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Chapter 139
~Zara’s POV~
I bet he loved it when I fought his womanly battles or should I say handle his won chasers affairs for him.
And to be honest, I loved how I handled my role.
Jenna’s smile tightened, and she turned her attention back to him. "Snow, surely you can make an exception. It’s my first day, and I’d feel so much more comfortable staying here with you."
Snow’s gaze hardened, and his voice was curt. "Jenna, my office isn’t a daycare. HR will guide you through your orientation."
"But—"
"No buts," he interrupted firmly. "If you’re here to work, then do it properly. Taylor will show you to HR."
Jenna glanced at , her frustration evident, but I t her gaze with a serene smile.
"You’ll love HR," I said sweetly. "They’re very welcoming. Now, if you’ll excuse us, Snow and I have a busy day ahead."
Taylor appeared in the doorway, clearly sensing the tension, and gestured for Jenna to follow her.
With one last withering look at , Jenna stomped past, her heels clicking furiously against the poor floors that did her no evil.
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~Jenna’s POV~
I stord down the hallway, my mood souring with each step. How dare that woman—Zara—speak to like that?
"Snow’swife my foot." The word grated on like nails on a chalkboard. She didn’t deserve him. She didn’t even belong in his world.
As Taylor led toward HR, I barely registered her polite chatter, my mind consud by a single, burning thought.
Zara may be Snow’s wife now, but she won’t be forever.
I tightened my grip on my bag, my lips curving into a determined smile.
I’ll make sure of it.
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~Snow’s POV~
The sound of Jenna’s heels retreating down the hallway was a sweet relief. I leaned back against my desk, watching Zara straighten the pile of papers I’d carelessly strewn across earlier.
Her movents were calm, deliberate, and far too smug for soone who had just navigated the chaos that was Jenna Stark.
"You enjoyed that," I said, arching an eyebrow.
Zara glanced up at , her lips curving into a sly smile. "Who, ? I was just being helpful. Besides," she added, brushing invisible dust off her dress, "it’s your job to keep entertained. If it cos with handling your admirers, so be it."
I chuckled despite myself. Zara had a way of disarming even the most frustrating situations with her wit. But there was no denying Jenna’s arrival today had rattled , and I needed answers.
"Zara," I began, pushing off the desk, "I need you to check in with Taylor and oversee the progress on the marketing project. Make sure it’s on track for next week’s presentation."
Her brows furrowed slightly, but she nodded. "Of course. Anything else?"
"Just that," I replied, my tone neutral. "Let know if anything urgent cos up."
With a nod, Zara gathered her things and left the room, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Once she was gone, I exhaled sharply, pulling out my phone.
The mont the call connected, my father’s booming voice filled my ear. "Snow. I trust everything is going well?"
"Why is Jenna in my office?" I asked bluntly, skipping the pleasantries.
There was a pause, then a heavy sigh. "Because I told her to go there. She’s been back for weeks, and you’ve barely made an effort to see her. What else was she supposed to do?"
"She was supposed to stay at the hotel," I snapped. "That’s why you arranged for her to be there, wasn’t it? To stay in my way?"
"Don’t take that tone with , son," he growled. "Jenna’s family, and she’s here to work on the partnership. She has every right to be there."
"Don’t twist this, Father," I said coldly. "You know exactly what her family is after. They’ve been dangling this partnership in front of us for years, and it always cos with the sa stipulation—that I marry Jenna."
There was a long pause as the tension filled thwe silence. Finally, my father spoke. "You’re an Alpha, Snow. Your choices affect the pack, and aligning with the Stark family would strengthen us."
"I won’t jeopardize what I have with Zara for soone like Jenna," I retorted. "And don’t act like you don’t know their true motives. Jenna doesn’t care about . She cares about the title, about being Luna."
"That title is important," he shot back. "And if not Jenna, then who? Zara? Is she fit for that role?"
His words hit a nerve, and I clenched my jaw, my grip tightening on the phone. "Zara is more fit than Jenna will ever be," I said evenly. "She’s intelligent, resourceful, and she’s proven herself ti and again. She doesn’t need a title to validate her worth."
"Yet her father’s pack cannot compare and has she ever handled true Luna responsibilities," he countered harshly.
"Has Jenna? She’s been away for twenty years of her life!"
"But she is Alpha in line. She is worthy."
"Not to , dad. Besides, why are you interferring now when you clearly where the one who hurried to get married? Huh?"
"That..." My father’s voice halted. Just when I thought I had cornered him, he continued, "Have you considered what that ans for the pack? For you?"
"I have, and I’ll deal with the consequences, whatever they may be. But I won’t be pressured into a union I don’t want."
There was another pause, and I could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind. "Snow," he said finally, his voice quieter now. "You’re the Alpha. The choice is yours, but rember this—every decision you make ripples through the pack. Choose wisely."
"I always do."
"Ivory’s Luna must be strong, powerful and from an Alpha bloodline."
"Then I am in luck. Zara fits perfectly," I said, ending the call.
I tossed my phone onto the desk and ran a hand through my hair as I tried to steady my thoughts. The conversation had left a bitter taste in my mouth, but I felt no regret in standing my ground.
Jenna Stark would never be my Luna.
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