Chapter 203: Unable to Get Close
Chapter 203: Unable to Get Close
Chapter 203: Unable to Get Close
(God’s POV)
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Tristan felt like he was being sliced by a sharp blade under Matthew’s gaze. The phone in his hand seemed to burn against his palm.
Matthew stepped forward and took the phone without a word. His voice was ice–cold when he spoke.
“Got it.”
The call disconnected with a sharp click. Matthew stared at the device for a long moment, his jaw clenched
tight.
Then he turned and walked back into the conference room. The heavy door closed behind him with finality.
Tristan stood alone in the hallway, wondering what had just happened. Through the glass, he could see Matthew resuming his seat at the head of the Royal Council table.
The Alpha King’s face showed no emotion as he continued discussing territorial security deployments. But Tristan noticed how his knuckles were white where they gripped the edge of the table.
Later that night, a cheerful Olivia stepped out of the driver’s seat of a new champagne–colored Mercedes. The sleek vehicle gleamed under the streetlights.
“Killian, your taste is excellent,” she exclaimed, running her hand along the smooth hood. “The driving feel and interior of this car are perfect for Aurora and me.”
She was thrilled to no longer have to rely on her employees for rides. The independence felt liberating after weeks of depending on others.
Killian stood on the other side of the car, his gaze profound as he watched her excitement. “My taste has always been good,” he replied softly.
Olivia missed the deeper meaning in his words. She simply smiled, impressed by his knowledge of cars.
“How did you know exactly what I needed? It’s like you read my mind.”
Killian’s lips curved slightly. “I pay attention to details that matter.”
The caregiver Nora helped Aurora and Elara out of the car. Both pups were giggling from their first ride in the new vehicle.
“Luna Olivia, you should invite Professor Vance to stay for dinner,” Nora suggested, worry creasing her features. “You’ve gotten so thin lately.”
Olivia looked down at herself, surprised. She hadn’t noticed the weight loss.
“That’s a wonderful idea. Killian, please stay I insist.”
The group entered the building, laughing and talking. Their voices echoed in the stairwell as they climbed to
Olivia’s floor.
To any observer, they appeared as harmonious as a family. Aurora babbled happily in Nora’s arms while Elara chattered about her day at the academy.
its occupants from view.
Inside, Tristan felt the air freeze around him. His Alpha King sat motionless, staring out the window.
A territorial development file lay untouched in Matthew’s lap. It had been there for ten minutes without him
turning a single page.
The silence stretched until Matthew finally spoke. “Killian is too idle.”
His voice was deadly quiet. Tristan felt a chill run down his spine.
“Professor Vance submitted two research projects to the Aegis Institute,” Tristan replied swiftly. “They
certainly need to be looked into.”
Matthew’s eyes never left the building where Olivia had disappeared. “Make sure they receive immediate
attention.”
“Yes, Alpha King.”
Soon after the black SUV departed, Killian’s phone buzzed urgently. He glanced at the screen and his
expression changed.
“I’m sorry, Olivia. Something urgent has come up at the Institute.”
He gathered Elara quickly, apologizing for the sudden departure. “The research committee needs me
immediately.”
Olivia watched them leave with confusion. “But dinner is almost ready.”
“Another time,” Killian called over his shoulder as they hurried toward the elevator.
Olivia stood in her doorway, looking at all the food Nora had prepared. It seemed wasteful now with just the
two of them.
But she felt genuinely happy that her former colleague’s project was receiving attention. “At least something good came of tonight,” she murmured.
The mate bond dissolution would take effect in nineteen days. The countdown felt like a weight on her chest.
(Olivia’s POV)
Three days later, I was at the Shield Chain Technology headquarters when Commander Garrett Flint
approached my desk. He carried an elegant envelope in his weathered hands.
Ms. Blackwood, this is for you.”
1 opened it carefully and my eyes lit up immediately. The prestigious International Software Expo Parallel Forum invitation gleamed with official seals.
“Are you really giving this to me?” asked excitedly, hardly believing what I was seeing.
Invitations to this event were notoriously difficult to obtain. For a new company like mine, it was nearly impossible.
“I thought you might be interested,” Commander Flint said with a slight smile.
I was eager to learn about the latest developments in international computer technology. More importantly, I wanted to find high–level experts to challenge my skills.
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That void had been gnawing at me since leaving the Shadow Syndicate. I missed the intellectual stimulation of working with brilliant minds.
“This is incredible. Thank you so much.”
Commander Flint found my excitement perplexing. He knew that with Matthew’s influence, I could have as many such invitations as I wanted.
But he didn’t say anything. He simply nodded and walked away.
I clutched the invitation to my chest, already planning what I would wear. This was exactly what I needed to reignite my passion for the work.
That afternoon, I arrived at the forum venue. The convention center buzzed with activity as the tech world’s
elite mingled.
I stood out awkwardly among Commander Flint’s team of gruff, senior engineers. Their weathered faces and practical clothing made my business attire seem out of place.
When Commander Flint introduced me as a consultant to some of the experts from the promotional posters, my eyes sparkled with admiration. These were legends in the field.
“I’m particularly interested in your work on neural interface protocols,” I said to one renowned researcher.
But when I tried to discuss the role of werewolf mental power skills in brain–machine interaction, I was met
with a contemptuous gaze.
“That’s hardly relevant to serious computer science,” the expert dismissed.
I was completely ignored and marginalized. The other researchers turned away, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation.
My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I had been so excited to engage with these brilliant minds, only to be
treated like an amateur.
Just then, a commotion erupted near the entrance. Alpha King Matthew made his entrance, surrounded by an entourage of admirers.
The very engineers who had just snubbed me immediately rushed toward him. Their eager faces transformed
as they pushed past me.
“Alpha King! What an honor!”
The crowd brushed past me, surging toward the entrance like a tide. Bodies pressed against me from all
sides.
I tried to maintain my balance but the force was overwhelming. My feet slipped on the polished floor.
Just as I was about to be knocked over, unable to keep my balance, a hand wrapped around my waist. Strong fingers held me steady against the chaos.
A familiar, concerned voice sounded by my ear. “Be careful, why are you so dazed?”
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