Chapter 159

Chapter 159:

“My Luna is not to be touched by lesser wolves,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated straight into my core. “Not by their claws, and not by their poison p>

I stared at him, the realization settling deep in my bones. He had burned a kingdom for me.

And I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to stand beside him in the ashes of our enemies and build something new.

The morning sun sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, but it couldn’t warm the chill settling in my stomach as I stared at my phone screen.

Victoria Hyde: Le Bernardin. 7:00 PM. I have the box with your mother’s journals and jewelry. An old family friend, Alpha Lance Sterling from Silver Creek, will be joining us. He is eager to meet you. Don’t be late.

I set the phone down on the marble island, my fingers trembling — not from fear, but from a simmering, cold rage. Victoria was desperate. After Dallas had stripped her of every advantage she held over me, she had resorted to the lowest tactic imaginable: holding a dead woman’s memories hostage.

And Alpha Lance Sterling. I knew the name. He was a man who collected Pack lands like trading cards and viewed unmated females as broodmares. Victoria wasn’t returning my heirlooms out of guilt. She was staging an auction.

I picked up the phone and typed a reply, my thumbs hitting the glass with deliberate force.

J𝗼in 𝘵𝗁𝘦 𝖼𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂ոі𝘁𝗒 а𝘵

I will be there for my mother’s things. Nothing more.

I didn’t wait for a response. I grabbed my purse and headed for the elevator. I had a meeting of my own to attend first.

The Marshall Enterprises tower pierced the skyline like a shard of black obsidian — a monument to the power Dallas wielded over the city. When I stepped off the private elevator onto the top floor, the air was already thick with his scent: rain, ozone, and deep, earthy cedar.

The heavy oak doors to his office were ajar. Inside, Dallas stood behind a desk carved from a single slab of ancient ironwood, looking every inch the dark king surveying his empire. Duncan, his Beta, was gathering a stack of files.

“The Parrish stocks have flatlined, Alpha,” Duncan said, his tone professional but laced with a hint of unease. “They are liquidating assets as we speak. The message has been received loud and clear p>

“Good,” Dallas rumbled. “Let them bleed a little longer before we offer to buy the scraps p>

Duncan nodded, turned, and spotted me in the doorway. He gave a respectful bow and slipped out, pulling the doors closed behind him. The silence that followed crackled with electricity.

Dallas looked up. His eyes, usually so guarded, softened the moment they found me.

“Adella p>

I walked across the plush carpet, the heels of my boots sinking with each step, and stopped at the edge of his desk. “You destroyed them.” It wasn’t a question.

Dallas leaned back in his leather chair, watching me carefully. “I adjusted the market. Actions have consequences, Adella. Katherine Parrish learned hers p>