Chapter 7:The Top Floor
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The elevator chimed softly, the glass doors sliding open to reveal a massive, minimalist penthouse office that overlooked the entire city. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the sprawling northern territories, making anyone standing inside feel like the ruler of the world.
And standing right by those windows, looking out over his kingdom, was Alpha Silas.
He looked devastatingly handsome in a perfectly tailored charcoal-gray suit, a stark contrast to the casual white shirt from the night before. His silver-streaked hair was neatly styled, and his powerful shoulders cast a long shadow across the polished marble floor.
"You're precisely on time," Silas said, not turning around immediately. His deep, resonant voice filled the quiet room, sending a familiar thrill right through my veins. "A rare trait for someone who was supposedly broken just last night."
"I told you, Alpha, I don't waste time crying," I said, walking out of the elevator. The click of my boots echoed sharply against the marble.
Silas turned slowly, slipping his hands into his suit pockets. His molten gold eyes swept over my simple outfit, a small, dark smirk playing on his lips. "Clearly. My head of security texted me that you blocked Julian’s number right outside your apartment."
I paused, raising an eyebrow. "You’re tracking my phone?"
"I track everything in my territory, Clara," Silas murmured, taking a slow, predatory step toward me. The heavy scent of cedarwood and power expanded, filling the gap between us. "Especially a beautiful little wolf who wanders into my quarters making wild promises about stealing a crown."
He stopped just a foot away, his towering frame casting a shadow over me. The raw intensity in his gaze was intoxicating.
"So," Silas continued, leaning down slightly, his voice dropping to a low, intimate purr. "You wanted an alliance. Let's see what you've got. Sit."
He gestured toward a sleek black leather couch in the center of the room. On the glass coffee table in front of it sat a thick manila folder.
I walked over and sat down, refusing to let my hands shake. I opened the folder. Inside were detailed financial documents, real estate deeds, and trade route maps—all belonging to the Vance family empire.
"Julian believes his upcoming marriage to Vivian secures the eastern trade routes," I said, looking up at Silas as he sat on the adjacent armchair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "But what he doesn't know is that Vivian’s father is deeply in debt. This alliance isn't a merger of power, Alpha. It's a bailout. Julian is giving away your family's hard-earned wealth to save a sinking ship."
Silas’s eyes narrowed, the golden hue in his irises flashing dangerously. The temperature in the room seemed to drop. He hadn't known. Julian had hidden the truth from him to look capable.
"Are you certain of this?" Silas asked, his voice deathly quiet.
"Look at page four," I replied smoothly. "I spent the entire night tracking their offshore accounts. If you sign over the pack inheritance to Julian next month, your billionaire empire goes down with them."
Silas stared at the documents, then slowly raised his eyes to mine. A dangerous, thrilled expression crossed his face. "You really are a vicious little thing, aren't you?"
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