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I forced myself to focus on my computer screen, pulling up Cameron’s schedule for the day and trying to ignore the way my chest tightened every time I heard Anna’s voice. Professional composure, I reminded myself. That was all I had left.
At exactly nine o’clock, Anna sauntered over to my desk wearing a blood-red dress that was so tight it looked like it had been painted on. Her platinum blonde hair was styled in perfect waves, and her makeup was applied with the precision of someone preparing for a photo shoot rather than a day at the office.
“Good morning, bestie!” she chirped, plopping herself onto the corner of my desk with enough force to scatter my carefully organized paperwork. “Isn’t this just like old times? Working together again!”
I gathered the scattered papers with steady hands, not trusting myself to look directly at her. “Good morning, Anna. If you don’t mind, I have quite a bit of work to catch up on.”
“Oh, work!” Anna waved her hand dismissively, her perfectly manicured nails catching the morning light. “Don’t worry about that silly little stuff. I’ll handle all the important tasks. You just focus on… I don’t know, filing or something. The boring omega work.”
Before I could respond, the elevator chimed, and Cameron stepped onto the floor. He looked devastatingly handsome in his charcoal gray suit, his dark hair perfectly styled and his blue eyes scanning the office with that familiar intensity. When his gaze landed on me, something flickered across his expressio.
Anna immediately sprang into action, practically launching herself from my desk to intercept him before he could reach his office.
“Cameron, darling!” she cooed, pressing herself against his side with the subtlety of a freight train. “I was just organizing our work division with Callie. I thought I could handle all your personal scheduling and important meetings, while she takes care of the more… basic administrative tasks.”
I watched Cameron’s jaw tighten almost imperceptibly. “Miss Blackwood, I believe Claire explained the office hierarchy yesterday. Callie is my senior assistant. She handles my scheduling.”
Anna’s smile never wavered, but I caught the flash of irritation in her eyes. “Of course, of course! I just thought, given our special relationship, that you might prefer -“
“There are no special relationships in my office,” Cameron cut her off, his voice carrying that particular edge that made smart employees step back. “There is work, and there is competence. Nothing else matters.”
With that declaration, he strode into his office and closed the door with a decisive click.
Anna’s perfect mask slipped for just a moment, revealing something ugly and calculating beneath the surface. But the moment passed quickly, replaced by that same saccharine smile.
“Well,” she said, turning back to me with false brightness, “I suppose we’ll just have to work extra hard to prove our value, won’t we?”
The morning progressed with Anna performing what could only be described as an elaborate theater production. Whenever Cameron’s door was open, she became the picture of professional efficiency -answering phones with crisp politeness, organizing files with impressive speed, even bringing him coffee with the kind of deferential respect that would have impressed Claire herself.
The moment his door closed, however, Anna transformed into something entirely different.
“Callie, darling,” she purred, sliding a stack of her own filing onto my desk. “Would you mind taking care of these for me? I’m far too busy with the important work to handle such menial tasks.”
When I opened my mouth to protest, she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that carried just enough venom to make my skin crawl. “Remember your place, omega. Some of us are destined for greatness, and some of us are destined to serve. I think we both know which category you fall into.”
By lunch, my desk had become a dumping ground for every task Anna didn’t want to handle herself. She’d managed to saddle me with her correspondence, her filing, even her personal coffee runs, all while maintaining that same innocent smile whenever Cameron was within sight.
I was just finishing the last of Anna’s neglected reports when Cameron’s phone rang with the sharp, urgent tone reserved for pack emergencies.
“What?” His voice carried through the soundproof office, sharp with concern. “How bad? … When did this start? … I’ll be there within the hour.”
He hung up and immediately began gathering files from his desk, his movements efficient and focused. This was pack business -the kind of territorial crisis that required an Alpha’s immediate personal attention.
I was already reaching for my phone to call the corporate jet pilot when Anna shouldered past me, nearly knocking me off my chair.
“I’ll handle this,” she announced, grabbing the phone from my hand. “Travel arrangements are definitely senior assistant work.”
“Anna, I’ve been managing his travel for weeks. I know his preferences -“
She interrupted with a smug smile. “Trust me, darling, I can handle anything my man needs.”
“Actually,” Anna said brightly, “I should probably come with you! As your future Luna, I should be involved in pack business.”
Cameron’s expression went cold as arctic wind. “This is a territorial dispute involving potential violence and bloodshed,” he said, his voice carrying enough Alpha authority to make the windows rattle. “You will remain here. Both of you.”
Anna’s face fell, her perfect mask slipping to reveal something petulant and ugly. “But Cameron -“
“The decision is final.” He gathered his files and strode past both of us without another word.
The moment the elevator doors closed behind him, Anna’s entire demeanor shifted. The sweet, simpering mask fell away completely, replaced by something that made my wolf whimper in my mind.
Before I could react, Anna’s hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of my hair, jerking my head back with enough force to make my scalp burn. Her perfectly manicured nails bit into my skin as she leaned close, her breath hot against my ear.
“Listen carefully, you pathetic little omega,” she hissed, her voice dripping with the same venom I remembered from our school days. “I know exactly what you’re trying to do here. You think you can waltz in and steal what’s mine? You think batting your eyelashes and playing the innocent victim will make him forget about his true mate?”
She yanked harder, making tears spring to my eyes. “I am Cameron’s first love. I am the mother of his future children. I am going to be the Luna of this pack, and you… you’re nothing but a temporary inconvenience.
*Fight back!* Ayla snarled in my mind, her mental voice sharp with protective fury. *Don’t let her do this to us again!*
But the years of conditioning, the ingrained omega responses to aggression, kept me frozen in place. Anna seemed to sense my internal struggle and smiled with cruel satisfaction.
“That’s better. Now, while Cameron is away handling real pack business, you’re going to remember your place.” She released my hair with a sharp shove that nearly sent me tumbling off my chair. “Coffee. Black, two sugars. And I want it in the good china, not that cheap stuff they serve the regular employees.”
She sauntered away, her hips swaying with exaggerated confidence, before turning back with an afterthought.
“Oh, and Callie? Consider this practice for when I’m Luna. You’ll need to get very comfortable with serving your betters.”
I sat there for several minutes after she disappeared into the break room, my hands shaking with suppressed rage and my scalp still burning from her grip. The familiar taste of humiliation filled my mouth, transporting me back to those horrible years when Anna and Valerie had made my life a living hell.
*She can’t keep doing this to us,* Ayla whispered, her mental voice thick with pain. *We’re not that helpless girl anymore. We’re stronger now.*
I was just beginning to believe that maybe Ayla was right, maybe I should march into that break room and give Anna a piece of my mind, when my phone rang.
The display showed a number I hadn’t seen in over five years, but I recognized it immediately. My hands went cold as I stared at the screen, my heart hammering against my ribs.
Elizabeth Knight. My adoptive mother.
Callie’s POV
For five years, my adoptive parents had vanished from my life completely -no calls, no letters. It was as if I’d never existed in their world, which was exactly what they’d wanted when they threw me out.
The phone kept ringing. I let it go to voicemail, but immediately another call came in from a different number. Then another. My phone buzzed with a text message, then another, the notifications piling up faster than I could dismiss them.
*Answer the phone, you little bitch.*
*I know where you work.*
*Nightshadow Industries. Don’t make me come there.*
My blood turned to ice. She was using different phones, probably borrowed from neighbors or friends, making sure I couldn’t just block her number. And now she was threatening to show up at my workplace. I couldn’t let Elizabeth Knight storm into Nightshadow Industries and cause a scene.
The phone rang again. This time, I answered.
“Hello, Elizabeth.”
“Don’t you ‘hello Elizabeth’ me, you ungrateful little bitch!” Her voice exploded through the speaker with such venom that I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “Where the hell have you been for five years? Do you have any idea what you put us through? Disappearing like some common criminal, embarrassing our family name!”
The familiar torrent of abuse washed over me like acid rain. Same Elizabeth, same vicious tongue, same complete inability to take responsibility for her own cruelty.
“I’ve been building a life for myself and my son,” I said quietly, proud of how steady my voice sounded despite the way my hands were trembling. “What do you want, Elizabeth? We haven’t spoken in five years. I assumed that meant you were done pretending to care about my existence.”
But a harsh laugh that sounded like breaking glass. “Trust me, if I had a choice, I wouldn’t be calling you at all. But you need to come home. This weekend. There are… arrangements to be made.”
“Arrangements?” I repeated, my voice rising slightly. “Elizabeth, I’m not coming back to Whispering Valley. Ever. I have a life here, a job, responsibilities -“
“You have responsibilities to this family!” she shrieked, her voice reaching that familiar pitch that had preceded so many of my childhood punishments. “After everything we did for you, after taking in an unwanted omega orphan and raising you like our own daughter, you owe us!”
“I don’t owe you anything,” I said firmly, surprising myself with the steel in my voice. “You made it very clear five years ago that I wasn’t your daughter and never had been. You chose Valerie. You got exactly what you wanted -me gone, out of your life forever. So whatever this is about, find someone else to help you.”
I was about to hang up when Elizabeth’s voice changed, dropping to something low and dangerous that made my wolf pace uneasily.
“I know about your job at Nightshadow Industries,” Elizabeth continued, her tone taking on a calculated quality that made my skin crawl. “I know about your little apartment in the Riverside district. Most importantly, I know about your son.”
My breath caught in my throat. “What did you just say?”
“Adrian Knight. Four years old. Attends Silver Moon Harbor Elementary. Such a sweet little boy, from what I hear. It would be such a shame if something were to happen to him.”
The phone slipped from my suddenly nerveless fingers, clattering onto my desk with a sound that seemed to echo through the empty office. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except stare at the device as Elizabeth’s voice continued to pour out threats in that same calm, conversational tone.
I grabbed the phone back up, my hands shaking so badly I could barely keep hold of it.
“If you go anywhere near my son -” I started, but Elizabeth cut me off with a laugh that chilled me to the bone.
“You’ll what? Oh, darling, I think you’re forgetting exactly who you’re dealing with here.” Her voice was soft now, almost gentle, which somehow made it ten times more terrifying. “I’m the respected wife of a pack elder. You’re an unwed omega mother with a bastard child. Who do you think they’ll believe if something unfortunate were to happen?”
My chest felt like it was being crushed in a vise, making it difficult to draw breath.
“Come home this weekend. Friday evening.” Elizabeth’s voice was brisk now, businesslike, as if we were discussing dinner plans rather than threats against my child. “And Callie? If you even think about running, if you consider taking that little bastard and disappearing… well, let’s just say I have friends in many places. There’s nowhere you could hide that I wouldn’t find you.”
The line went dead, leaving me staring at my phone in complete silence. The office around me felt surreal, like I was looking at everything through thick glass. The familiar sounds of the building -air conditioning, distant conversations, the hum of electronics -all seemed muffled and far away.
I knew Elizabeth Knight better than that. She’d raised me, after all, taught me exactly how far she was willing to go to get what she wanted. The woman who’d been capable of throwing out a pregnant eighteen-year-old with nothing but the clothes on her back was definitely capable of far worse things.
I’d spent the entire week in a state of barely controlled anxiety, jumping every time my phone rang, checking on Adrian obsessively, barely sleeping.
The drive to Whispering Valley felt both endless and far too short. Every mile that passed on the familiar country roads brought back memories I’d spent five years trying to forget.
By the time I pulled into the gravel driveway of the Knight house, my hands were shaking and my wolf was pacing frantically in my mind. The house looked exactly the same -small, neat, perfectly maintained on the outside while hiding rot within its walls.
But something was different. Instead of the cold reception I’d expected, Elizabeth was waiting on the front porch, her arms open in what appeared to be a welcoming gesture. She was dressed in her Sunday best -a pale blue dress that brought out her eyes, her hair perfectly styled, her makeup applied with careful precision.
