Chapter 148 Flowers from the Wrong Person (1)
Aelira’s POV
Once Eileen Briarhallow exits the office, an uneasy hush settles between Daelor and me. Her final words seem to linger, heavy and oppressive, making my wolf inside me whine softly in response to the tension I sensed.
I find myself glancing at Daelor, increasingly puzzled about the nature of this “plan” his mother referenced. The warning she gave had been so grave, tinted with anxiety and disapproval.
Though curiosity eats away at me, I remind myself to respect their privacy. This situation appears to be a personal matter between Daclor and his mother, and it isn’t my place to interfere.
Daelor, noticing my serious look as he walks to his desk, addresses me. “is something bothering you? You look
concerned.”
I answer quickly, “It’s nothing,” even as my mind continues to process the strange family atmosphere I have just witnessed.
My focus instantly shifts as Daelor slides open his desk drawer and pulls out a bulky folder. The presence of an official seal on the front sends a jolt through my chest.
“This is the Northern Healthcare proposal I talked about,” he announces, offering the file to me with a faint upward curve of his lips.
My eyes grow wide when I catch sight of the refined letterhead. This isn’t a dream–it’s a legitimate letter of intent from Northern Healthcare Alliance, the most esteemed herbal distributor throughout the werewolf regions.
“If our initial partnership goes well, they’re offering a lasting relationship, I murmur, excitement building as I absorb the terms. “Daelor, this is amazing!”
Within the pages, the document details exclusive rights to distribute in several pack regions–a privilege that even Silver Moon Herbalists, the leading werewolf remedy firm in the area, has never enjoyed.
Asl continue reading about the advantages, my wolf stirs with anticipation. Such an agreement could elevate our small business overnight.
However, as the thrill begins to fade, doubt trickles in like a chill. A brand–new, entirely obscure herbal shop should never have access to something this prestigious.
There must be a hidden cost.
“Daelor,” I begin cautiously, lifting my gaze from the paperwork, concern tightening my voice. “What did you have to sacrifice to make this happen?”
He maintains a composed demeanor, but a fleeting shadow crosses his silver–gray eyes.
“There were some obstacles,” he replies, his honesty evident as always.
stomach knots. “What sort of obstacles?”
“I need to concede certain benefits from other pack territory contracts,” Daelor says, his tone deliberately even. “It’s nothing that would endanger the Nightshade Pack, but it was enough to draw their notice.”
A wave of panic rushes through me as the consequences hit. He’s given up something valuable–perhaps essential pack assets or political leverage–just to boost my prospects.
“No!” I cry, jumping up and trying to push the folder back into his hands. “This is too much. I can’t take it. You’ve already sacrificed enough for me.”
Inside, my pregnant wolf whines at the thought of being further indebted to him.
“If this contract came at the expense of your pack’s interests, I have to refuse it immediately. I won’t risk your standing as Alpha King for my sake.”
Before I can retreat, Daelor’s firm grip gently anchors me back onto the leather couch at his side.
Chapter 148 Flowers from the Wrong Person (1)
“Please listen,” he says in that calm, authoritative Alpha tone. “Northern Healthcare’s decision wasn’t driven by political
deals.”
His gaze holds mine unwaveringly. Their agreement came after a thorough review of your remedy formulas. The research. team was impressed by your unique herbal expertise and inventive blends.”
“But these contract terms…” I protest softly.
Daelor presses on, his voice warming with genuine excitement. “We’ll receive one percent of net sales revenue–assuming our products reach over ten million moon–silver in annual sales through their network.”
My mouth falls open at the figure. Ten million moon–silver outpaces what most regional herbal businesses see in a
lifetime.
“If we can reach those numbers, we’ll beat Silver Moon Herbalists in both profit and status, I breathe, barely able to imagine such an outcome.
The scale of possible financial gain and professional acclaim is overwhelming. This could transform us into true rivals in the werewolf herbal remedy industry.
“Would it be alright if I took this letter of intent home for a more detailed review?” I inquire, feeling my excitement grow even as doubts linger.
“Absolutely,” Deelor responds, his smile gentle and reassuring. “Just promise me you won’t sacrifice sleep to go over it. Both your well–being and the pup’s are important.”
His words radiate that unmistakable Alpha concern, sending an unexpected flutter through me.
That night, despite my promise to Daelor, I end up sketching out early plans for the project long past ten. The chance with Northem Healthcare is simply too thrilling to set aside,
When I finally manage to drift off, my head is filled with ideas and possible approaches.
The following morning, I awaken with a vigor that feels as though I’ve consumed some rare, strengthening moonlight herb. My wolf side buzzes with happiness and eager hope.
Reaching the herbal remedy office before my usual time, I’m surprised to find several coworkers already gathered near my workspace, their voices lowered in excited chatter.
“What’s got everyone’s attention?” I ask as I set my bag and coffee down.
