From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Nathan’s POV

I drummed my fingers against the polished mahogany of my desk, forcing a pleasant expression as Eric White finished his presentation. The folder between us contained detailed proposals about masks and preventative measures–something I had little interest in examining closely.

“So, I said, leaning back in my leather chair, “you believe this… flu epidemic warrants immediate action?” I emphasized the word ‘flu‘ with subtle mockery, not bothering to open the thick folder.

Eric nodded, his expression earnest. “This is the third time I’ve brought this to your attention, Alpha. The proposal includes customized designs that accommodate our enhanced senses while providing protection. Seven pack members have already reported symptoms, and Dr. Moore believes-

“Seven out of hundreds,” I interrupted, waving my hand dismissively. Shadow bristled at the reminder that this was his third attempt to push this agenda. Who was he to decide what deserved my attention? “Media hysteria has everyone overreacting. A few sniffles don’t constitute a crisis.”

Actually,” Eric persisted, sliding forward another paper, “the number increased to thirteen overnight. Two elderly members have been hospitalized.”

Shadow stirred with increasing irritation. There was something in Eric’s tone–a certainty, perhaps even a hint of challenge–that grated against my nerves. Since when did my Beta feel entitled to press an issue after I’d clearly shown disinterest? First the email last week, then the preliminary report yesterday. and now this formal presentation. It felt like a pattern of questioning my judgment.

“I appreciate the concern,” I said, standing to signal the meeting’s end, making sure not to even glance at the manufacturer’s name or location on the documents. The details didn’t matter. What mattered was maintaining my position of authority. “I’ll review the materials and make a decision that best

serves Star Shadow.”

The lie slipped easily from my lips. I had no intention of reviewing anything. This persistence from Eric was beginning to feel like insubordination, and I wouldn’t reward it with my attention.

These health scares happened every few years–bird flu, swine flu, and now this. Always the same pattern of overreaction followed by embarrassed silence when the predicted catastrophe failed to materialize.

I wouldn’t fall for this transparent attempt to undermine my leadership. If I implemented special measures every time someone coughed, I’d look weak. reactive An Alpha leads with confidence, not fear. Besides, diverting resources to masks would mean cutting back on the social events that demonstrated our pack’s prosperity. What kind of message would that send?

The door to my office had barely closed behind Eric when I slammed my fist down on the desk, vending papers flying. How dare he question my judgment?

My wolf snarled beneath my skin, bristling at the challenge to my authority.

“Rough meeting? Grace’s voice, smooth as honey, came from the doorway of my private lounge adjacent to the office

I turned to find her leaning against the doorframe, holding two crystal glasses filled with amber liquid that caught the alternoon sunlight. The scent of aqvil

bourbon–not the commercial kind, but the rare small batch reserve wed acquired last month watted toward me.

“Eric thinks he knows better than his Alpha, I growled, loosening my tie with an aggressive tug Keeps pushing these ridiculous mask proponate

Grace glided forward, the silk of her designer dress whispering against her skin. Forget about Eric she murmured, handing me one of the glasses The own saving this bourbon for a moment when you needed reminding of what truly matters.

I accepted the glass, noticing the heavy weight of real crystal in my palm–another luxury Grace insisted upon. No plastic or standard glassware for an Alpha of my standing,

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To power,” she toasted, clinking her glass against mine, and those who know how to wield it.”

The bourbon burned pleasantly down my throat, instantly melting some of the tension from my shoulders. This–this right here was what being Alpha was

about. The finest drinks, the privileges, the beautiful woman who understood my worth.

I dropped the proposal into my bottom drawer without a second glance, satisfaction warming my chest.

“I’ve been finalizing plans for tonight’s gathering, Grace said, settling onto the leather sofa and patting the spot beside her. “The Mitchells, the Fosters, and

the Pearsons will be joining us. I’ve arranged for imported flowers, rare vintage wines, and that chef from San Francisco you enjoyed last month.”

Each item on her list sent a small thrill through me. This was exactly the kind of display that cemented an Alpha’s position. Let the pack see that their

leader lived grandly, that he could provide abundance.

“That will tap into the emergency reserves, I noted, though I was already imagining the impressed faces of my inner circle. Those same reserves Eric would

have me waste on masks and medical supplies.

“A strong Alpha demonstrates abundance, Grace whispered, sliding closer until her thigh pressed against mine. “Let them see that Star Shadow thrives

under your leadership.”

As her fingers traced my jawline, I knew she was right. What good was power if not displayed? Grace understood this better than anyone. Her instincts for

what enhanced my image were flawless, unlike Eric with his constant concerns and proposals.

That evening, the grand hall of my residence sparkled with candles and exotic blooms. Crystal glasses clinked as Grace, resplendent in a backless gown that

cost more than most pack members earned in months, charmed our guests with practiced elegance.

During the string quartet’s performance, she leaned close to my ear. “Later tonight,” she whispered, “I have something special planned that involves silk ties:

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