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“This makes Ethan jointly liable with the company,” I concluded. “The law is clear on this matter.”
As we settled into the Bentley, I continued persuading Harrison to set aside personal grievances.
“Consider my professional capabilities,” I urged. “Three years of practice experience and nearly perfect winning record. Countless successful cases in supernatural law with virtually no losses.”
Harrison’s voice carried grudging curiosity. “Why do you want to represent my bond dissolution case?”
I revealed my true motivation with a genuine smile.
“Because I don’t want Margaret to get this dissolution,” I said honestly. “It suits me perfectly when she’s miserable.”
This admission resonated with Harrison immediately. He understood that Margaret had previously looked down on me and repeatedly humiliated me during pack-social gatherings.
Harrison’s voice grew thoughtful as he reflected on his situation.
“Margaret enjoyed the wealthy Luna lifestyle I provided,” he said bitterly. “Jewelry from Moonlight Jewelers, designer handbags, whatever she wanted from Harbor City’s elite shops.”
His anger intensified as he continued. “Now that the company is bankrupt, she wants to dissolve our mate bond and abandon me to find another wealthy Alpha.”
“Someone who can share good times but not hardships goes against everything werewolf mate bonds. represent,” he declared firmly. “I’m determined not to grant the dissolution.”
Twenty minutes later at Harbor City Memorial Hospital, I arrived to meet with Harrison. He appeared haggard with more gray in his hair and deeper lines from the stress of bankruptcy, family chaos, and health problems.
The daily arguments with Margaret over their failing bond had clearly taken their toll on his Alpha constitution.
During our negotiation, I leveraged my status strategically.
“I’m the daughter of Richard Winters, Riverdale’s most powerful Alpha,” I pointed out. “Margaret can only afford to pay Harrison Clarke eight thousand dollars for this dissolution case.”
Harrison nodded grimly, understanding the financial constraints we both faced.
“You’re similarly financially constrained,” I continued. “Many lawyers wouldn’t want to take such small cases.”
I leaned forward slightly, pressing my advantage. “If I intervened, no law firm in Harbor City would accept your case due to my influence and the potential benefits of maintaining good relations with the Winters pack.” Harrison considered this carefully, weighing his limited options against the potential benefits of my representation.
After several minutes of contemplation, he agreed to retain my services.
“Do everything possible to ensure the werewolf court denies the bond dissolution,” he requested earnestly.
I agreed with a slight smile, already planning my legal strategy to destroy Margaret’s case completely.
(Cassandra’s POV)
Meanwhile, after my pregnancy termination procedure, I had been recovering at my family’s modest home. The small house felt suffocating compared to the luxury I had once enjoyed with Ethan.
My case for defaming Olivia and inciting fan cyberbullying through social media was currently in the second-instance appeal process at Harbor City Supernatural Court. No trial date had been set yet, leaving my future uncertain.
With Moonweave Textiles’ bankruptcy now irreversible and my father’s small company struggling to survive, knew I had to make plans for my future.
The reality of my situation hit me every morning when I woke up in my childhood bedroom. The faded wallpaper and cramped space reminded me how far I had fallen from grace.
I contacted a wealthy beta werewolf from my former social circle who had previously pursued me. Maxwell Thornfield had always been infatuated with me, even when I was with Ethan.
“Maxwell, I need your help,” I said when he answered my call.
His voice immediately warmed with interest. “Cassandra, what can I do for you?”
I swallowed my pride and made my request. “I need you to help arrange my departure from the Northern
Territory. I want to start fresh in another werewolf community abroad.”
(Connor’s POV)
In my executive office at Rivers Pack Holdings, Frank Langley entered with several pack alliance documents requiring my signature. I barely glanced up from my phone as he placed them on my desk.
“These need your approval by end of day, Alpha,” Frank said quietly before leaving.
I nodded absently, absorbed in checking my schedule. The date caught my attention – May 10th. May 20th was approaching soon.
That special date sparked an idea. I needed to prepare a gift for Olivia as part of my pursuit of her. We weren’t officially mated yet, and our bond was still developing.
I picked up my phone and dialed Sebastian Pierce’s number. He answered on the second ring.
“Connor! What brings you to call during business hours?” Sebastian’s cheerful voice came through.
“I need information about new limited edition bags,” I said in fluent French. “Your company’s latest releases.”
Sebastian’s laughter filled the line. “Ah, wooing a she-wolf, are we? Let me guess – this is for your future
Luna?”
“Yes,” I confirmed without hesitation.
“Have you reconciled with Olivia officially?” Sebastian asked with genuine curiosity.
“We haven’t officially bonded yet,” I admitted. “But I’m working on it.”
“I’ll check with our general manager about upcoming releases,” Sebastian promised. “Give me a few minutes.”
Within ten minutes, my phone buzzed with Sebastian’s call back.
“Perfect timing,” he announced excitedly. “We have a Global Limited Edition Luna Collection handbag launching next week.”
I leaned forward with interest. “Tell me more.”
“Three colors available – obsidian black, arctic white, and rich brown. All feature premium matte crocodile Jeather. Price point is $1.5 million each.”
The price didn’t concern me. “All three colors sound versatile. Olivia would love them.”
“I can gift them to you,” Sebastian offered generously. “Consider it my blessing for your pursuit.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I’ll pay for them myself.”
I immediately transferred $4.5 million to Sebastian’s account. “Done. When can I collect them?”
“I’ll have them ready by tomorrow,” Sebastian assured me.
(Cassandra’s POV)
Meanwhile, I faced a desperate situation in my cramped childhood bedroom. Maxwell Thornfield had agreed to help me flee the Northern Territory, but his condition made my stomach turn.
“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.
