Chapter 102 The Big Event
Aelira’s POV
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I swivel to face the high–pitched voice, instantly recognizing Barbara, Cyrinne’s fierce pack representative. Her impeccably styled black hair and sharp features contort with rage as she approaches me aggressively.
“Get security! Remove this intruder at once!” Barbara shouts, gesturing dramatically in my direction.
Two enforcer wolves flank me, their formidable frames dwarfing my own. Their faces are blank, trained to obey commands without hesitation.
“Ma’am, you need to vacate the area,” says the taller enforcer, his claws extending slightly as a clear
form of intimidation.
Barbara moves closer, her eyes blazing with indignation. “This woman is Alarion Riven’s resentful ex- Luna. She attempted to shove Cyrinne Wynthor down a flight of stairs at Verdant Moon Herbalists!”
The accusation is so ludicrous that I nearly laugh. “That’s not what occurred,” I reply, managing to keep my voice steady even though my heart is racing.
“She’s plotting to ruin the marking ceremony,” Barbara continues, addressing the gathering crowd of onlookers. “She can’t accept that Alarion has truly found his match in Cyrinne.”
Reaching into my purse, I retrieve my invitation. “I was asked to come,” I assert confidently, raising the elegant card adorned with the Thunder Pack emblem.
Barbara’s eyes widen in disbelief. Before I can react, she snatches the invitation from my hand and tears it into pieces that drift down to the polished floor.
“A forgery,” she scoffs, but the scent of her wolf reveals her anxiety. Deep down, she realizes my
invitation is genuine.
The enforcer wolves tighten their grips on my arms, their fingers digging painfully into my skin. “Let’s
move,” one of them growls.
“Remove your hands from her.”
ALLIN
The order rings through the suddenly quiet lobby like thunder. The crowd parts as Daelor Briarhallow
strides toward us, his silver–gray eyes as cold as winter ice.
The enforcer holding my right arm pauses, clearly struck by the authority emanating from Daelor.
Seizing the moment of hesitation, Daelor springs into action.
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It all unfolds so rapidly that I barely process it. One moment, I’m in the grip of the enforcer; the next, he’s on the ground with Daelor standing over him, exuding casual dominance.
“Are you okay?” Daelor inquires, his focus now entirely on me. His hand brushes my face with unexpected gentleness, his powerful Alpha scent enveloping me protectively.
I nod, still taken aback by how swiftly he intervened. “I’m alright.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Barbara trying to escape through the crowd. Before I can call her out, Dr. Nyven Leyric appears, his foot poised with impeccable timing.
Barbara goes tumbling across the marble floor, her high–end dress riding up embarrassingly. Dr. Leyric
looks down at her, his expression one of open disdain.
“Security,” he calls out to the remaining enforcer wolves. “Kindly remove this deranged she–wolf from the building.”
The enforcer wolves, now eager to redeem themselves after their colleague’s humiliation, grab Barbara. Her protests resonate through the lobby as they drag her toward the service elevator.
“You can’t do that! Do you have any idea who I am? I represent Cyrinne Wynthor!”
The elevator doors slide shut, leaving her expression of outrage behind, and a peaceful hush envelops
the space.
Dr. Leyric rubs his hands together as if to brush off dirt. “Some individuals,” he mutters while shaking
his head, “have no etiquette whatsoever.”
As the tension dissipates, the bystanders start to scatter. Daelor gently places his hand on the small
of my back, steering me away from the inquisitive glances.
“Did you manage to get it?” he asks softly, his silver–gray eyes searching my face. “The certificate for
severing the mate bond?”
I nod, a blend of relief and vulnerability washing over me as the reality of my newfound freedom sinks
- in. “It’s now official.”
A small, unexpectedly intimate smile exchanges between us. Without saying anything else, Daelor
guides me into the main venue.
The preparations for the marking ceremony are bustling with activity. Silver crystal lights dangle from
the ceiling, creating a gentle illumination over the prominently displayed Alpha emblems on the walls.
Tables are adorned with silver moonstone accents and exquisite moon–flowers, reflecting the
grandeur and status of the Thunder Pack.
Daelor leads me to a secluded corner table, pulling out a chair for me. “Rest here. I’ll fetch you
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gratefully settle into the chair, suddenly aware of the exhausting toll the earlier confrontation has taken on me. My pregnant wolf whimpers softly within, craving comfort.
When Daelor returns, he holds a plate filled with thoughtfully chosen foods–silver–steamed vegetables, moon–seared protein, and herb–infused bread. All ideal selections for a pregnant she–wolf.
“Thank you,” I say, moved by his kindness. “You really didn’t need to do that.”
“You must eat,” he replies simply, his gaze briefly drifting to my belly before returning to my eyes. “Especially after that scene in the lobby.”
Dr. Leyric joins us, easing into a chair with the easy confidence I have come to recognize in him. “That was quite a dramatic entrance, Aelira,” he comments with a grin. “Though I doubt it was what you
intended.”
Despite everything, I can’t help but grin. “Definitely not how I envisioned starting the evening.”
As I eat, I take in the room around me. Representatives from various packs mingle, their opulent clothing and jewelry signaling their elevated status. In the midst of it all stands Roderic Riven, Alarion’s
father.
He navigates through the crowd with a practiced charisma, graciously accepting congratulations for his son’s impending marking ceremony. His smile is broad, and his amber eyes – so reminiscent of
Alarion’s shimmer with pride.
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Then, he catches sight of me.
The shift is instantaneous. His smile disappears, replaced by a dark scowl that makes his dashing features appear older. Breaking away from his companions, he strides directly toward our table, his wolf’s pheromones intensifying menacingly.
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“You have some audacity coming here,” he hisses, towering over me. “Haven’t you caused enough
trouble for my son?”
I calmly set down my fork, my wolf surprisingly composed beneath my skin. “Hello, Roderic.”
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“You’re not welcome here,” he continues, his voice low but charged. “This is Alarion’s special day, and I
won’t allow you to ruin it with your presence.”
“The mate bond severance is finalized,” I inform him coolly. “Alarion and I are officially separated as of
this morning.”
For a fleeting moment, pure relief flashes on Roderic’s face. Then, his expression sharpens as he
notices Daelor and Dr. Leyric standing protectively beside me.
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“Well,” Roderic sneers, “you seem to have moved on effortlessly, haven’t you? From one Alpha to another without skipping a beat. Just like a common she–wolf without any dignity.”
My hand reflexively moves to my belly, where the life of my unborn pup grows within. The harsh words sting, yet I remain resolute in concealing my feelings.
Before I can reply, Daelor leans in, his formidable Alpha presence engulfing the space between us.
“Speaking of smooth transitions,” Daelor drawls, his silver–gray eyes sparkling dangerously, “how does it feel to share a she–wolf with your own son?”
Roderic stiffens, his expression abruptly freezing.
Dr. Leyric lets out a dark chuckle beside me. “It’s a typical case of the ‘hungry elder‘ condition,” he remarks, referencing the derogatory term for older wolves who prey on much younger she–wolves. “It’s
quite pathetic, really.”
The color fades from Roderic’s face. His mouth moves silently, no words emerging.
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