Chapter 77 77
Venessa’s POV
We returned to the master’s bedroom in the pack house, and the memories came uninvited. I remembered the days I used to scrub these floors, dust these walls, exist in this space without ever belonging to it. I remembered the afternoon Jalisa summoned me here, ordered me to kneel and massage her feet, spat cruelty at me like it was her birthright.
I couldn’t bring myself to feel even a shred of pity for her now. She didn’t deserve it. Still, there was no need to gloat. I had already won.
Denzel and I slipped into our new reality with surprising ease. There was no awkwardness, no resistance just a natural rhythm between us. For an entire week, we stayed mostly indoors, wrapped in each other and the quiet comfort of shared space.
Denzel went to his office daily to deal with documents and pack affairs, while I made brief visits to the clinic to attend to what couldn’t wait. He didn’t want me taking on Luna duties yet. He said it would be too stressful, that it would steal time from us. But I couldn’t abandon my responsibilities entirely. I did what I could.
One of those responsibilities was restructuring the servants. Some deserved promotions; others needed reassignment. Like Jalisa before me, it was my duty to know them to see who was in the right place and who wasn’t.
Tonya, now officially my assistant, organized the meeting. Her promotion stirred resentment. Whispers of nepotism floated through the halls. I called it what it was trust. In my position, trust wasn’t optional. It was survival.
The top workers filed in. Alesha was there, flanked by her usual clique of sharp-tongued followers. I wondered if they’d still dare to be bold.
I made sure to see everyone else before them.
Alesha surprised me. She didn’t lift her head once. No smirk. No defiance. Just silence.
“Alesha Clarke,” I called at last, seated behind the desk in the draft hall.
She stepped forward.
“What are your duties, and why are you most suitable for them?” I asked, forcing myself to set aside personal resentment and focus on the job.
She listed everything she did. And it was a lot far more than I expected.
“Did you request these duties,” I asked, “or were they assigned to you?”
She shook her head. “Luna Jalisa…” She hesitated, then corrected herself. “Jalisa assigned them to me.”
I nodded. “Are you comfortable performing these tasks?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“Very well.” I folded my hands. “You will retain all your positions except two. You and I began on the wrong foot, and unfortunately, I do not trust you. To protect myself, I am removing you from your role as supervisor and as the Luna’s personal aide.”
The two titles that gave her influence. Gone.
“Please, Luna Venessa,” she pleaded. “Everything I did was under instruction.”
I smiled not kindly.
“Jalisa didn’t instruct you to bully me in the dining hall. She didn’t tell you to insult me, to call me a slut, to degrade me the way you did. That was your choice. And because of that, those positions are no longer yours. If you disagree with my judgment, you’re free to resign.”
I turned my gaze to the others. “As for Simone and Monique who thought it appropriate to spread rumors about me sleeping my way to the top you will be handed over to Kappa Palmer for disciplinary action. Let this be the last issue I have with any of you. I will not be this merciful again.”
I stood before anyone could speak.
The meeting ended there.
Once I was done, I went straight to Denzel’s office. Evening had settled in, and I knew he would be exhausted. Still caught in the sweetness of our honeymoon phase, I slipped into white lace lingerie, covering myself with a silk robe before leaving the room.
Denzel had introduced me to pleasures I never wanted to give up.
The moment I walked in, he set his pen aside and looked at me with unmistakable awareness.
“Come here.”
I climbed onto the desk in front of him. He stepped between my legs, pulled me close, resting his head against my stomach. My fingers slid into his hair as he inhaled my scent, then lifted his gaze to meet mine.
“I have good news,” he said.
I cradled his face, waiting.
“We’re heading to the Lycan Kingdom tomorrow. The king has agreed to see us.”
Despite the knot of mixed emotions tightening in my chest, I smiled.
“I can’t wait to present my Luna,” he continued, excitement lighting his voice. “And I’m relieved I have no ties to Fabian anymore. That connection strained my relationship with the king… with everyone.”
It clicked then why he’d stopped visiting the Lycan king. Fabian’s ambitions had cast a long shadow.
Denzel rose and kissed me deeply, then dragged me forward until my ass rested at the very edge of the desk. Nigel growled inside me. Nyla purred, eager.
“I won’t be merciful tonight,” he murmured. “This is only the beginning.”
He shoved my panties aside and thrust into me without warning.
Everything blurred. He moved fast, relentless, losing control as he drove into me again and again. My legs turned weak, trembling, but I took everything he gave me. The pressure coiled tight inside my body, and my nails dug into his back. He growled, grunted. I moaned loudly too loudly to care who might hear us.
We were feral. Unrestrained.
And I loved it.
He pushed me higher and higher until there was nowhere else to go. When the climax hit, it tore through me violently, and I screamed his name. He followed, stilling as he poured himself into me, pumping once more before pulling out.
Foreheads pressed together, breathless and laughing, we stayed like that for a moment.
My legs gave out when I stood, and I nearly fell. He caught me easily.
I moved to the couch, trying to steady myself, when frantic knocking erupted at the door urgent, panicked.
Before we could react, Tyrell burst in.
He dropped to his knees immediately.
Desperate. Terrified.
Something was very wrong.