Chapter 250
Chapter 250:
“Well, isn’t that sweet,” Gigi said, though her tone suggested she found it quaintly pathetic. She hooked her arm firmly through mine, her grip surprisingly strong. “Come. I’m heading up to see my grandson. I’ll drop you off p>
“No, really, I can p>
“Nonsense.” She steered me toward the private elevator, bypassing the security gates entirely. Behind us, I caught the receptionist’s jaw dropping as she watched the terrifying Matriarch escort the wolfless nobody into the VIP lift.
The elevator ride was suffocating. The small space was thick with Gigi’s scent—old paper and winter frost—completely overwhelming the faint trace of Moonflower on my skin.
“You know,” Gigi said, watching the floor numbers climb, “you have a good spine, Adella. It’s a shame you’re wasting it on a bean counter. My grandson, Dallas—now he needs a woman with a spine. He’s become far too much like a wild animal these days. He needs a firm hand p>
I stared at the floor, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. She was trying to set me up with her own grandson, entirely unaware that I was already sleeping in his bed. The irony was sharp enough to cut glass.
“Here we are. Sixth floor. Financial Division,” Gigi announced as the doors parted. She gave me a small push forward. “Go feed your little accountant. And think about what I said. Stability is boring, dear. Power is far more interesting p>
The doors slid shut, sealing her away.
I was left standing in the middle of a vast, grey open-plan office. Dozens of heads turned. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and stress. I was an alien here, clutching a brown paper bag in the middle of the lion’s den without a lion in sight.
𝖨𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺ո𝘵 𝗮𝘤𝗰𝗲ss oո 𝘨а𝗅𝗻оvе𝗹ѕ.c𝗼m
“Can I help you?” A young man with glasses popped his head up from a nearby cubicle. He looked kind, harmless.
“I’m looking for the restroom,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together.
He pointed to the far corner. “Right over there p>
I bolted. I locked myself in the furthest stall and slid down the cold tiles until I hit the floor.
I was trapped. I couldn’t go up to the penthouse without a key card. I couldn’t go down without walking past security. And Gigi was upstairs with Dallas right now.
I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking so badly I could barely type. I couldn’t mind-link him. I was wolfless, left to rely on technology like a human.
Trapped. 6th floor. Financial. Gigi is here. Help.
I hit send and squeezed my eyes shut, praying the King would come for his Queen.
Dallas
The phone in my hand cracked. A spiderweb of fractures bloomed across the screen, distorting the text message that had just ignited the gunpowder in my blood.
Trapped. 6th floor. Financial. Gigi is here. Help.
Ragnar didn’t just growl—he roared against the cage of my ribs, a sound of pure, ancient violence. Mate is scared. Mate is cornered. We kill them all.