Chapter 23

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The silence that followed Drake’s exit was deafening. I sat frozen at the long table, the echo of his words still ringing in my ears. I am not marrying an Omega! She’s not worthy of being my Luna! The words had sliced through me like silver blades.

Marcus Stone’s face had gone pale, one hand clutching at his chest. His breathing became labored as his eyes fixed on the door his son

had just stormed through.

“Marcus?” Miranda’s voice was sharp with concern.

I pushed my chair back and moved to him, my training kicking in despite my emotional turmoil. Even now, I’m still playing the perfect assistant. Pathetic. “Mr. Stone, please take slow breaths. Should I call Dr. Ramirez?”

He waved me away, but his eyes remained pained. The scent of distress filled the room, making my inner wolf whine with anxiety.