund for?”
Five billion wasn’t pocket change. With the Moonstone mining project as Olsendreich Pack’s top priority this year, diverting that much liquid capital had to mean something serious.
Alpha answered lazily, “Mistbane Pack’s Moonline Expansion Project is still short on funding. In a few days, Deanna will come begging me. I’ll use the money to make her bow her head. If she comes to apologize and promises to stop throwing tantrums, I’ll fund Mistbane Pack.”
I hadn’t expected Alpha to raise the funds for Ms. Wiley.
They had been together for five years. She had never given him the silent treatment for more than a week. But this time, it had been nearly two. Things must be serious.
Alpha snorted. “Tell me, are all women like this? Playing stupid games – breaking up, blocking me – just to get my attention?”
Uh… I wouldn’t exactly call that a game.
What she-werewolf wouldn’t lose her mind watching her fiancé favor another woman again and again?
Ms. Wiley had already endured far more than most.
But I didn’t dare say that aloud. I just gave an awkward smile and said carefully, “I don’t really know. Ms. Wiley never struck me as the type to play games.”
“Never struck you?” Jake’s tone sharpened. “She’s been in a temper lately. She even talked about breaking off the engagement. She’s nothing like the gentle woman she used to be.”
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