Chapter 39
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Alpha Gideon spoke, his voice steady but cutting. “Father, don’t you see? Their performance right now is the truest thing I’ve uncovered in this inspection.”
His words peeled back their masks, exposing the monsters underneath.
Camilla’s face flushed, then paled.
She fired back, “You’re the one losing it over a she-wolf! You’re mixing personal and business! Why do you care so much? Got a thing for her? She’s got a mate!”
“Camilla!” Alpha Gideon’s voice cracked like a whip, his eyes brimming with disappointment. “All you think about is romance. I asked if you knew why Vivian went to the factory, but you don’t care. You’re only worried
about whether I like her.”
“I do care about her right now,” he continued.
“Because she found something in three days that you missed in two years. She’s missing because she was checking the books for me!”
Camilla froze, his disappointment slicing her heart, his praise for Vivian fueling her jealousy. “She says there’s a problem, and that makes it true?” she snapped.
Martin jumped in.
“I’m with Camilla. She claims there’s an issue, and we just believe her? Even if the books are off, why not
report to the company? To you, Camilla? She’s just showing off for Alpha Gideon.”
“Because there’s a traitor in the company!”
A weak she-wolf’s voice came from the doorway.
The room froze in shock.
All eyes turned to the doorway.
There stood a she-wolf, soaked to the bone, pale as death, with scrapes on her forehead and cheeks. Weak
and disheveled, yet still stunningly beautiful.
Vivian!
The wolves recognized her instantly-the breathtaking she-wolf who lit up any room.
Alpha Gideon shot to his feet, rushing to her side, his hand steadying her, his eyes shining like stars. “Vivian,
you’re okay.”
Relief flooded his chest, urging him to pull her into a tight embrace.
I managed a faint smile. “Lucky me. I don’t go down easy.”
Grandma’s den sat by the shore; as a pup, I’d grown up in a fishing pack, swimming like second nature, knowing how to ride waves to safety.
Thank the fates it was my leg, not my skull, that hit the rocks.
Martin’s face drained of color.
Impossible. How’d she survive, drag herself back?
I hadn’t walked-my thigh was gashed open from the reef, each step agony.
Lost on the island, I’d been saved by a kind she-wolf on a bike who gave me a lift.
I knew Gideon would be at the factory.
No matter what, Walter and Martin’s treachery had to burn.
“You’re hurt. Hospital, now,”
Gideon said, eyeing the blood-soaked cloth around my thigh.
“Business first. I can hold on,” I insisted, locking eyes with Martin.
My face and lips were ghostly pale, but my gaze blazed.
Gideon knew arguing was useless.
“Easy,” he said, sliding an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close.
After a few steps, seeing me grit my teeth, cold sweat drenching me, he ignored the stares, lifted me, and
carried me to his seat at the table.
The room gaped.
No romance, huh?
That looked natural as breathing.
Camilla’s eyes reddened, her heart skewered by a thousand thorns.
Relieved by the eased pain, fresh from near-death, I didn’t overthink the gesture.
On the table, Camilla’s phone still blared on speaker.
I glanced at the caller ID, understanding.
With a mocking smirk, I said, “Martin, bold of you. At least make sure I’m dead before running your mouth.”
“What are you on about? I don’t follow,” he said, feigning confusion.
It had been just us in that house-no witnesses, no proof. Her word against his.
He turned to Camilla, stoking her bitterness.
“Camilla, perfect timing, isn’t it? She’s gunning for me, but really-making a fool of you in front of Gideon. Scheming, that one.”
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I thought Camilla wouldn’t buy it, but her next glare was venom.
“Vivian, framing Martin, staging this? Just to flirt with him in front of everyone?”
My eyes widened.
Wait-Camilla’s in on it?
Martin got to her first.
“Camilla, I don’t know what he told you, but let me explain-”
“Shut up!”
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Camilla roared, repulsed by my “damsel act.”
I froze, stunned.
Martin smirked inwardly. Love-addled brains are easy prey.
Their bickering echoed through the phone to Charles.
His face hardened, eyes narrowing.
“You’re the one who needs to shut it,” Gideon said, cold as stone, turning to Camilla.
“Pathetic.”
He’d given her chances to see sense, but she danced to Martin’s tune.
Camilla’s lips trembled, tears spilling-his words a blade to the heart.
I caught on.
Ignoring her, I fixed Martin with a sharp stare.
“You think it’s just your word against mine? No proof?”
Martin stiffened, my words hitting home.
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“Vivian, I’ve got no beef with you! Framing me to impress Gideon? Making up lies?” he snapped.
I held his gaze, calm, unyielding.
I turned to Gideon.
“I brought a recorder this morning-48 hours of capacity, hidden in my shirt. It’s under the table in that old shore house where they kept me. Send someone. It’s got every word-Walter, Martin, the workers. Truth’s on
there.”
“No need for a map. Walter talked-it’s his family’s old den,” Gideon said, dropping the bomb.
He called Elliot, ordering him to fetch the recorder and bring Walter back.
Elliot, already heading back with Adrian after hearing I was at the factory, had Walter in tow.
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He didn’t mention Adrian-who cared who brought him?
I had no clue my stubborn, bond-clinging mate was here, about to stroll in like nothing.
As Gideon hung up, the room shifted.
The unaware started to believe I’d been taken.
Martin’s face twitched. “Fine. Get the recorder. I’ve got nothing to hide!”
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