Chapter 91
“Vivian, if you want to head back to Cloud Pack first, you can,”
Alpha Gideon said from the back, his voice low and devoid of emotion.
My neck stiffened.
If I want to head back?
His tone sliced through me like he’d read my thoughts and wasn’t happy about it, calling me out for being
unprofessional.
But I’d only thought about bailing-I hadn’t said a word. Did he have to be so harsh?
“Alright, since you’re giving me the green light, I’ll head back,” I replied, my voice calm and steady.
His displeasure, his sharpness-what was behind it?
Probably my lack of tact this morning and just now. Looked like my days as his assistant were numbered. I
wasn’t cut out for playing nice.
Alpha Gideon didn’t respond.
The driver must’ve been thinking: What’s with these two? This awkwardness is getting worse.
The car rolled on.
Alpha Gideon didn’t confirm or deny my leaving, and I didn’t ask. An hour later, we pulled up to the private
club.
We got out, and I marched to the trunk, yanking out my suitcase.
“Alpha Gideon, have fun with your friend. I’m heading back to Cloud Pack.”
I kept my tone warm and polite, ready to wheel my luggage away.
Alpha Gideon’s hand landed on my suitcase, stopping me.
He held my gaze for a moment, his voice low and rough.
“That was my bad. I let my mood get the better of me.”
I gave a faint smile.
“With your status, you can snap at the whole world if you want.”
My gentle jab hit its mark. Alpha Gideon went quiet for a long beat.
“Fine. The whole world, except you.”
I froze, my heart rippling like a pebble had been tossed into it.
That’s not right…
Alpha Gideon shoved my suitcase back into the trunk and headed into the club.
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I had no choice but to follow.
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On the fifth-floor balcony, a towering, ridiculously jacked wolf stood, his black shirt unbuttoned low enough to
flash abs.
His chiseled features and tanned skin oozed raw, wild charisma, his presence screaming testosterone for
miles.
Yet, he was dressed in a suit, shirt, and polished shoes, looking every bit the corporate hotshot.
Leaning against the railing, cigarette in hand, he watched the club’s entrance with amused curiosity.
I’d bet in his lifetime, he’d never seen Alpha Gideon soften for a she-wolf.
That little moment back there? Too cute.
He smirked, stubbed out his cigarette, and headed inside as we approached.
Alpha Gideon and I entered, greeted by a manager who led us to the elevator.
“Tristan’s waiting on the fifth floor.”
“Got it,” Alpha Gideon replied, stepping in.
I followed, standing just behind him on his left.
We reached the fifth floor quickly.
Alpha Gideon strode toward the central private room.
Near the door, I spoke up.
“Alpha Gideon, I’ll wait out here.”
He glanced back. “Plenty of space inside.”
Translation: Get in.
“Okay,” I said.
Alpha Gideon pushed the door open.
Inside the massive room, a handsome wolf sat at a round dining table, his pecs practically flexing for attention. Yeah, he’s been hitting the gym hard.
A hand suddenly covered my eyes, spinning my head and body around.
“Stop ogling the underfed. Wait over there,” Alpha Gideon said, giving my waist a light nudge.
I cringed, mortified. I hadn’t meant to stare-it was just right there!
Alpha Gideon walked over to Tristan, his eyes icy. “Button up.’
“I’m hot,” Tristan grinned, his face practically cracking from glee.
“You’re not? All suited up, tie knotted tight. Loosen up, cool off like me.”
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“Might as well skin yourself-that’d be cooler,” Alpha Gideon shot back.
“What, getting violent? Love’s faded that fast?” Tristan teased.
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I sat on the sofa, blinking in a daze. What did I just hear? These two? No way. Really?
Couldn’t be. No chance.
But, as the saying goes, when two alphas clash, one’s gotta bend. I squinted, clutching my forehead in mock despair. I couldn’t handle this setup.
At the table, Tristan raised his hands under Alpha Gideon’s frosty glare. “Alright, alright, I’ll button up. Happy?
I’ll spoil you-gimme a kiss?”
“Can your mouth take a break?”
Alpha Gideon snapped, pulling out a chair.
How two wolves with such opposite vibes were friends was a mystery for the ages.
Tristan fastened three buttons, looking sharper.
Throw on his discarded suit jacket and tie from the sofa, and he’d transform into a Fortune 500 CEO.
“Let’s eat and talk,” he said, then shot a playful glance at me.
“Call your Vivian over to join us?”
“No need,” Alpha Gideon said.
Tristan smirked. “She’s hungry. Don’t you care?”
Alpha Gideon’s shut-up glare could’ve frozen lava.
Tristan’s grin widened. Oh, a secret crush, huh?
After some teasing, they ate and shifted to business.
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Then, out of nowhere, Tristan asked, “You really not budging on the Quinnvale Capital deal?”
“What’s with the sudden interest?” Alpha Gideon replied coolly.
My ears perked up at the mention of the Quinn pack.
Tristan leaned back. “Lydia’s my great-aunt Beatrice Ashbourne’s cousin.”
Alpha Gideon raised a brow. “Small world.”
Tristan continued, “Lydia showed up at the Ashbourne den two days ago. Bet it’s about this.”
Alpha Gideon smirked, a hint of mockery in his tone. “What, the Quinn pack looking to lean on the Ashbourne
pack for a bailout? Beatrice running the show now?”
The Ashbourne pack was a tangled mess, and I knew he’d heard some of the dirt. Reginald Ashbourne held the reins, but Beatrice, once his mistress, had stirred up chaos. Pregnant, she’d forced her way into the
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family, displacing Reginald’s frail original mate. Later, that mate and her five-year-old pup died in a brutal car crash, just days before she was due to give birth. Beatrice moved in after. Rumors swirled that she’d orchestrated the crash, but the investigation found nothing, and it faded.
Alpha Gideon knew the story well-every time he visited Ydoria Pack, his mom made a point to honor the memory of Reginald’s first mate, convinced Beatrice was behind her death.
Tristan sighed. “You don’t know Beatrice’s game. She’s got half the Ashbourne pack in her pocket. Ever since Grandma forced Reginald to name me heir, I’ve dodged death a few times. Reginald’s starting to see through her, though. The other day, he told me he’s been dreaming about my five-year-old cousin and the unborn pup
we never met.”
