<b>Chapter </b><b>179</b><b>: </b><b>A </b><b>Wedding </b><b>Night</b>, <b>A </b><b>Farewell </b><b>Night </b>
<b>Chapter </b>179: A Wedding Night, A Farewell Night
<b>(</b><b>Olivia’s </b>POV)
<b>To </b><b>cry </b>for unfulfilled wishes, and to cry for wishes fulfilled. I clung to him<b>, </b><b>crying</b>, acting <b>Incredibly </b><b>spoiled</b>. <b>He </b><b>lost </b>control and kissed me. It was like dry wood meeting a fierce fire, unstoppable.
He kissed my lips, his hand on my slender waist. The taste of moonlight wine lingered between us<b>, </b>sweet <b>and </b>intoxicating.
My body trembled against his. Every nerve ending was alive with sensation. His touch burned through <b>the </b>thin fabric of my nightgown.
“Matthew…” I whispered his name like a prayer.
His golden eyes zed with desire and something deeper. Something that made my heart ache with longing.
But suddenly, exhaustion crashed over me like a tidal wave. The stress of the k********g, the pain medication<b>, </b>the emotional turmoil – it all caught up at once.
I went limp in his arms, falling into a deep sleep.
Matthew held the back of my head, gentlyying me t on therge bed. He helplessly covered me with <b>the </b>quilt, then held me in his arms.
This was our mating night. Our first andst.
I slept for a day and a night. When I awoke, the estate was empty. Matthew was gone, as if he had never been
there.
The silence felt deafening. Even Aurora’s soft breathing from her crib couldn’t fill the hollow ache in my chest.
Matron Briar helped me downstairs, her weathered face creased with concern. “Miss ckwood, you should
eat something.”
But food was thest thing on my mind. In the sitting room, Gamma Joric te waited with a leather
portfolio in his hands.
“Luna,” he greeted me formally, then caught himself. “Miss ckwood.”
He opened the portfolio, revealing official documents with the Shadow Syndicate’s seal. Mate bond
severance papers.
My heart clenched, but I kept my expression neutral. This was what I wanted. What I had asked for.
Gamma te couldn’t believe it. He tried to persuade me. “Luna, although he’s a bit reserved and stoic, I’ve
never seen him treat any she–wolf so well, he…”
The resolute look in my eyes silenced him.
“Can I sign now?” I asked simply.
With a sigh, Gamma teid the documents before me. His voice was heavy with reluctance.
“<b>The </b>severance will be kept confidential for a while. The King has requested joint custody of <b>Aurora</b><b>. </b><b>All </b>
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I <b>barely </b><b>listened </b><b>to </b><b>the </b><b>details</b>. We had <b>been </b>mated <b>for </b>such a <b>short time</b><b>. </b><b>There </b><b>wouldn’t </b><b>be </b><b>much </b><b>to </b><b>divide </b>
<b>anyway</b>.
<b>Seeing </b>Gamma te’s haste, I signed the documents without a second nce. My <b>signature </b><b>looked </b>small <b>and </b><b>lonely </b><b>next </b>to the nk space where Matthew’s would go.
<b>“</b><b>The </b>various procedures will take a month,” te exined. “Onceplete, the partnership will <b>be </b>dissolved.” <fnc9a7> ???? ????s? ???????s ?? findnovel</fnc9a7>
<b>I </b>sighed, remembering Matthew’s words about the bond not being able to be severed immediately. At <b>least </b>now we had a timeline.
I reached into my bag and pulled out two sealed envelopes. “Please forward these to the King.”
Gamma te took them with obvious reluctance. “What are these?”
“My resignation letter from the organization. And a rmendation letter for my sessor.”
His eyes widened in shock. “Miss ckwood, surely you don’t need to-<b>” </b>
<b>“</b><b>I </b>politely decline any requests for me to stay,” I interrupted firmly. “If the King selects someone, he can contact me for the handover.”
The finality in my voice left no room for argument.
(God’s POV)
Gamma te left the estate and got into the passenger seat of car where Matthew was waiting. The King sat in shadow, his face unreadable.
te handed over the two signed copies of the mate bond severance agreement. Matthew took them without a word, signing his name beside Olivia’s elegant script.
His signature was bold and decisive. No hesitation.
Seeing his unreadable expression, Gamma té cautiously remarked, “Miss ckwood looks well.”
Matthew showed no reaction. His golden eyes remained fixed on the documents.
Gamma te then gave him Olivia’s resignation and proposal. Matthew nced at them with the same cold detachment.
“Let Gina Frost rece her,” he said coolly.
“Your Majesty, Gina has been away from main operations for three years. She might struggle tomand respect-”
A single look from Matthew cut him off. The King’s authority was absolute.
Gamma te cleared his throat nervously. “About the investigation. The vehicle that hit Miss ckwood <b>was </b>
found burned in the outskirts. No surveince footage of the crash. The silver de she mentioned wasn’t found at the Mooncrest residence.”
Matthew’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
“Without enough evidence, I’m afraid Cynthia Mooncrest will be released.”
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The King said nothing. But his knuckles whitened as his hands clenched into fists.
(Olivia’s POV)
Two dayster, I did the handover with Gina Frost. She was professional but cold, clearly disapproving of <b>my </b>
decision to leave.
“The King values your contributions,” she said stiffly.
“I’m sure you’ll do excellent work,” I replied diplomatically.
Gamma te came by as Gina was leaving. His expression was grim but satisfied.
“The Mooncrest pack has sent Cynthia to a rehabilitation facility in the Northern Territories,” he informed me.
I remembered Seraphina Kane once describing such a ce as a “brutal trainingpound.” Effectively neutralizing Cynthia as a threat.
“Good,” I said simply.
That afternoon, I packed our belongings. Aurora gurgled happily in her carrier, oblivious to the upheaval in our lives.
Nora, the nanny, helped me load everything into the car. “Where are we going, Miss?”
“Home,” I said softly. “To my mother’s apartment.”
The apartment had belonged to Lyra ckwood. It was modest but filled with memories. More importantly<b>, </b><b>it </b>was mine.
I also decided to take over my mother’s legacy: a techpany specializing in system defense and anti–virus software. It would give me purpose. Independence.
A way to build a new life for Aurora and myself.
The next morning, I arrived at thepany building. It was smaller than I remembered, showing signs of age and neglect.
The manager, Marcus Webb, was waiting in the lobby. He was a man in his fifties with kind eyes and graying
hair.
He recognized me instantly. “Alpha Theodore said you would being to take over thepany soon.”
My stomach clenched at the mention of Theodore’s name. But Marcus continued with a warm smile.
“You really look like your mother.”
He led me to my mother’s old office. The space was like a time capsule. A photo of us together sat on the
desk. My childhood drawings still hung on the wall.
I fought back tears, touching the familiar objects with trembling fingers.
Marcus watched me with gentle understanding. Then his expression grew serious.
“Miss ckwood, I need to be honest with you. Thepany is on the verge of copse.”
He pulled out financial reports, spreading them across the desk. “Anti–virus software is obsolete. We’ve lost major government contracts. Weck the capital to pivot to Al.”
I reviewed the ounts with growing rm. The numbers were devastating.
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<b>Two </b><b>dors </b><b>and </b><b>eighty </b><b>cents</b><b>,</b>” <b>I </b><b>whispered</b>. <b>“</b><b>That’s </b><b>all </b><b>that’s </b><b>left</b><b>?</b><b>” </b>
<b>Marcus </b><b>nodded </b>grimly. “I’m sorry, Miss. I know this isn’t what <b>you </b>hoped <b>to </b><b>inherit</b>.
“<b>How </b>have <b>you </b>managed to stay operational?<b>” </b>I asked.
Marcus hesitated, then revealed the truth. “Alpha Theodore is thepany’s only investor. Whenever our funds ran out, Alpha Theodore would fill the gap.”
My heart sank. Even here, Theodore’s influence followed me.
“He said it was a promise to your mother. To preserve this inheritance for you.”
Seeing me as a sheltered “Luna,” Marcus gently suggested, “Perhaps it would be best to close <b>the </bpany. Cut your losses.”
But I was determined. This was my mother’s precious gift to me. Her legacy.
“Manager Webb, I’ve decided to take over thispany.”
His eyes widened in surprise. “Miss, with respect, the financial situation is quite dire-”
“Don’t call him anymore,” I instructed firmly. “From now on, thepany’s affairs have nothing to <i>do </i><b>with </b>
him.”
Marcus looked ufortable. He shifted in his chair, avoiding my gaze.
“Miss ckwood, there’s something else you need to know.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“Alpha Theodore has been propping up thispany for so long, he has already acquired eighty percent of the shares.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. “What?”
“He is now thergest shareholder of thispany.”
Just as he finished speaking, the office door opened. Theodore pushed inside, his presence filling the room with familiar tension.
He ced a share transfer agreement in front of me. His dark eyes were unreadable.
“My love, this is for you.”
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