After Severance,Alpha Fell in Love With Ex-Luna

Chapter 12: The Trap

Chapter 12: The Trap

(Elena’s POV)

Evening shadows stretched across the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute as I finished organizing my patient files. The day’s humiliation still burned in my chest like silver polson.

Sophia appeared at my office door, carrying a stack of official documents. Her smile was sickeningly sweet

“Elena, I need you to handle something important,” she said, placing the papers on my desk. “There’s a dinner meeting tonight about the new pack medical facility construction project.”

I frowned, scanning the documents. They looked legitimate, bearing official territorial seals.

“You’ll be negotiating with territorial officials,” Sophia continued. “It’s crucial for securing funding

“Why aren’t you handling this yourself?” I asked suspiciously.

Sophia’s expression turned apologetic. “Marcus specifically said all your work now falls under my

supervision. This is part of your new responsibilities.”

My hands clenched into fists. Marcus had used his Alpha influence to place me under her authority. The

humiliation cut deeper than any physical wound.

“Fine,” I said through gritted teeth. “Where’s the meeting?”

“Silver Moon Hotel, fifth floor, private room 503, Sophia replied, her eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t

identify. “Seven o’clock sharp.”

eerily quiet as I approached room 503. Something

pushed down my instincts.

entered, expecting to see territorial officials in business suits.

to stare at

cut and yellowed teeth blocked my

prettier than promised.”

shot through my veins. 1 think there’s been a mistake. I’m here

laughed crudely. One of them waved a wad of cash. “We paid good money

sweetheart.”

a thunderbolt. The documents were genuine, but the dinner was an elaborate

orchestrated this

me leave,” I demanded, backing toward

my arm. “Not so fast. We haven’t had our

my lips. I struggled, but their grip was too strong. The alcohol burned down my throat as I

empty bottle and smashed it over the blue–shirted man’s head. Glass shattered,

Chapter 12 The Trap

bolted from the room, my heart pounding like a

hotel corridors blurred as I ran, the alcohol making me dizzy and

vision swayed dangerously.

tears streaming down my face. “Help me! Please,

hurried past, their eyes averted. No one wanted to get involved in

corner, blood trickling from his scalp.

little b***h,” he snarled,

Sterling appeared with two bodyguards.