“Males are terrible,” the second woman said. “But honestly Luna Ashara seems kind of weak, doesn’t she? Everyone in this building knows, even the interns and the guards. If it were me, I would have destroyed this place already. But she just smiles and brings him lunch.”
“Maybe she’s just pretending not to see it. Or maybe she only cares about the money.”
“Should we warn Alpha Jareth?” Shaelyn asked quietly. “His Luna might walk in on them.”
“Hell no!” the other woman whispered sharply. “Are you crazy? We would lose our jobs. Alpha Jareth would blame us for letting her come upstairs. Let’s just wait. Luna Ashara seems too soft anyway. She passed the office earlier and did nothing. She probably heard them and ran away.”
Then they laughed. The sound echoed against the tiled walls like sharp claws.
Soon the restroom door closed and silence returned.
While I sat there, staring at the floor.
They said I was weak and unaware while everyone actually had known the truth…
The shame burned through my body stronger than grief.
I was not only a victim. I was entertainment. My entire life had become gossip for the wolves who worked for me. They laughed about my tragedy. They waited to see when I would finally break.
Slowly I stood up, wiping my tears with a rough paper towel then walked to the mirror.
My eyes were red but no tears remained.
The woman staring back at me did not look weak anymore. She looked dangerous.
I did not return to Jareth’s office. I did not scream. I just walked out of the restroom with my back straight and my head high.
When I passed the reception desk, Celene looked at me with panic.
“Tell Jareth I came by,” I said calmly. My voice carried no emotion. “Tell him I left the plans. And tell him to enjoy his meeting.”
Then I left the tower and stepped into the bright afternoon sun.
I called for a carriage and gave the driver an address I had searched weeks ago, back when I believed my worries were only suspicion.
The law firm stood inside another tall crystal tower across the city.
Soon I was guided into the office of Rayan Rageclaw, a lawyer famous for destroying mating contracts and wealth agreements.
He looked up from his desk in surprise when he saw me without an appointment.
“Luna Warhowl,” he said as he stood. “This is unexpected. Is everything alright?”
I sat in the chair across from him, then placing my hands on the desk. They were steady now.