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But waiting three months meant my second trial would be over. Escape would become impossible.
After hours of internal struggle, I gritted my teeth. “Fine. One night.”
Maxwell’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Excellent choice, beautiful.”
The next morning, I lay in Maxwell’s arms, my body covered in bite marks from his rough treatment. They hadn’t healed due to my weakened state.
I traced circles on his chest coquettishly. “When will you send me abroad?”
The drowsy beta irritably pushed my hand away. “Don’t rush me. I just woke up.”
I rolled my eyes in frustration. How could I not be anxious when Olivia might discover my plans?
“The lawsuit with Olivia makes me nervous,” I explained softly. “Once the werewolf court verdict comes down, I’ll face pack exile.”
“Wait until I’m fully awake,” Maxwell dismissed me with a wave.
My anger flared as I realized his true nature. Before getting me into bed, he had been passionate and attentive. He claimed to have waited for me despite knowing I loved Ethan.
But once he got what he wanted, he became impatient and dismissive immediately.
I waited resentfully until 1:30 PM when Maxwell finally stirred awake.
“Before we discuss your departure,” he said with a lecherous grin, “I want another round.”
After ten minutes of his selfish satisfaction, I could barely contain my fury at his behavior.
Maxwell reached for his phone, finally ready to help. “I’ll call Samuel Harrison. His family has private jets.” “Samuel’s much wealthier than me,” Maxwell explained while dialing. “He’s planning a European trip anyway.” I listened as Maxwell spoke to his friend. “Sam, I need a favor. Can you take someone on your European flight?”
“Sure, no problem,” came Samuel’s voice through the speaker. “Have her bring documents to my assistant for processing.”
“International flights require three days’ advance notice,” Samuel continued. “But my jet has a large cabin. Adding one passenger shouldn’t be an issue.”
After the call ended, I embraced Maxwell’s waist gratefully. “You’re amazing. I should have chosen you over Ethan from the start.”
Maxwell smugly reminded me, “Now that the Blackwood family went, bankrupt, Ethan can’t help you anymore.
This reminder filled me with both anger and sadness. I had sacrificed everything for Ethan – bearing the stigma of being a mistress to a mated Alpha.
“One night with me,” he had said with that predatory smile. “Then I’ll arrange your departure.”
My face stiffened at his demand. I had undergone pregnancy termination just over a month ago. Pack healers warned me to wait at least three months before i?*********e.
Six months before attempting pregnancy again, or risk irreparable damage to my werewolf healing abilities.
But waiting three months meant my second trial would be over. Escape would become impossible.
After hours of internal struggle, I gritted my teeth. “Fine. One night.”
Maxwell’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Excellent choice, beautiful.”
The next morning, I lay in Maxwell’s arms, my body covered in bite marks from his rough treatment. They hadn’t healed due to my weakened state.
I traced circles on his chest coquettishly. “When will you send me abroad?”
The drowsy beta irritably pushed my hand away. “Don’t rush me. I just woke up.”
I rolled my eyes in frustration. How could I not be anxious when Olivia might discover my plans?
“The lawsuit with Olivia makes me nervous,” I explained softly. “Once the werewolf court verdict comes down, I’ll face pack exile.”
“Wait until I’m fully awake,” Maxwell dismissed me with a wave.
My anger flared as I realized his true nature. Before getting me into bed, he had been passionate and attentive. He claimed to have waited for me despite knowing I loved Ethan.
But once he got what he wanted, he became impatient and dismissive immediately.
I waited resentfully until 1:30 PM when Maxwell finally stirred awake.
“Before we discuss your departure,” he said with a lecherous grin, “I want another round.”
After ten minutes of his selfish satisfaction, I could barely contain my fury at his behavior.
Maxwell reached for his phone, finally ready to help. “I’ll call Samuel Harrison. His family has private jets.” “Samuel’s much wealthier than me,” Maxwell explained while dialing. “He’s planning a European trip anyway.” I listened as Maxwell spoke to his friend. “Sam, I need a favor. Can you take someone on your European flight?”
“Sure, no problem,” came Samuel’s voice through the speaker. “Have her bring documents to my assistant for processing.”
“International flights require three days’ advance notice,” Samuel continued. “But my jet has a large cabin. Adding one passenger shouldn’t be an issue.”
After the call ended, I embraced Maxwell’s waist gratefully. “You’re amazing. I should have chosen you over Ethan from the start.”
Maxwell smugly reminded me, “Now that the Blackwood family went, bankrupt, Ethan can’t help you anymore.
“
This reminder filled me with both anger and sadness. I had sacrificed everything for Ethan – bearing the stigma of being a mistress to a mated Alpha.
I had offended the Winters pack heiress, lost my social media account with millions of followers, and faced a lawsuit. Only for him to be so heartless that he didn’t even want our pup.
That evening, I prepared carefully for meeting Samuel Harrison. I wore a sexy black dress and elaborate makeup.
This served two purposes – supporting Maxwell’s image and potentially seducing the Harrison family heir. I was confident in my looks and figure.
Maybe I could win over Samuel and secure a luxurious future with a wealthy pack.
As we entered Moonlight Elite Club and walked toward the reserved room, my confidence soared. This could be my chance for a fresh start.
But as Maxwell opened the door to the private suite, my dreams shattered instantly.
My face turned pale as death. I froze like a statue, unable to move.
(Third person’s POV)
In the private room at Moonlight Elite Club, Cassandra Evans froze like a statue when she saw Connor Rivers sitting in the center position of the sofa. Her face turned pale as death, and her entire body trembled with terror.
Connor hadn’t looked toward the door yet, his attention focused on the conversation with his companions. But Maxwell Thornfield noticed Cassandra’s strange behavior immediately.
“Why won’t you move forward?” Maxwell asked, confusion evident in his voice. He grabbed her arm firmly. ” Remember what we discussed about going abroad?”
The commotion drew attention from everyone in the room. Someone recognized Cassandra and shouted in surprise.
“Maxwell, why did you bring her here?” The voice carried obvious disgust. “Don’t you know what she did to Olivia Winters?”
Cassandra’s reputation for slandering Olivia online and inciting fans to cyberbully her had made her notorious among Harbor City’s wealthy werewolf circles. No one wanted to associate with someone who had attacked the future Luna of the Rivers pack.
When Connor heard Cassandra’s name, he looked up with eyes like sharp blades. His gaze flashed with terrifying Alpha coldness that made the temperature in the room drop several degrees.
