Chapter 179: A Wedding Night, A Farewell Night
Chapter 179: A Wedding Night, A Farewell Night
(Olivia’s POV)
To cry for unfulfilled wishes, and to cry for wishes fulfilled. I clung to him, crying, acting Incredibly spoiled. He lost 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, sweet and intoxicating.
My body trembled against his. Every nerve ending was alive with sensation. His touch burned through the thin fabric of my nightgown.
“Matthew…” I whispered his name like a prayer.
His golden eyes blazed 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, 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, gently laying me flat on the large bed. He helplessly covered me with the quilt, then held me in his arms.
This was our mating night. Our first and last.
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 Blackwood, you should
eat something.”
But food was the last thing on my mind. In the sitting room, Gamma Joric Slate waited with a leather
portfolio in his hands.
“Luna,” he greeted me formally, then caught himself. “Miss Blackwood.”
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 Slate 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 Slate laid the documents before me. His voice was heavy with reluctance.
“The severance will be kept confidential for a while. The King has requested joint custody of Aurora. All
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shared assets will go to you
I barely listened to the details. We had been mated for such a short time. There wouldn’t be much to divide
anyway.
Seeing Gamma Slate’s haste, I signed the documents without a second glance. My signature looked small and lonely next to the blank space where Matthew’s would go.
“The various procedures will take a month,” Slate explained. “Once complete, the partnership will be dissolved.”
I sighed, remembering Matthew’s words about the bond not being able to be severed immediately. At least now we had a timeline.
I reached into my bag and pulled out two sealed envelopes. “Please forward these to the King.”
Gamma Slate took them with obvious reluctance. “What are these?”
“My resignation letter from the organization. And a recommendation letter for my successor.”
His eyes widened in shock. “Miss Blackwood, surely you don’t need to-”
“I 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 Slate left the estate and got into the passenger seat of car where Matthew was waiting. The King sat in shadow, his face unreadable.
Slate 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 Slaté cautiously remarked, “Miss Blackwood looks well.”
Matthew showed no reaction. His golden eyes remained fixed on the documents.
Gamma Slate then gave him Olivia’s resignation and proposal. Matthew glanced at them with the same cold detachment.
“Let Gina Frost replace her,” he said coolly.
“Your Majesty, Gina has been away from main operations for three years. She might struggle to command respect-”
A single look from Matthew cut him off. The King’s authority was absolute.
Gamma Slate cleared his throat nervously. “About the investigation. The vehicle that hit Miss Blackwood was
found burned in the outskirts. No surveillance footage of the crash. The silver blade 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 days later, I did the handover with Gina Frost. She was professional but cold, clearly disapproving of my
decision to leave.
“The King values your contributions,” she said stiffly.
“I’m sure you’ll do excellent work,” I replied diplomatically.
Gamma Slate 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 place as a “brutal training compound.” 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 Blackwood. It was modest but filled with memories. More importantly, it was mine.
I also decided to take over my mother’s legacy: a tech company 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 the company 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 be coming to take over the company 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 Blackwood, I need to be honest with you. The company is on the verge of collapse.”
He pulled out financial reports, spreading them across the desk. “Anti–virus software is obsolete. We’ve lost major government contracts. We lack the capital to pivot to Al.”
I reviewed the accounts with growing alarm. The numbers were devastating.
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Two dollars and eighty cents,” I whispered. “That’s all that’s left?”
Marcus nodded grimly. “I’m sorry, Miss. I know this isn’t what you hoped to inherit.
“How have you managed to stay operational?” I asked.
Marcus hesitated, then revealed the truth. “Alpha Theodore is the company’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 the company. 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 this company.”
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, the company’s affairs have nothing to do with
him.”
Marcus looked uncomfortable. He shifted in his chair, avoiding my gaze.
“Miss Blackwood, there’s something else you need to know.”
My stomach dropped. “What?”
“Alpha Theodore has been propping up this company for so long, he has already acquired eighty percent of the shares.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. “What?”
“He is now the largest shareholder of this company.”
Just as he finished speaking, the office door opened. Theodore pushed inside, his presence filling the room with familiar tension.
He placed a share transfer agreement in front of me. His dark eyes were unreadable.
“My love, this is for you.”
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