Chapter 11:The First Public Step
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The private elevator ride back down to the penthouse garage felt different. I wasn't the desperate she-wolf seeking a desperate alliance anymore. I was draped in emerald silk, my neck adorned with delicate diamonds, and the supreme Alpha’s arm was settled possessively around my waist.
Silas didn’t speak, but his touch was a continuous, burning brand through the fabric of my dress. His scent had completely shifted from the cold, corporate aura he had maintained during his board meeting; now, it was heavy, thick, and laced with a primal satisfaction.
"You've gone quiet, little wolf," Silas murmured as the elevator doors chimed and slid open.
"Just calculating my next move, Alpha," I replied, looking up at him through my lashes.
"You don't need to calculate when you are with me, Clara," he said, his golden eyes darkening slightly as he pulled me just a fraction closer against his side. "You play your part, and I handle the rest."
Waiting for us in the pristine concrete garage was a different vehicle—a monstrous, armored luxury SUV, gleaming under the fluorescent lights. His head of security, the stern beta who had collected me this morning, stood by the rear door. His eyes widened slightly when he saw me in the emerald dress, but he quickly dropped his gaze in respect.
Silas guided me into the back seat, sliding in right beside me. The door closed with a heavy, vacuum-sealed thud, cutting off the rest of the world.
As the SUV roared to life and accelerated out of the garage, my phone buzzed again in my lap. I picked it up. Even though I had blocked Julian’s primary number, a stream of frantic messages was flooding my pack-wide message board app.
Julian: Clara, you better answer me. Security says you were seen entering the Vance Tower executive lift. If you are trying to spin some lie to my father to get back at me, I will make sure you are exiled from the northern territory entirely.
Julian: Respond to me!
I let out a soft, mocking laugh, turning my screen toward Silas. "It seems your son is growing increasingly desperate, Alpha. He’s threatening to exile me."
Silas glanced down at the screen, a low, dangerous rumble building in his chest. He reached over, his large hand completely covering mine, taking the phone directly from my fingers. Without a word, he pressed the microphone icon to record a voice note.
"Julian," Silas said into the phone, his deep, commanding baritone dripping with absolute authority and a hint of wicked amusement. "Miss Evans is currently under my direct protection. If you use that tone with her again, or if you attempt to threaten her position in this territory, I will personally reconsider your fitness as my heir. Do I make myself clear?"
Silas lifted his thumb, sending the voice note instantly, and tossed the phone back into my lap.
I stared at him, my heart hammering against my ribs from the sheer power of his voice. He hadn't just protected me—he had just drawn a massive, permanent line in the sand between himself and his own son.
"He's going to lose his mind," I whispered, a brilliant, victorious smile breaking across my face.
"Let him," Silas murmured, his golden eyes locking onto mine with an intense, unyielding focus as he leaned in close. "He needs to learn that what I choose to keep... is entirely untouchable."
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