Page 33 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
“Ivy.”
“I underestimated you, cousin,” Ivy started without preamble, her usually caustic gaze guarded and unreadable. “All this time, you pretended to be a naive virgin, but you were busy seducing Alpha Damien under our noses.”
Perhaps it was because of what had just happened in the breakroom, but I felt tired and drained, unwilling to pick a fight, even with Ivy.
“You need to leave,” I said curtly, motioning towards my door. “I have work to do.”
Ivy unfolded from her repose, her dark eyes glittering with active aggression.
“Did you laugh at the thought that you’d steal my position as the Luna of the Shadow Thorn Pack?”
Goddess, it was like listening to a broken record. I stared at Ivy.
“If you don’t leave, I’m calling security.”
Once more, Ivy ignored me.
“Did you think Elias would get jealous and start competing with his uncle for you?” she taunted, a mocking smile curving up the corner of her lips. “Did you think that somebody would finally give a shit about poor little Raven?”
The words hit unerringly the way most of Ivy’s barbs usually did. I walked briskly to my desk and picked up the receiver of my office phone to make the call to security, only for Ivy to slam it back down so hard that the phone broke.
She leaned over the desk, malice glinting in the depths of her gaze.
“You are just a worthless piece of trash Alpha Damien is screwing. You will never become his Luna. Using his influence to get our duel postponed won’t save you.”
A callous smile settled on her lips. “Your fate is inevitable. You’ll die beneath my claws like the pathetic runt you are.”
I stared at Ivy impassively.
“If you are so sure of your capabilities and my fate, Ivy, then why are you here trying to intimidate me?”
Ivy’s expression darkened. I’d struck a nerve.
“You—” she seethed, but I wasn’t done yet.
“It’s because you are scared, cousin,” I tutted, using the same sardonic tone she loved to use on me. “It’s because, for the first time, nothing is going according to your plan, and I hold all the cards.”
A growl ripped out of Ivy’s throat, her eyes lighting up from within as her wolf took over.
“Is that what you think?”
It was my turn to smile.
“It’s what I know, Ivy.”
As though summoned by my words, Eric stepped into my office.
“Miss Nightbane,” he bowed. “You called?”
I turned to face the head of the security team Alpha Damien hadgiven me shortly after our first sparring session. He’d been so appalled by my fighting skills, or lack thereof, that he’d immediately drafted a team to shadow me.
“Thank you,” I nodded gratefully. “Please escort this woman out of here, and let our security know, henceforth, she isn’t to be allowed into Cityscape again.”
Ivy paled, her shock palpable.
“You…Alpha Damien gave you his elite personal security team?”
He did? I thought he’d just drafted whatever men he had on hand. I hid my surprise.
