Married To The Billionaire Alpha King Chapter 44 - my safety

44

~Lira’s POV

I stord out of that room so fast I barely felt my feet touching the floor. My heart was thumping in my ears, my palms shaking from anger, humiliation, everything swirling together until it made feel a little sick.

The elevator doors opened just as I reached them, and I stepped inside, breathing hard. Two employees were already there, young girls, probably barely out of school, whispering to each other like they didn’t have better things to do. They stopped talking when I entered, but not really. You could feel it when people only paused to rearrange their words.

I hit the button for the ground floor, crossed my arms, and stood still.

Then their whispers started again, just lower, but clear enough.

"Did you see the way Alpha Darlon talked to her? He never talks to anyone like that."

"I swear sothing is going on. Why else would he defend her every single ti?"

"Elara? That girl? Please, she’s not even that pretty."

"That doesn’t matter. n don’t care about anything except... well, you know."

"She must be sleeping with him. There’s no other way. People like her don’t get positions like that."

My jaw tightened.

Another girl added, almost spitting the words out, "I can’t stand her. She just ca out of nowhere. And now she’s the Alpha’s personal secretary?"

"Shaless things always rise fast."

They laughed, an, sharp little laughs that made sothing inside twist.

I closed my eyes for a mont, anger pulsing through my bones. They hated Elara. And honestly... good. Hatred could be shaped, directed, and sharpened.

And Elara... I knew her type. Quiet. Low self‑esteem. Soft heart. Easy to shake, easy to corner.

So yes... I could work with this.

I reached into my bag, pulled out my phone, and pressed it to my ear even though the screen was blank. My hand shook just slightly, but I forced myself to look calm, casual, like this was just another day.

I spoke loudly, letting the words carry through the elevator.

"Hello? Yes, sweetheart, I’m out of the eting now. I’m sorry I didn’t check on you before leaving. Your secretary told that you went to the restroom, so I didn’t want to bother you."

The girls went silent imdiately, like soone had flipped a switch. Their wide eyes darted to each other, then back to . I could feel their curiosity pressing at , almost tangible.

"Yes... Yes, I miss you too," I added, letting a small smile tug at my lips. My voice softened a little, careful, like I was letting them hear a private side of without really giving anything away. "I know, I know. I’ll be ho soon, my love. You know you’re everything to ."

I could see them lean in, trying not to seem too obvious. I let the pause stretch just a second too long, letting the weight of my words settle.

I continued, as if my conversation were still going, "I’ll be late tonight. Yes, darling. I love you."

I finally hung up and tucked the phone back into my bag, making sure every movent looked effortless, natural. The elevator was so quiet I could hear the low hum of the lights overhead. Even my own breathing sounded loud in the silence.

"Are you not the Blueberries pack’s only highness?" one of them asked, her voice trembling a little, like she wasn’t sure if she had the right to speak.

I turned back slowly. I blinked at them, pretending to be caught off guard in that soft, careful way people get when soone ntions sothing personal they’ve never confird.

"Yes, I am. I’m trying to keep my life private," I said, my tone gentle but firm. "Please, you all should respect that." I waved my hand lightly, as if brushing away the tension, letting them feel my calm control.

"It’s not easy being Alpha Darlon’s wife," I added softly, letting the na drop just enough to carry weight. The words sounded strange even to , but that was part of it, I wanted them to believe, to be caught between awe and hesitation.

They all gasped. And then they bowed. Actually bowed.

"Your Majesty, you should have told us!"

"We are so sorry, Your Majesty!"

"That ans Elara is ssing with your man?"

"Yes, that slut..."

I raised my head slightly. "Slut?" I repeated softly.

"She must be," one said. "Who else sleeps her way to the top like this?"

"She probably threw herself at Alpha Darlon. So won don’t have sha."

"You need to do sothing, Your Majesty. She will keep embarrassing your marriage."

I placed a hand on my chest, pretending shock. "You girls don’t know the half of it."

They leaned in, hungry.

"Elara used to work for ," I lied, letting the bitterness sprinkle in my voice. "And she was chased out because she broke company rules. Sleeping around with male staff. Just couldn’t keep her legs closed."

They gasped so loud the elevator echoed.

"She caused problems everywhere she went," I continued, shaking my head slowly. "So imagine my shock when I saw her here today. Acting innocent. Acting respectful. As if I don’t know her true nature."

"That ans she is really a slut."

"She fooled Alpha Darlon."

"She wants to take your place!"

I sighed dramatically. "I’ll handle it. Thank you for your concern."

The elevator dinged.

They bowed again, almost falling over each other.

I stepped out with a small satisfied smile tugging at my lips.

Outside, I walked toward my car, heels clicking, trying to steady the electric mix of anger and purpose inside . I leaned against the car door, arms folded, watching the entrance.

Ten minutes later, Ronan walked out, head slightly down, pacing quickly toward .

He opened the passenger door but then turned to sharply.

"Lira," he said, "why are you telling people you’re Alpha Darlon’s wife?"

I scoffed. "Oh, please."

"You know you aren’t," he pressed, frowning. "What if soone tells him? He’ll kill for even standing next to you when you say nonsense like that."

"Relax," I muttered. "Elara took my position."

He blinked. "That doesn’t make you his wife."

I leaned in close. "It should."

He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "What do you want, Lira? Because whenever you talk like this, it ans trouble."

A soft smile spread across my face. "I have a job for you."

"No," he said instantly.

"You didn’t even hear it."

"Whatever it is, Alpha Darlon will kill , and you know it."

"Coward," I muttered.

He glared. "I’m being realistic."

I tilted my head, studying him. "Was it nice seeing Elara again?"

He froze. "...what?"

"Seeing her in a new light," I added, watching every twitch in his expression.

He swallowed. "She looks... different."

Ah. So sothing was still there. Good.

I stepped closer. "Ronan. You want to do your Master’s, right?"

His jaw tightened. "You know I do."

"I’ll pay for it."

He stared at , almost afraid to hope. "...what’s the catch?"

I smiled. "You seduce Elara."

He blinked hard. "Lira, what?"

"You heard . Make sure Alpha Darlon catches you two."

"Do you want dead?" He threw up his hands. "That man will bury alive."

I crossed my arms. "Then no Master’s for you. Ever."

"Lira..."

"No money. No help. Nothing." I shrugged lightly. "You know how important the program is. You begged for support last year. Don’t act like you’ve forgotten."

He stood there silent, torn between fear and ambition.

I waited.

Finally, he whispered, defeated, "If you can assure my safety..."

"I will," I said instantly.

Even though neither of us knew if that was true.

He exhaled shakily. "Fine."

A slow, victorious smile crawled onto my lips.

"Good," I said.