Betrayed Lycan Queen Chapter 06
“Enough! Stop this madness!”
Rick clamped his hand over my mouth, dragging me out of the office.
His grip on my nose and mouth was brutal, threatening suffocation.
Then, I heard Calista’s forgiving words to my colleagues. “Since the necklace is found, no harm done. We’re all colleagues; I won’t pursue it! Afternoon tea’s on me, thanks everyone!”
Rick, fearing a public exposure of our relationship, pulled me into the breakroom.
“What’s your game? There’s a limit to this craziness,” he said, rubbing his temples, clearly stressed.
I gasped for air, my face bruised from his grip.
“What has gotten into you? Calista is being generous. Apologize to her!”
“I won’t apologize. I didn’t do it!”
I glared at him.
He asked what’s wrong with me; I wanted to ask when he became so estranged.
Calista entered, pouring me a cup of hot water.
“Daisy, drink some water. I know you resent me, but don’t be impulsive.”
I didn’t take the water.
Calista spilled the hot water on my arm.
“Ow! Hot!” A few drops scalded her finger, Rick rushed her to the sink.
My thin blouse was soaked, yet the boiling water hissed and evaporated upon contact.
Grief consumed me; I didn’t notice the self-preservation of my awakening werewolf queen bloodline.
In the restroom, I saw that despite the widespread splash, the burn was minimal.
Returning to pack, Rick grabbed my hand.
“Ouch!” I cried out. Rick flinched, releasing me.
He stammered, “Are you alright?”
I found it ludicrous.
The slap was his doing, the burn Calista’s.
His feigned concern was nauseating.
I shook him off, sweeping the scattered items into the trash.
He started to speak, then left with a curt, “You were too impulsive today.”
After deaning up, I went to the security office.
I wouldn’t be falsely accused.
But the staff refused my request to view the morning’s footage, claiming only internal personnel had access.
My internal employee account was deleted-Rick’s handiwork.
Only he could act so swiftly.
He’d sided with Calista, convinced of my guilt.
Then I remembered the tech company was owned by the Flockhart family.
I decided to meet Harrison, the Flockhart heir, and the Lycan Alpha.
Leaving the office, a tingling sensation shot up my wrist.
A black Bentley’s window lowered in the parking lot; a wolf in the backseat gazed at me.
The burn miraculously subsided; warmth spread through my veins-later I learned it was the first resonance between a Lycan leader and a werewolf queen’s bloodline.
Back at my apartment, I moved out everything, purging the relationship from my life.
That evening, a delivery arrived-burn cream.
I left it on the counter, taking a final look at the empty apartment.
The next day, I booked my flight back to Marisola.
I finalized my handover and briefed my replacement.
On the third day, I stepped onto the plane.
Before boarding, I sent Rick a final breakup message on his work WhatsApp.