Chapter 43
Rebecca’s POV
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His words were the final match to the powder keg of emotions I’d been suppressing. Five years of being treated as a possession, of swallowing my pride to keep peace–all of it combusted inside me at once.
My hand shot up before I could think, connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap that echoed through the apartment. “You are a disgrace to werewolves everywhere!”
William’s head snapped to the side, his eyes widening in shock before darkening to a dangerous amber. His lips pulled back in a snarl, teeth elongating as he raised his hand to strike back.
Raymond moved with preternatural speed, stepping between us. “Mr. Moretti,” he said, his voice deceptively calm but laced with threat, “Mr. Sterling would not appreciate you touching his assistant.”
The name had immediate effect. William’s hand froze mid–air, his eyes flickering back to normal as uncertainty replaced rage. He took a step back, nostrils flaring.
“Take your things and get out,” he spat, turning away.
1 grabbed the box containing my remaining design supplies and sketches, clutching it to my chest like a shield. As Raymond escorted me out, I didn’t look back–though I could feel William’s hatred burning into my spine.
In the Bentley, the reality of what had happened crashed over me. My shoulders began to shake with silent sobs.
“Are you alright, Miss Brown?” Raymond asked, concern evident in his voice as he glanced at me through the rearview mirror.
“No,” I whispered, not bothering to wipe the tears streaming down my face. “But it’s not about the clothes. It’s the designs. They were…” My voice broke. “They were everything.”
Raymond handed me a box of tissues from the center console. “I’m sorry about your belongings.”
I took a tissue, dabbing at my eyes. “Those sketches were years of work. The only proof I had that I was talented at something.” I looked down at the small box in my lap. “This is all I have left.”
“Mr. Sterling can provide you with the best design tools and education,” Raymond offered gently.
I shook my head, staring out the window as buildings blurred past. “You don’t understand. Those were mine. My creations, my memories. They were the source of my inspiration.” I traced my finger along the edge of the box. “They can’t be replaced.”
We rode in silence for several minutes before Raymond spoke again. “For what it’s worth, Miss Brown, I think you showed remarkable courage today,”
I gave him a watery smile. “Thank you, Raymond. And thank you for stepping in when you did.”
“It’s my duty to ensure your safety,” he replied formally, but I could see the kindness in his eyes.
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When we arrived at Dominic’s estate, Raymond insisted on carrying my box inside. Diana, the housekeeper, looked up from arranging flowers in the foyer, her expression softening when she saw my red–rimmed eyes.
“Miss Brown, she greeted me gently.
Raymond leaned close to her, speaking in a low voice I wasn’t meant to hear. “Her former fiancé destroyed her design work.”
Diana’s eyes widened with understanding. She approached me, her hand briefly touching my arm. “Would you like some tea, dear?”
I shook my head. “Thank you, but I’d prefer to be alone right now.”
She nodded, respecting my wishes. Raymond set the box down, and I lifted it carefully, cradling it against my chest as I climbed the stairs to my room.
Once inside, I closed the door and sank onto the plush carpet, finally allowing myself to fully break down. I opened the box with trembling hands, carefully removing each remaining tool and sketch.
I leafed through the few salvaged sketches–mostly rough drafts and early concepts that William must have overlooked. Each piece was a ghost of what had been lost, a painful reminder of destroyed possibilities.
Curling around the box, I pulled my knees to my chest and let the tears flow freely. “Everyone just sees me as a transaction,” I whispered to the empty room. “William, and now Dominic.”
The afternoon light faded as I lay there, emotionally drained. Eventually, exhaustion won out over grief, and I drifted into fitful sleep, tear tracks still damp on my cheeks, clutching the box of remnants to my chest.
Dominic’s POV
I was reviewing acquisition reports when Raymond entered my office after a brief knock.
“Report,‘ I ordered, not looking up from my computer.
“Miss Brown visited her friend this morning, as scheduled,” Raymond began. “Afterward, she requested to collect personal items from her former fiancé, William Moretti.”
My head snapped up, eyes instantly sharpening. She went to see that dishonorable wolt? The pen in my hand stilled as heat rushed through my body.
Raymond stood at attention, his posture rigid. “Only to retrieve her possessions, sit. I accompanied her inside, as instructed.”
I slammed my fist onto the desk, the mahogany cracking under the impact. My skin burned with rage, blood pounding in my ears. The wolf inside me howled for retribution, demanding freedom. “That pathetic excuse for a wolf dared to destroy what belongs to my- I cut myself off, inhaling sharply.
My chest heaved as I fought for control. She wasn’t just mine Not yet. But the thought of another wolf touching her, hurting her, made my teeth ache with the need to elongate, to bite, to claim.
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“And Moretti? Did he touch her?” The question came out as a snarl, my throat tight with barely contained fury.
“He attempted to, sir. Miss Brown defended herself with considerable spirit. I intervened before he could retaliate.”
I paced behind my desk, muscles coiled tight. The image of Rebecca facing that bastard alone made my blood boil. The wolf in me demanded I track William down immediately and tear him apart for daring to threaten what was mine.
“Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day,” I ordered, yanking my suit jacket from the back of my chair.
“Yes, sir, Raymond replied, stepping aside as I stormed past him.
“And Raymond-” I paused at the door, “-you did well today.”
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