Chapter 28 Exposing Klint

Chapter 28 Exposing Klint
Faustina,

Armilia was acting overly giddy, introducing herself as the only daughter of the Foxbrown Pack. Her excellent ability to socialize, her degree from the most prestigious werewolf university—everything came out like a well-prepared résumé for the guests to admire.

But the interesting part was how she made sure I heard every word, as if my confidence would somehow crack under her self-praise.

I couldn’t help but smirk, swirling the crimson wine in my glass before taking a slow sip.

“Hey, Beautiful! Enjoying your time?” Xander’s deep voice pulled my attention toward him.

“Hey,” I replied quietly, still half-distracted by Armilia’s exaggerated laughter echoing across the room.

“Wow. Finally, you’ve decided to respond to me.” He sat down on the stool next to mine, leaning back with that carefree grin. His gaze wandered over the people dancing to soft music. Luna Queen and Jennifer were chatting with guests, their smiles strained yet polished.

“It’s a good evening,” I said lightly, resting my elbow on the counter.

Xander scanned me from head to toe. “So, how’s your work going? Cassius said you’re opening twenty branches all over this pack.”

“That’s right.”

“Isn’t that a bit of a gamble? You don’t even know whether you’ll be successful or not.”

“I don’t play if I don’t win,” I replied, my tone calm yet sharp.

Xander blinked, a little taken aback. His lips parted before a small laugh escaped him. “You really are something. No wonder Cassius wanted a meeting with you right after that first gathering.”

“You mean I’m charming?” I asked with a teasing scoff, taking another sip.

“Yeah. Cassius likes confident people. They don’t waste his time.”

“I know,” I said simply.

He gave me a knowing smile but didn’t push the conversation further. Xander had always been Cassius’s right hand, loyal, disciplined, and perceptive. Whatever I said, I knew it would eventually reach Cassius. And Cassius trusted him more than anyone in this pack.

“Ladies and gentlemen, attention, please!” Luna Queen’s clear voice sliced through the music as she tapped her glass.

The crowd turned toward her. She lifted her wine glass high, her smile wide and practiced.

“This wonderful evening has been the perfect time for me to share some good news,” she announced cheerfully. “Today, I am announcing my son, the Lycan King’s engagement with the heiress of the Foxbrown Wolf Pack, one of the largest werewolf continents, Armilia Foxbrown.”

The room stirred with murmurs as Armilia gracefully walked toward Luna Queen and stood beside her, her chin high, her eyes glimmering with triumph.

“She will be your next Luna Queen. Please give her your utmost respect.”

Applause erupted across the hall, though beneath it lingered a faint tension. Many had already witnessed Cassius’s earlier rejection of the idea.

“And today,” Luna Queen continued, her voice sweet but laced with poison, “I am announcing another piece of good news for my dearest best friend, Jennifer.” Her eyes darkened slightly though the smile on her lips didn’t falter. “Jennifer has opened her own gallery in the Dominic Halls of the Frost Whale Pack. Please feel free to join her club.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Jennifer, standing a few steps behind her, froze in disbelief. The look on her face said it all—she had been completely blindsided.

Guests began whispering among themselves. Some tried to hide their reactions, others didn’t bother.

I scoffed softly and plucked a slice of pineapple from the tray in front of me. “I didn’t expect something like this.”

Xander frowned, leaning closer. “What’s going on? Are they fighting now? Dominic Halls is one of the least popular places in the region.”

I swirled my glass of wine lazily, enjoying the rising tension like a spectator at a grand play. Luna Queen was basking in her own vindictive victory, clearly pleased with herself. But why should I let her have the spotlight all to herself?

While she continued her announcement, I unlocked my phone beneath the counter and sent a short message to Lily, who was in the perfect position for the next move.

My eyes searched the room until they found the next star of tonight’s show—Klint Farmes, my father’s former assistant. He was standing in the far corner with several higher-ups, laughing like he owned the place. Beside him stood his wife, a striking woman with dark hair and bold makeup, chatting politely with the others.

A slow, amused smile curved my lips. Within thirty seconds, chaos would take over this room.

I tapped my manicured nails against the wooden counter in rhythm with my silent countdown. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. I continued softly as Lily appeared behind me, waiting for the signal.

Three. Two. One.

The projection that had been showing the royal family’s portraits and artworks flickered and went black. All eyes turned toward the large screen. Then came the unmistakable sound of heavy breathing and soft gasps echoing through the speakers.

Conversations died instantly. The music stopped. Then a woman’s voice broke through the silence.

“Klint. What if your wife finds out about us? Will you leave me?”

The crowd froze. Jennifer’s voice was unmistakable.

On the screen, she was sitting on Klint’s lap, her arms around his neck, her expression hazy with pleasure.

Klint’s voice followed, rough and unrestrained. “She’ll never know. And I’ll never let you go. You’re much better than she is in bed.”

The room erupted into stunned silence. Heads turned. Eyes widened. A few guests even covered their mouths in disbelief.

Klint, who had received the video from us earlier and tried to threaten me through the email we sent, was now pale and trembling. He had never imagined I would expose him before he could act.

“What the hell is this?” his wife, Dawn Farmes, snarled, her wine glass slipping from her hand and shattering on the floor.

Jennifer looked like she wanted to sink into the ground. Klint’s face was drained of all color.

“Stop it. Stop playing this! Who did this?” Klint growled, his eyes flickering yellow with rage.

A sharp slap cracked through the silence.

“You bastard!” Dawn screamed, tears streaming down her face. “I’ve done everything for you, and you’re screwing another woman behind my back?”

Some guests gasped. Others pulled out their phones, recording the scandal as if it were the night’s main event.

Beside me, Lily stiffened, trying to contain her grin. Xander rubbed his temples, looking frustrated. “What the hell is happening? This is a disaster!”

I hid my smile behind the rim of my glass and said clearly enough for those nearby to hear, “Let’s go. We shouldn’t involve ourselves in their personal issues. It would be disrespectful.”

Lily played along. “But what they’ve done is awful.”

“Enough, Lily. We have no right to judge others. Let’s not make this more awkward,” I replied smoothly before turning to Xander. “Please let them know we left early. Thank them on my behalf.”

Xander stood up quickly. “I’m sorry for the commotion. This must be some misunderstanding. I hope it doesn’t affect your impression of our pack.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said calmly, brushing invisible dust from my dress. “These things happen.”

I walked out with Lily, leaving them to burn in the chaos they had created. The muffled shouts and breaking glass behind us sounded like music to my ears.

As I approached my house, I saw the Alpha King standing outside, fury radiating off him. His eyes were locked on Jennifer, who was trying to slip away from the crowd, her face streaked with tears.

I couldn’t help the amused scoff that escaped me. What a perfect ending to a perfect evening.

But the moment I stepped into the house, a powerful scent hit me like a wall. My body tensed instantly. Lily, being an Omega, turned pale.

“What is this scent?” she whispered, clutching her chest.

I recognized it immediately. My stomach tightened.

“Go to David’s. Right now,” I said firmly, blocking her path.

“But you?” she looked terrified.

“I’ll be fine. The scent is too strong for you. Go.”

She hesitated for a second before rushing out with my car.

I inhaled slowly, the scent growing thicker with every step I took toward the living room.
My heart thudded against my ribs. There was no mistaking it—Cassius was here, and he wasn’t even trying to control his presence.