Chapter 94: Breaking Pack Bonds
Chapter 94: Breaking Pack Bonds.
(Scarlett’s POV)
Sarah’s face twisted into something feral, her rage boiling over the surface. Her lips trembled as realization struck her I would not help her. Not for Grace. Not for her pack. Not for anyone but myself.
“You won’t convince them?” she seethed, her words nearly spitting out of her mouth.
There was no need for me to pretend. I kept my voice calm and even, letting her frustration fill the air. “I won’t.
”
Her breath quickened, her chest heaving like she couldn’t quite inhale properly. “She’s dying, Scarlett!” Sarah
snapped, her voice cracking under the sheer venom of her words. “Have you no heart left in you? No bond?
Grace is still your sister-”
“She is nothing to me.” My words were ice cold, devoid of even an inch of remorse. I met her eyes, emerald
against hazel, unrelenting. “Let’s not play this game, Sarah. Sister, pack, family? Those are words you clung
to while you pushed me aside.”
“You don’t understand!” she screamed. “I didn’t know what to do back then! I was confused… But fine. Blame
me for that. Hate me!” She clutched the edges of my desk like it was the only thing anchoring her to reality.”
But Grace is innocent in this.”
“Innocent?” I laughed. It wasn’t soft or kind. It was sharp, jagged like a blade cutting through her logic. “
Innocent doesn’t poison someone. Innocent doesn’t orchestrate attacks. Let’s not rewrite the past just
because she’s dying.”
Her whole body trembled. Her knuckles were white from gripping my desk. Her lips parted, forming words she
couldn’t seem to bring herself to say. Suddenly, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor.
I stood still, my arms crossed, watching her. Even now, I didn’t trust this to be genuine.
“Claire!” I called toward the doorway, my voice sharp and commanding.
Claire appeared a second later. Her usual calm demeanor flickered into surprise at the sight of Sarah
trembling on my office floor. “What’s going on?” she asked, her hands hovering near her phone.
“She collapsed,” I said flatly, stepping back as though Sarah didn’t deserve my space. “Call for medical help.”
Claire hesitated, her brows furrowing. “Are you… sure this is real?” Her voice dropped, cautious but curious. ”
What if she’s just playing another one of her manipulative games?”
I shook my head, crouching briefly over Sarah to check her breathing. It was shallow, uneven. I stood, brushing my hands as though I’d touched dirt. “No,” I said simply. “This is real. Her pride wouldn’t her fake something like this. She’s furious. That’s all.”
Claire nodded wordlessly before she began dialing. As she moved toward the hall, I stopped her. Pulling an
envelope from my desk drawer, I handed it to her.
“This address,” I instructed smoothly. “Deliver the contents to the recipient. There’s plenty of evidence in there that should shake things up for Daniel and the wholesome image he likes to pretend he has.”
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Claire glanced at it briefly, her gaze flicking nervously back to me. “I’ll get it done.”
“Good,” I said simply, gesturing for her to go.
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The medics rushed in shortly after and carted Sarah out. For a brief second, I wondered if this would finally
be the thing that forced her to give up. But somehow, I doubted it. She clung too tightly to the illusions she
built around Grace.
The room grew quiet once they were gone, but I barely sat down when Claire rushed back in. Her complexion was pale, her breathing fast.
“Scarlett!” she exclaimed, her voice rising. “Daniel is here. He’s stormed in, and he is… not happy.”
I groaned inwardly, my patience stretched thin by the entire Winter family. “Let him in,” I instructed with no
hesitation.
Claire blinked, clearly surprised. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “And send that information we discussed earlier. Let it reach his little secret. If they think messing with me is easy, they’re about to learn just how wrong they are.”
Claire didn’t argue. Her retreating footsteps were followed by the sound of my office door swinging open with
force.
Daniel stormed in, his claws halfway shifted, his eyes blazing with fury. He slammed the door behind him with enough power to make it rattle.
“How dare you?” he shouted, his voice a menacing growl that filled the room.
I leaned back leisurely in my chair, entirely unbothered by his theatrics. “Care to be more specific? I upset the
Winters quite often.”
“Don’t play dumb with me!” he snarled, slamming his clawed hands onto my desk. My pens rattled from the impact. “Sarah collapsed because of you! Whatever you said–whatever you did–she was in tears when she left! Do you have no shame? No respect for your mother?”
I tilted my head lazily, feigning thought. “Hmm, mother? Luna? Oh, are you still pretending we have that kind
of bond? That’s adorable.”
Daniel’s claws scraped against my desk, frustration radiating from his every move. “Scarlett, you cannot just abandon your pack. You cannot turn on your own family.”
That made me laugh, a short, sharp sound that echoed between us. I reached into my drawer and placed the severance papers between us on the desk. “You think I’ve turned on my pack?” I smiled coldly. “Take a look for yourself.”
He snatched the papers up, his eyes skimming over the words. He read the neatly signed papers, proof in ink that Sarah herself had severed the final connection between me and the Winter Pack.
His eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face. “This–no, this can’t be real,” he stammered. His claws dug into the edges of the paper.
“Oh, it’s real.” My voice was light, amused. “And there’s nothing you or anyone else in that miserable family can do about it.”
“You can’t just walk away!” he growled, his hands slapping back down onto the desk. His claws gouged the
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I leaned forward, my emerald eyes blazing. “I can. I have. And if you even think about threatening me, you’ll
regret it more than you know.”
His lip curled back, his fangs bared in a dangerous snarl. “You’ll regret this,” he spat. His wolf was barely contained, his claws twitching against the desk.
I stood, moving fast enough to close the distance between us. When his claws raised, I didn’t hesitate. My fist collided with his face with enough force to send him stumbling backward.
He clutched his mouth, his fangs bloodied, his growl more animalistic now. “You’ll regret laying hands on me, “he snarled. Blood dripped from between his fingers.
“You’ll regret stepping foot in my office,” I snapped coldly, shaking off the faint ache in my knuckles.
Just then, a voice that could freeze hell itself filled the room.
“Is that so?”
Daniel froze, and so did I.
The doorway loomed darker now, filled by an unmistakable presence. Roman stood there, his shoulders carrying the kind of authority that made even alphas tremble. His ice–blue eyes were cold, unfeeling, as they landed on Daniel’s snarling form.
“You were saying?” Roman asked, his voice low, deliberate. The room seemed to shrink under the weight of it. Daniel’s wolf screeched to a halt. His claws slowly retracted, his instincts screaming submission under
Roman’s gaze.
Roman let the tension drag, his every word steeped in menace. “What consequences, Daniel? I dare you to finish
that sentence.”
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