Chapter 219 I Didn't
The terrifying question hung in the air, chilling the blood in their veins. Who do they trust?
Jax’s silver eyes widened, the absolute horror of the answer hitting him like a physical blow. The color completely drained from his face as his gaze snapped toward the heavy oak door.
"Miller," Jax breathed, the name scraping out of his throat.
Fennigan froze.
"He was the head of security tech," Jax said, his voice dropping into a frantic, panicked rush as the pieces violently clicked together. "He managed the power grids. He managed the subterranean blueprints for the packhouse. Damon couldn't have hidden a massive, electrified bunker without the head of IT masking the energy surges. And right now... Miller is completely alone in the basement with all the decrypted evidence."
The air in the office violently shifted. The grief was instantly incinerated by a lethal, predatory rage.
Fennigan spun toward Leela, his Alpha aura exploding into the room with suffocating force. "Leela, go upstairs right now. Get Ginny, get the baby, and find Toby and Sarah. Bring them all straight down here into my mother's office. You lock this door, and you do not open it for anyone but me or Jax. Do you understand?"
Leela’s heart hammered against her ribs, but she didn't flinch. "Fenn—"
"Just go, Leela," Fennigan commanded, his voice a vibrating, desperate plea wrapped in absolute authority.
She gave a single, sharp nod. The Luna didn't waste another second. She slipped out the door, sprinting silently down the hall to gather their family into the fortified nest.
The moment the door clicked shut behind her, Fennigan and Jax were already moving.
In the basement, in the freezing, sterile air of the tech hub, Miller was sweating through his shirt.
He was leaning over the main console, his fingers flying across the keyboard with frantic, terrifying speed. On the massive center monitor, the Weaver’s scrambled, pixelated silhouette watched him in complete silence.
"You have to scrub it," Miller hissed, his voice trembling with sheer panic as he looked over his shoulder at the locked door. "Damon promised me those security invoices would never see the light of day! If the Alpha sees my signature on the bunker's ventilation grid, he's going to tear my head off. Wipe the ledgers. Wipe anything linking me to Vane or the former Alpha!"
"Processing," the Weaver’s heavily modulated, metallic voice echoed from the speakers.
Miller let out a ragged breath of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
But Miller wasn't nearly as smart as he thought he was.
He didn't see the secondary code running silently in the background of the Weaver's screen. The elite hacker had absolutely no loyalty to a middle-man like Miller. The Weaver was a mercenary, and the Blackwood Alpha and Beta were paying infinitely more money than the High Council ever had.
While Miller desperately thought his digital footprints were being permanently erased, the Weaver was methodically pulling every single document, every encrypted message, and every signed invoice bearing Miller's name, and compiling them into a massive, undeniable evidence file.
The Weaver wasn't destroying the links. They were neatly stacking the nails for Miller's coffin.
"Files successfully partitioned," the Weaver announced flatly just as the heavy, soundproof door to the tech hub suddenly beeped.
Miller violently flinched, ripping his hands away from the keyboard and trying to plaster a look of focused determination onto his pale, sweating face.
The heavy door swung open.
Fennigan and Jax stepped into the blue-lit room. They didn't say a word. The sheer, suffocating intent to kill rolling off the Alpha and Beta was so heavy it made the air pressure in the basement physically drop. The two massive brothers slowly locked the door behind them, trapping the traitor in the dark.
The heavy, soundproof door had barely clicked shut behind them, sealing the room in complete silence, when the metallic, scrambled voice of the Weaver crackled over the computer speakers once more.
"Is the money sent?"
Miller let out a frantic, breathless gasp of relief, completely oblivious to the two massive predators standing perfectly still in the shadows right behind his chair.
"Yes, yes, I already sent it," Miller hissed at the screen, frantically wiping the cold sweat from his upper lip. "It's untraceable. I wired it from the ghost accounts just like we agreed. Now scrub the drives! Wipe my name off every single invoice that links me to the former Alpha before they find it!"
A low, terrifying chuckle vibrated through the freezing air of the tech hub. But it didn't come from the computer speakers.
Miller froze. Every single hair on the back of his neck stood straight up. The scent of pure, lethal Alpha and Beta aggression hit his nose like a physical wall of ice.
Before the traitor could even turn his head, Jax stepped out of the shadows. The massive Beta moved with a terrifying, silent grace, stepping right up to the side of Miller's chair. Jax didn't look at the tech expert. He didn't even acknowledge his existence.
Jax simply leaned over the console, his massive hand reaching past a petrified Miller, and pushed a very specific sequence of buttons on the keyboard.
On the massive center monitor, the Weaver’s heavily pixelated silhouette shifted. The scrolling green code completely stopped.
"Transfer confirmed," the Weaver announced. But this time, the heavy, robotic modulation dropped just a fraction, revealing the smooth, calm tone of a mercenary who had just happily accepted two massive paychecks for the exact same job. "Your files, Alpha. Beta."
A massive, decrypted folder suddenly flashed onto the center of the screen, bearing a title that made Miller's stomach violently drop into his shoes: TREASON_LOGS_MILLER.ZIP.
"As always..." the Weaver added, a distinct smirk audible in the hacker's voice. "...a pleasure, Jax."
The screen instantly went black as the Weaver severed the connection, leaving Miller completely alone in the dark with the two most dangerous wolves on the mountain.
Miller’s breathing completely shattered into panicked, hyperventilating gasps. He stared at the damning zip file glowing on the screen, his mind completely short-circuiting. He slowly turned his head, looking up at the towering Beta.
"How..." Miller choked out, his voice trembling so violently he could barely form the word. His eyes darted wildly between the screen and Jax. "How did you know?"
Jax just offered a slow, cold shrug, his silver eyes completely devoid of mercy as he leaned casually against the edge of the console.
"I didn't," Jax replied, his voice a smooth, lethal drawl that echoed in the freezing room. "I just keep him on a very generous retainer. I pay him significantly more than whoever is, say... trying to get rid of files of a delicate nature." Jax tapped a heavy finger against the desk. "And thanks for the wire transfer, by the way. Now we have your ghost accounts, too."
Miller trembled so violently his teeth actually chattered. He tried to push his chair back, desperately trying to put distance between himself and the console, but his chair hit something solid.