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.”

felt eerily quiet as

pushed down my instincts.

see territorial officials in business suits. Instead, several

to stare at

cut and yellowed teeth blocked my path to the door. “Well, well.

prettier than promised.”

through my veins. 1 think there’s been a

them waved a wad of cash. “We paid good money for your

sweetheart.”

documents were genuine, but

had orchestrated this

demanded,

“Not so fast. We haven’t

red wine to my lips. I struggled, but their grip was too strong. The alcohol

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

Chapter 12 The Trap

bolted from the room, my heart pounding

alcohol making me dizzy and weak. My legs felt like

vision swayed dangerously.

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

eyes averted. No one wanted

appeared around the corner, blood trickling from his scalp. His eyes burned

b***h,” he snarled, raising his

with two bodyguards. His usually

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