Chapter 103: Shadows and Revelations
Chapter 103: Shadows and Revelations
(Frederick’s POV)
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In a room on the second floor of Moonlight Manor, scattered clothes of a man and woman were all over the floor. Torn black silk stockings half–hung on the sofa, creating an indescribably lewd scene.
After a passionate encounter, I leaned against the headboard, smoking a Cuban cigar. A satisfied look filled
my ice–blue eyes as I surveyed the aftermath of our coupling.
Beside me, Sophia Chen’s face was flushed with a seductive look. Her beta wolf purred contentedly from our
encounter, her porcelain skin glistening with perspiration.
“Frederick,” she whispered, her voice still breathless. “That was incredible.”
I took another drag of my cigar, the smoke curling around us. The taste of victory was sweet on my tongue,
though not as sweet as the revenge I was orchestrating.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated on the nightstand. I reached for it, noting Maxwell Cooper’s name on the screen.
“What is it?” I answered curtly.
Maxwell’s respectful voice came through the speaker. “Sir, the Winters family just held a press conference. They’ve announced the termination of the mating arrangement with the Rivers family.”
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go on.”
“There are also rumors on Howlr that Connor Rivers and popular actress Layla Lawrence entered Moonlight Lodge together. They’re suspected of cheating.”
I laughed dismissively, the sound echoing through the room. Connor was just like his father William – a philanderer who couldn’t stay loyal to one she–wolf.
“Typical Rivers behavior,” I muttered. “What about the Winters family’s situation?”
Maxwell hesitated. “Should we continue monitoring them, sir?”
“Absolutely,” I instructed firmly. “They might be feigning the disengagement to deceive me. I don’t trust their sudden change of heart.”
I emphasized my next words carefully. “Pay special attention to Olivia Winters‘ whereabouts. Report any movements immediately through our secure channels.”
“Understood, sir.”
I ended the call and set the phone aside. Sophia traced patterns on my chest with her finger, her touch light
and teasing.
“Business troubles?” she asked innocently.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I replied, my mind already calculating the next moves in my elaborate game o.
revenge.
(Olivia’s POV)
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I rested at the Winters Family Estate for two days, trying to adjust my emotional state. Despite my efforts, my wolf Cora continued whimpering from our severed pre–mating bond.
The pain was constant, a dull ache that never quite disappeared. But I forced myself to function, to appear normal despite the turmoil inside.
This morning, I returned to Moonlaw Legal Services to work as usual. In the past two days, everything had
been calm with no accidents.
I thought with a bitter smile that breaking off the mating arrangement might have some benefits. At least Frederick Warner wouldn’t target me and my family through Connor anymore.
As I entered the law firm, colleagues greeted me with respectful nods. They recognized me as one of their most competent lawyers despite the recent scandal.
I responded with a polite smile, my black leather court heels clicking against the marble floor. Dressed in my professional black power suit with my honey–brown hair pinned up, I had concealed the dark circles under my
amber eyes with makeup.
My vintage crimson lipstick completed the look. No one could tell I had just gone through a broken mating
arrangement.
The new litigation head, Caroline Lewis, assigned me three new cases involving dissolution of mating bond petitions. I quickly immersed myself in work, analyzing the details of each supernatural law case.
The familiar routine of legal work provided some solace for my anguished wolf. At least here, I could focus on something other than my broken heart.
After work, I stayed late to finish my tasks. The office grew quiet as other lawyers departed for the evening. As I turned off the lights and prepared to leave, I heard faint crying from the Moonlaw Legal Services Assistant Wing. I frowned slightly and went to investigate, my enhanced werewolf hearing picking up the
distressed sounds.
I approached cautiously and found that the person crying was Emma Thompson. Her young shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.
“Emma?” I asked with concern. “What happened?”
She looked up, quickly wiping her tears away. “I’m fine, Miss Winters. Just tired.”
I pulled a chair and sat down beside her. “Please, tell me what’s wrong.”
Emma hesitated, glancing around nervously. Just as she was about to speak, two colleagues passed by in
the hallway.
Fearing to be overheard, she stopped talking. Her eyes darted toward the passing figures before returning to
I understood her reluctance. “Do you have plans for the evening? We could have dinner together if v’re free.”
Emma’s face brightened slightly, “I’m free, but…”
“No buts,” I said firmly. “Let’s go.”
I chose Howling Moon Steakhouse, a popular restaurant among Harbor City’s werewolf community. The warm lighting and comfortable atmosphere made it perfect for private conversations.
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Emma looked a little embarrassed as we approached the entrance. “This restaurant is too expensive for a
junior assistant.”
I smiled and said I was treating her. I remembered how Connor had always been generous with meals, and I wanted to pay that kindness forward.
After experiencing the events with the Pierce siblings, Emma and I had become closer. We were more than just ordinary colleagues our shared concern for vulnerable pack members had bonded us.
Emma reluctantly agreed, and I found the Moonlit Window Booth with a good view of the night scene over Harbor City’s werewolf district.
After we sat down, I handed the menu to Emma. She shook her head politely.
“You can order, Miss Winters. I’m not picky.”
Knowing the young beta’s restraint about expensive food, I ordered some classic barbecue dishes. Venison steaks and roasted vegetables would be perfect for our conversation.
After the waiter left, I leaned forward. “Now, tell me what happened.”
Emma opened up, her voice trembling slightly. “I was scolded by Harrison Clarke today. He’s the lawyer guiding me.”
I nodded knowingly. I had heard that Harrison’s personality was unpredictable, being either very gentle or very harsh. He often took his anger out on his assistants when his wolf was agitated.
“What did he say?” I asked gently.
Emma explained that she was having trouble with a difficult divorce case client. “Patricia Hendricks is an omega werewolf seeking to sever her mate bond. She’s uncooperative and demanding impossible legal
outcomes.”
I listened patiently as Emma continued. Harrison had blamed her for not communicating well with the stubborn client, even though she had explained pack law regarding mate bond dissolution multiple times. “Harrison tried to communicate with Patricia too,” Emma said, her voice breaking. “But he was equally unsuccessful. She refuses to accept that her demands for emotional damages have no basis in werewolf
law.”
Then Harrison had taken his frustration out on Emma. His wolf’s irritation had bled through in his harsh words, making the young beta feel incompetent and worthless.
“He scolded me for being incompetent,” Emma continued, tears forming in her eyes again. “I tried to explain my situation, but he wouldn’t listen.”
As she spoke, Emma began to cry again. Her young wolf’s distress was evident in every sob.
I offered her some tissues, my maternal instincts responding to the younger werewolf’s pain. “Emma, would you like to become my assistant?”
She looked up in surprise, her eyes brightening with hope.
“I’ll talk to Caroline Lewis about the transfer,” I continued. “Despite being relatively new to the firm, I have enough standing to request an assistant.”
Emma smiled sincerely through her tears. “Thank you, Miss Winters. Your kindness means everything to me.”
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After we finished eating, I got up to pay the bill at the front counter. The warm meal had helped both of us
feel better.
Just as I took two steps, a pair of werewolves approached our table. A man and woman, both well–dressed
and confident.
Marcus Reed, a charming beta werewolf with distinctive amber eyes and an easy smile, greeted me warmly. “Olivia Winters! What a pleasant surprise.”
Mooked puzzled, my wolf not recognizing his scent. His familiarity with me was unsettling.
“Are you?” I asked politely, wondering how this stranger knew my name when I was certain we had never met
before.
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