Chapter 8
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BAM!
Dylan slammed the file down on the table, a vein throbbing in his temple.
"This is what you have to show for a week's work? Three failed projects, two canceled client orders, and a seven-point drop in our stock price?!"
The boardroom was dead silent.
One of his subordinates kept his head down, mumbling, "Alpha, since Sylvia left, the lab has been having... issues. You know her soothing ability had a stabilizing effect on the sensitive equipment and chemical reactions..."
"Enough!" Dylan cut him off, yanking at his tie. "She's just a Beta. Is this company really going to fall apart without her?"
Furious, Dylan dismissed everyone and stood alone before the floor-to-ceiling window.
His reflection stared back at him—handsome as ever, but with a wild, exhausted look in his eyes he couldn't hide.
He could feel his wolf roaring, his blood boiling.
The rage was clawing at him again.
Before, whenever this happened, he'd just call Sylvia. She would drop everything and rush over, her presence instantly calming the storm inside him.
Dylan pulled out his phone, his fingers dialing her number out of pure instinct.
No answer.
It had been a week. He had completely lost track of her.
With Sylvia, his rages would last a few hours at most before she soothed them away.
Now, a full week had passed, and he only felt more agitated, more on edge.
He’d been calling her countless times a day.
He could no longer tell if he was desperate for her power, or just plain desperate for her.
"Fuck!" Dylan hurled his phone onto the sofa.
Lilith heard the noise and opened the door, but he snarled at her, "Get out!"
She flinched back, her face pale, and ran off sobbing.
Dylan clutched his head in agony. I need Sylvia, he thought.
Just then, his phone buzzed. A message from his secretary.
「Alpha, I’ve found a new contact number for Sylvia.」
Dylan snatched the phone and dialed immediately.
"Sylvia!" he said, the name rushing out of him. "You finally answered..."
He tried to keep his voice calm, to hide his desperation. "If you're done with this tantrum, come back. I'll give you your old position back, we can go back to how things were. If you were trying to make me miss you, well, it worked."
"I admit it. The company needs you. And I... I need you."
Silence.
Then, a deep, magnetic male voice answered, dripping with ice.
"Are you giving orders to my Luna?"
Dylan froze.
The voice was cold, laced with mockery and contempt. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
The line went dead.
Dylan stood there, phone in hand, his mind completely blank.
That voice... how could it be...
Another message came through from his secretary.
「Alpha, I traced the number's registration. The location is... the estate of Alpha King Samuel Blackwood.」
Dylan collapsed onto the sofa, his face ashen.
He muttered to himself, "Impossible... How could Sylvia be with him...?"
And in the crushing silence that followed, a single, devastating thought hit him: He had lost her. For good.
