His Rejected Luna: The Lycan King's Vengeful Mate

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lass-enclosed conference suite on Floor 35,

pened with

forcers wearing Blackwater pins. He carried an embossed leather portfolio under his ar

tion and sitting opposite me. "I am Douglas Finch, chief legal coun

seconds to state your business before building s

unzipped his portfolio and slid a thick s

y Alpha Black, your father and the Pack Council have determined you are unfit to manage the Beaumont maternal inheritance. If you sign this waive

d my eyes. "An

wo o'clock. We will brand you an unstable, hysterical rejected female. You will be stripped of your executive license, locked in a p

ind Finch. Their postures were aggressive,

-thin smile t

de with two fingers, and pulled my personal tablet f

is document, Mr. Fin

reen. His smug expressio

ined, my voice steady and clinical. "I submitted it to the Sinclair Global Risk Committee twenty minutes ago. It de

. "Where did you get these figure

cate," I interrupted. "As of eight o'clock this morning, Sinclair Global officially

ble, my presence completely ove

nks call their short-term liquidity loans. The interest on your commercial developments spikes by four hund

ed milk. "You... you can't do t

back. "Take your papers, walk back to Gabe Black, and tell him that if he or my father files a single petition

hands, turned on his heel, and practically sprinted t

lass door c

began to shake violently. The strain of standing against the entire weight of my heritage, of

the cold glass table, breat

stood before a massive bank of surveillance

screen where Douglas Finch was fl

an murmured, an edge of genuine respect in his voice. "Single-han

ethal smile. His dark eyes glowe

ess," Caden said softly. "She

ice dropping into

es to quietly tighten Blackwater's margin requirements by an additio

way, You