Chapter 125
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Chapter 124 Trapped
Claire’s POV
Claim
Three days after Liam walked out of my home, the Sterling Moon Pack held a publicized press conference for the signing ceremony for a one-billion-dollar mega deal that was underway-the biggest sponsorship in
the pack’s history.
Under the flashing lights, Liam stood proudly at the signing table in a perfectly tailored dark suit.
At his side, Breanna was dazzled in a custom-made white ensemble. A string of pearls elongated her
slender neck, while a designer brooch glittered brilliantly.
Three days.
So much has happened that it felt like a surreal transformation. Just three days ago, Breanne had been
drowning in the scandal of an “indecent video p>
And yet, only three days later, she had risen to become the acting Luna of the Sterling Moon pack. The
media abruptly shifted their tone, painting her as a legendary figure.
I sat at my desk, surrounded by the whispers of colleagues and the rhythmic clatter of keyboards.
My mouse hovered over the news page, my eyes fixed on the screen.
The instant I saw Breanne standing beside Liam and smiling radiantly beneath the camera flashes, my breath caught in my throat. Liyah sent me the clip earlier, but I didn’t have time to check it due to work
deadlines. Now that I do, this is all anyone is still talking about.
It felt like a punch to the chest-sharp, suffocating pain.
My trembling fingers scrolled down slowly. Sterling Moon pack official announcement blazed before my eyes-” Breanne Telder officially active Luna of the Sterling Moon pack p>
I clenched my mouse so hard my knuckles went white.
It was only three days ago that Liam had stood at my doorstep, his eyes weary yet brimming with expectation.
“Claire, I need someone I can truly rely on. You are the one I want most p>
But in just three days, he had personally elevated Breanne to power. For her, he had mobilized a top-tier PR team, erasing every stain on her reputation. In his heart, Breanne had always been irreplaceable.
I let out a bitter laugh, full of self-mockery and sorrow. I had lost sleep over Liam’s defeated look that
night, replaying his words in my mind, wondering if I had been too ruthless.
But now? The joke was on me.
I drew a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.
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As I clicked through one article after another, I noticed their wording was almost identical-even the punctuation was the same. It was clearly a coordinated effort. However, I doubted this media blitz was the work of the Sterling Moon pack. Claim If its PR team had been this capable, the earlier crisis would never have escalated out of control in the first place. What puzzled me more was this: three days ago, Breanne had been cornered by Lucien with no way out. So how had she suddenly clinched a one-billion-dollar deal? The gap was too vast, too impossible to explain. Where was Breanne that night? I know Lucien; he would have kept his word, transported Breanne away, and delivered her safely. Yet, Liam could not find her. So where did she go for those lost hours? What deal did Breanne strike to propel herself to the top? I stared at Breanne’s triumphant face on the screen, the sight burning my eyes. A sense of dread crept over me. She was planning something, but what? My phone rang suddenly-Queenie, my direct superior. “Claire, a big client has asked for you by name. I will send you the address and expect you to get there right away p> Her tone left no room for refusal, and she hung up immediately. Twenty minutes later, I rushed to the restaurant from the directions Queenie texted me. The moment I pushed open the door of the private room, the stench of smoke and alcohol assaulted my nose. At the head of the table sat Breanne, her face glowing with pride, her gaze steeped in arrogance and challenge. Queenie clung to her side, fawning endlessly with a sycophantic smile that was sickening, which I found curious. Why would Queenie call and send me here if she was already here, unless it was to enforce ridicule by Breanne’s side? The room was crowded with Edmonton’s socialites and spoiled Alpha heirs from surrounding packs within the province. As I entered, their eyes gleamed with mockery and ridicule, like hunters who had finally cornered their prey. My steps faltered, my gaze coldly sweeping the room. This was a trap, just as I expected. I turned to Queenie, my voice calm but edged with steel. “Ms. Taylor, which important client am I here to entertain p> 251 < Chapter 124 Trapped Queenie shot me a contemptuous glance, lips curling in a sneer. Claim “Are you blind? Of course, it’s the newly appointed Luna Breanne of the Sterling Moon pack! Tonight, you will play servant. Understood p> She deliberately dragged out the last word, and the room erupted in laughter. Each sound pierced my ears like blades. I stood firm, fingers tightening slightly, my expression unchanged. Anger churned inside me, but my composure remained strong. “Oh? Then may I ask what exactly I’m expected to do?” I asked. “Insolence!” Queenie slammed her palm against the table with a sharp c***k. “Here you stand before the pack’s official Luna, and you don’t even know how to greet her with the respect that her title demands p> Her shrill voice rang through the room. Breanne sipped her wine gracefully, feigning magnanimity as though she were some benevolent superior. “Queenie, she is our Alpha’s ex-mate after all. Don’t be too hard on her p> “Ha!” Queenie’s laugh was laced with mockery and scorn. “She’s nothing but a low-level employee at Moonves now. Whatever I tell her to do, she does. Tonight, her job is to serve you-unless she doesn’t care about keeping her job p> I bit my lip hard, struggling to suppress the fire inside. “What are you, made of wood? I told you to greet Luna Breanne. Are you suddenly mute now p> When I remained still, Queenie stormed over and shoved me hard. Caught off guard, my right shoulder slammed against the wall. The sharp pain forced a gasp from my lips, my body trembling. “Queenie, that’s enough. Don’t push this until it spins out of control.” My warning was cold, laced with unyielding authority. Queenie threw back her head in exaggerated laughter, the sound chilling. “Claire, quit pretending you’re above everyone else. Keep acting disrespectfully in the presence of our new Luna, and tomorrow you can pack your things and get lost p> I lifted my gaze. “Perhaps you are confused from your head being so far up Breanne’s arse, that you’ve forgotten your place. I was hired directly by Mr. White. How is it that you are capable of making such a decision without him? Th at power is above your pay grade. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now p> I turned to go, but my way was blocked by a lanky young man-Harrison. 3/4 I remembered meeting him at the award event the other night. He was baiting Breanne to embarrass herself, yet now he is here? A cigarette dangled from his lips, smoke curling around him, lending him a careless, roguish air. “Ms. Reese, what’s the rush?” He reached out to grab my arm, his touch revolting. “You didn’t take my card last time. Tonight, at least add me as a friend, yeah p> Lucia Morh Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.