Lana’s POV
The sun blazed hot through the wide office windows, but the brightness only made the bitterness of Adelle’s voice sharper. She stood in front of my desk, arms crossed, her nails tapping against her sleeve with that mocking rhythm I had come to hate.
“You should stop pretending like you still belong here, Lana,” she said, her lips curling into a sneer. “Without Liam’s family covering you, you don’t have the right to sit in Tide Holdings anymore, much less enjoy resources from other packs.”
I slammed my pen down, the sound sharp enough to echo. My chest rose and fell fast, but I kept my tone even. “You’re talking nonsense. This company actually belongs to my pack.”
Adelle barked out a laugh. “Oh, please. It’s not anymore. You couldn’t sustain it, that’s why Mr. Gerald stepped
