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Penelope POV"Sign the paperwork, Will, or my security team will drag you out of this building by your throat," I said.The conference room air tasted like copper and burnt plastic. My words dropped into the silence like lead weights. I did not sit down. I stood at the head of the mahogany table, my palms pressed flat against the polished wood.Will stared at the document in front of him. His fingers trembled against his fountain pen. He was a broken Alpha, his shoulders hunched forward as if he could hide his massive frame from the wolves watching him from every corner of the room."You cannot do this, Penelope," Will whispered. His voice cracked on my name. "Agate Entertainment belongs to my family. You are stripping my pack of our birthright."
Kimberly Agate POV“You think you can just walk away from me, Penelope?”My voice rang across the marble floor of the lobby.I needed to see her break.I needed to see the shame crack through that fake, perfect skin.Penelope stopped.She did not flinch.She turned her head slowly.A tiny, cruel smile touched her lips.Her eyes locked onto mine.They were completely dead.“Miss Kimberly, there is a basic fact your tiny brain cannot seem to process.”
Penelope POV"What are you doing here?"Kimberly stomps across the marble floor of Agate Entertainment. Her heels click like gunfire against the stone. Her face is bright red."I asked you a question, Penelope!"I do not blink. I keep my boots planted on the polished floor. My hands stay steady in my pockets."What a coincidence, Miss Kimberly.""Get out of my face." Kimberly stops three inches from me. Her breath smells like bitter coffee. "This is my building. This is my Pack territory.""The lobby is public space.""I do not care about the lobby!" She screams the words. A security guard turns his head near the front desk. "You do not belong here. You do not touch anything that belongs to the Agate family."I tilt my head. I look at her eyes. They are wide and bloodshot."You look tired, Kimberly.""Shut up!""Did you sleep last
Julian POV‘Tell me what kind of men she sleeps with.’Ethan freezes. The muscle right beneath his jaw twitches twice. He looks at the carpet, then at the desk, then at the wall behind my head. Anywhere but my eyes.‘Alpha, sir,’ Ethan says. His voice drops an octave, thin and reedy. ‘I do not have a close relationship with Lady Penelope. I would not know her preferences.’‘You are lying.’I do not shout. I keep my voice flat, level, and low. I lean forward until my chest presses against the edge of the mahogany desk. The wood groans under the sudden shift of my weight.‘I am not, sir.’‘Five da
Julian POV"Look at him."My voice does not sound like mine. It sounds like iron dragging across concrete.Ethan does not move. He does not even blink. He stands exactly three inches from the edge of my oak desk, his polished boots dug into the carpet."Look at the screen, Ethan."I push the phone forward. My thumb leaves a greasy smudge right over the actor's face. The boy has a jaw like glass and hair that falls perfectly into his eyes. A Beta. A soft, bloodless little creature from the southern cities who spends his days under studio lights while real wolves bleed on the borders.Ethan lowers his eyes. His neck muscles tighten. "I see him, Alpha.""They are calling him her
Penelope POV"John, I came here to talk business," Kimberly spat.Her fingers clawed into her designer leather handbag. The strap creaked under the pressure. She pulled her shoulders back, trying to anchor her heels into the marble floor of the lobby.John did not even look at her. He adjusted the cuff of his jacket. His thumb flicked against the silver link."You are in no position to talk business," John said. He did not raise his voice. He kept his tone flat, freezing the air between them. "We do not have time to babysit nobodies."Kimberly flinched. The mask of her heavy makeup tightened around her mouth.John turned his head two inches toward the front desk. "Annie. Call security. Have her esco
Penelope POV"Reject it."Axton paused, his pen hovering over the leather-bound ledger. "The Blue-Claw Pack requested a lunch meeting, Governor. Julian’s personal assistant called twice.""I don't care if the Alpha himself crawled here on his knees." I leaned back in my leather chair, tapping my fin
Julian POV"Do something about that bitch!" Marcella shrieks, her voice piercing the damp air of the backstage corridor.My head pounds like a piston against my skull."Julian, it is her!" Mother cries, her fingers clawing at my jacket sleeve, her nails digging through the fabric. "She is the one wh
Penelope POV"Sign here, please."The festival attendant hands me the silver pen.His fingers shake.The crystal casing sits on the velvet table between us, housing the Ancestor’s Fang."Penelope!"The backstage doors slam open against the drywall.Chloe storms into the room, her high heels clicking
Penelope POV“Silence!”The Sentinel elder at the altar lets out a low growl. The sheer force of his alpha pressure cuts through the room. Marcella instantly snaps her mouth shut, her jaw twitching as she chokes back her rage.The old man turns his eyes directly to me. A flicker of cold curiosity is







