Chapter 160
Chapter 160
Third Person’s POV
Luna Chloe approached on her stiletto heels.
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Her pace was steady, her spine straight–she radiated a sense of calm, iron–clad self–possession.
She kept her pheromones tightly reined in, yet they were potent enough to make any lower- ranking omegas nearby feel instinctively uneasy, causing them to back away.
It was the natural aura of a high–ranking Luna.
The young she–wolf wolf hadn’t realized the danger was closing in.
A second later, Chloe was standing right in front of her.
No eye contact, no verbal warnings.
Chloe raised her hand in a motion so light it was almost graceful, but in the blink of an eye, her fingers underwent a partial shift—her nails elongating, sharpening into metallic, lethal points.
With a tiny, crystalline sound, the clasp of the necklace was severed instantly, sliced as cleanly as a piece of thread.
Chloe retracted her hand, the necklace now dangling from her fingers. The movement was crisp and decisive, without a hint of hesitation.
The young she–wolf finally reacted, her face pale with shock as she reached out to snatch it back.
Chloe didn’t even look at her.
With a flick of her wrist, she dropped the necklace into the hands of a passing waitress. Her voice was flat, as if she were merely disposing of lost property. “Keep this safe p>
The entire process took less than two seconds.
It was too fast for anyone to protest.
Finally, Chloe spoke. Her voice carried a lazy, dismissive irony, yet every word stayed perfectly within the lines of pack protocol. “Since you know my mate gave you this, you should also understand–a piece like this isn’t something you’re allowed to wear in public p>
Stripped of her jewelry in front of everyone, the young mistress felt a surge of pure humiliation. Her pheromones flared out of control, cloyingly sweet and intentionally
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But the moment the scent began to spread, it was crushed by Chloe’s aura.
It wasn’t a violent attack; it was a total hierarchical override.
In that instant, the young she–wolf’s body stiffened. Instinct moved faster than emotion: she realized she was overstepping against a high–tier wolf.
Yet, she ground her teeth, her voice trembling as she stood her ground. “Chloe, don’t get too smug. Alpha Curtis is going to terminate his bond with you sooner or later p>
Chloe smiled. The expression touched her lips but never reached her eyes.
She picked up a wine glass, her movements flawlessly elegant. A second later, she tilted the glass.
The deep crimson liquid cascaded over the woman’s head, soaking through her hair and into her collar, staining the fabric of her dress. In an instant, the “provocative” look she had carefully crafted was drowned in absolute misery.
The wine mixed with her haywire pheromones, creating a scent that was chaotic and embarrassing.
Chloe’s voice was soft, but it felt like a thin blade skating across the woman’s pride. “At best, you are nothing but a breeder for Curtis p>
She set the glass down, her gaze icy. “When exactly I throw you into the trash depends entirely on my mood p>
She paused, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Picking a fight with me? You’re not even in my league p>
Drenched in red wine, the young she–wolf didn’t dare make another sound.
This was a high–society wolf gathering–the place where rules were the strictest and hierarchy was the clearest.
She could only grit her teeth and turn away in shame, her scent trailing off in a disorganized
mess.
Once she disappeared into the crowd, the air returned to its orderly state.
Trista whispered, “Aren’t you… angry at all p>
Chloe took a napkin from a waiter and began to methodically wipe her hands.
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She shot Trista an apologetic look, her tone flat. “I used to be. Not anymore p>
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She folded the napkin and placed it back on the tray. “The easiest thing to spoil in this world is ‘feelings p>
Trista felt a pang in her chest.
As they talked, she realized Chloe’s situation was almost a carbon copy of her own–a political marriage, a cheating mate, and a string of mistresses that included a “permanent” one with children.
Worse, new ones appeared constantly, like trash that the pack could never fully clear out.
For the sake of her family’s interests, Chloe couldn’t terminate the bond or break the facade.
She could only lower her bar again and again, cleaning up her Alpha’s messes, maintaining his “stability” in the eyes of the public, and holding the territory’s reputation together.
After Chloe left, Trista stood alone in the corner, lost in thought.
She understood perfectly. Cassian had brought her here on purpose. He’d introduced her to Chloe on purpose.
He wanted her to see what a “perfectly broken” Luna looked like. He wanted her to understand exactly what “submission” and “cooperation” meant in the Ironthorn dictionary.
He wasn’t just asking her to accept it; he was training her.
He was breaking her pride, dulling her edges, and molding her into the next Luna Chloe.
Before long, Cassian walked over and reached out to adjust a hair ornament on her head.
The gesture was intimate and perfectly timed. “How was the chat?” he asked.
Trista kept her head down. “Fine p>
Cassian wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest.
His pheromones were restrained, but up close, the pressure was enough to make her body stiffen reflexively.
His voice was warm, but his words felt like a pre–written script. “It’s always productive to talk to people who are on the same page. I’ll introduce you to more Lunas later p>
“People on the same page p>
Trista couldn’t help the sarcasm that sharpened her voice, though she kept it low. “I used to
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only half–understand. Now I finally get it–why this seat, this Luna title, just had to be me p>
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.