Married To The Billionaire Alpha King Chapter 30 - out of my office

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~Lira’s POV

The morning sun spilled through the long glass windows of my office, warming the polished marble floor and catching on the gold trim of my desk. Everything looked perfect, because things around were supposed to be perfect.

But inside ?

Chaos. Annoyance. And that stupid, bitter sting at the back of my throat every ti Elara’s na crossed my mind.

I sat up straighter as I shuffled through a stack of docunts. My nails, freshly painted in a deep wine color, tapped the wooden surface rhythmically. I tried to focus, but every passing second reminded that sowhere in this sa company, Elara, that nobody like her was breathing the sa air as Darlon.

The idea alone was enough to make my jaw tighten.

A knock sounded on my office door.

Before I could even answer, the door cracked open and Ronan walked in, smiling that goofy smile of his.

And instantly, my irritation grew.

He held a file in his hand, stepping inside as if he owned the place.

"Morning, Lira," he said, his voice too soft for my liking, like he was trying to sound charming.

I didn’t respond. I only raised an eyebrow.

He placed the file on my desk and leaned forward slightly. "I was asked to drop this off. Sothing about the upcoming summit."

I nodded once. "Fine. You can leave it."

But instead of leaving, Ronan took a step closer, too close, and tilted his head at .

"You look... tense," he said, lowering his voice like he wanted it to sound sensual. "Do you need a break? Maybe I can help you relax a little."

I blinked at him.

Was he serious?

Before I could react, he leaned forward even more, moving his face toward mine like he was about to kiss . His eyes were half-closed, and he looked completely sure of himself, as if I had been giving him signals that weren’t even there.

I jerked back instantly, lifting my hand between us to stop him.

"Ronan," I said sharply.

He froze in place, his face only inches from my palm. His breath hitched, and he slowly straightened, confusion and embarrassnt flickering across his face.

"I am not in the mood," I continued, keeping my voice cool and controlled. I didn’t raise my tone. I didn’t need to. The coldness in my voice was enough to hit him.

He swallowed hard. "Sorry," he muttered. "I just thought..."

"Yes," I cut in imdiately. "You always think wrong."

His face fell, and he looked down for a second, hurt and shocked. But I didn’t care. I leaned back in my chair, crossing my legs slowly, showing him very clearly that he was beneath my interest.

"Let ask you sothing," I said, watching him closely. "Do you know about Elara’s marriage?"

Ronan’s lips curved into a small smile, like he actually found the question amusing. He relaxed a little, like he was talking to a friend and not soone who just pushed him away.

"Yeah," he said. "I heard. I don’t... really want anything to do with her anymore. I’m focused on you."

A short, sharp laugh slipped out of . Not a warm laugh. Not a friendly one. It was cold, wicked, and full of disbelief.

"You’re a fool," I said plainly.

His smile vanished imdiately. His eyes widened, almost offended, but he didn’t dare talk back. He stood there stiffly, like he couldn’t understand how everything went so wrong so fast.

"I’m serious, Lira," he said, stepping closer again. "Aren’t we... sothing? You and ?"

I stared at him for a long, slow second, then tilted my head.

"Ronan," I said, voice dripping with disbelief, "are you actually that naive?"

He stiffened.

"Do you really think soone like , an Alpha’s daughter, would settle for you?"

His jaw tightened.

"I thought..." he began softly, "I thought you liked ."

I let my lips curl in a mocking half-smile.

"Oh, please. You were convenient. You want attention. But love? Relationship? Sothing serious?"

I scoffed and shook my head.

"You should have run after your woman when you had the chance. Soone else took her, now look at you."

His eyes widened slightly, and for a mont I saw hurt flash across his face. It was quick, almost hidden, but I still caught it. He opened his mouth like he wanted to speak again, maybe to beg, maybe to argue, maybe to convince himself that he still had a chance. I didn’t care. I was already tired of the nonsense.

But instead of talking, he leaned forward again, slowly, like he thought I would suddenly change my mind and welco him. His eyes were soft with hope, and his lips were already parting. He moved in like a desperate fool trying to steal a mont that did not belong to him.

This ti, my hand acted before I even thought.

SLAP!

The sound cracked through the office, sharp and loud, bouncing off the walls and ringing in my ears. It was strong, firm, and honestly... satisfying. Ronan froze on the spot. His whole body went stiff, and his hand slowly rose to his cheek as if he couldn’t believe I actually hit him.

His eyes were wide, shocked, confused, and a little humiliated. He stared at like he was seeing for the first ti.

"Get a hold of yourself," I said, my voice cold and steady. "I am not interested in you."

Ronan’s face turned red, from embarrassnt, from anger, from the sting of the slap. He clenched his jaw and breathed hard, like he was fighting his pride.

"Lira..." he started.

"No."

My voice cut through his like a blade.

"We are not a thing. We were never a thing," I said slowly, making sure he felt every word. "I am royalty. You are just a pack mber. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that should be happening between us."

He flinched at that, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. I didn’t care. I wasn’t here to comfort him. He needed to hear the truth, and I wasn’t going to sugarcoat it.

I lifted my chin, keeping my gaze firm.

"You crossed a line. A big one. And I don’t tolerate disrespect."

He stood there breathing like he had run a marathon. His eyes dropped to the floor, then back to , then away again, like he didn’t know what to do or say.

Then I lifted my hand and pointed straight at the door.

"Get the fuck out of my office."

He stared at for two long seconds, chest rising and falling, and for a mont I thought he might shout. But instead, he turned sharply and stord out, slamming the door behind him.

Silence filled the room again.

But inside , a slow smile ford.

Good.

I had bigger things to handle than a man like Ronan.

And the biggest thing?

Winning back the Alpha I had foolishly pushed away.

Darlon.

And I was going to get him back.

One way or another.