Chapter 149 Flowers from the Wrong Person (2)
The group quickly scatters, faces flushed with guilt, and I see what had drawn their focus. A stunning arrangement of scarlet roses sits on my desk, their bright petals illuminated by the early sunlight.
“Oh wow!” Lisa exclaims, her eyes shining. “Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer
Her playful words prompt laughter and meaningful glances from a few others.
“These roses are gorgeous, Seraphin, another herbalist, comments. “Someone must have spent quite a bit!”
I feel my cheeks flush as everyone watches me, curiosity and amusement evident. The attention makes my wolf shift uneasily beneath my skin.
“Is Alpha Daelor making his intentions official now?” Lisa asks, barely able to contain her excitement.
“Definitely not!” I reply quickly, my face growing even warmer. “That’s not what’s happening!”
“To me, these flowers seem pretty romantic,” Seraphin observes with a sly smile.
“We’re just… he’s just…” I fumble, unable to properly explain the complexity between us.
My coworkers exchange more glances, clearly unconvinced by my explanation. Their delight in the rumor only adds to my embarrassment.
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“Alright, everyone, we have a key meeting this morning,” I declare briskly, hoping to disperse them. “Let’s get ready for work.
Outwardly, I dismiss their notions, but internally, I wonder if Daelor could have sent the bouquet. The flowers are certainly stunning, and he has been rather open about his feelings lately.
Yet, something doesn’t quite fit. Grand gestures aren’t really his approach–he typically favors more discreet, personal
actions.
After managing to clear the area, I step closer to really inspect the roses. Nestled among the stems is a small, white card. My heart drops as I read the graceful handwriting: “To my beloved Aelira, love you forever. – Alarion”
Words that might have once made my heart race now sting like frost. My feelings about the beautiful bouquet shift
instantly.
These aren’t a thoughtful surprise from Daelor. Instead, they’re another calculated move by Alarion, trying to force his way back into my world.
My pregnant wolf recoils, rejecting his unwanted attention outright.
Without pausing to think, I scoop up the whole bouquet and stride confidently toward the exit of the building. The young women who had been chatting earlier now watch me from the doorway, their faces frozen in disbelief.
“Aelira, what are you doing? Lisa shouts, her voice edged with concern..
I offer no reply. Instead, I head straight for the large trash bin outside our office entrance and, in a single decisive gesture, toss the costly flowers inside.
Red petals s scatter, falling like shattered hopes as the bouquet lands at the bottom of the bin.
“Those roses were beautiful!” Seraphin gasps, clearly appalled. “How could you just throw them away?”
“They came from someone I refuse to accept,” I answer coolly, brushing away pieces of petals from my palms.
My coworkers, still watching, exchange confused looks, clearly struggling to make sense of my actions.
About an hour later, our company meeting begins with noticeably improved spirits. Standing before the gathered team of werewolf herbalists, I struggle to contain my excitement.
*I bring exceptional news,” I declare, pausing to build suspense. “Northern Healthcare Alliance has sent us a proposal for collaboration.”
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Chapter 149 Flowers from the Wrong Person (2)
The conference room bursts into cheers and enthusiastic shouts. Some colleagues spring from their seats, unable to suppress their excitement.
“Northern Healthcare?” Jastor Halde
Halden echoes, stunned. “You mean the Northern Healthcare Alliance?”
“Yes–the very same global distributor that partners with leading remedy firms across several continents,” I affirm, grinning.
widely.
The mood in the room is contagious. The scent of the pack shifts, filled with happiness and eager anticipation as everyone. realizes what this could mean.
“This could transform our entire company,” someone calls from the far side of the room.
“How did we even end up on their radar?” another teammate wonders aloud, amazed.
The entire morning is spent in lively conversations about implementation methods and quality assurance. Our team achieves record productivity as everyone pitches in with suggestions and expertise.
By midday, we have already formulated detailed production timelines and quality protocols designed to satisfy Northern Healthcare’s stringent requirements.
As the meeting wraps up, Jastor Halden approaches, his wolf’s scent still radiating excitement.
*Aelira, would you like to join me for lunch?” he asks, his tone friendly. “I’d like to share more ideas for the Northern Healthcare project.”
“That would be great,” I reply. “I’m keen to hear your insights on the technical side of things.”
Jastor’s skills in preparing traditional remedies will be crucial to making sure our products reach international standards for distribution.
Walking together toward the building’s entrance, we discuss possible obstacles and ideas for overcoming them. Suddenly, I spot a familiar presence standing by a luxury Thunder Pack SUV parked right outside.
My conversation with Jastor abruptly stops as my gaze meets the tall, commanding figure waiting near the vehicle.
Alarion waits there, his posture resolute and his amber eyes scanning the entrance, making it clear he has been waiting for quite a while.
