Mated To My Mate's Worst Enemy (ARIA) novel Chapter 338

Chapter 338

Chapter 338

ARIA

The sound it made was significant. Water hitting a person at some force, the splatter of it spreading outward across the ground, the gasp of someone who’d been very precisely dry one moment and was very comprehensively soaked the next.

Sera screamed.

Not a dignified sound. The opposite of a dignified sound

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the raw, shocked, outraged scream of someone who’d been ambushed by something they hadn’t seen coming and had no prepared response for. Her perfectly composed appearance was gone in an instant, replaced by the reality of a person absolutely saturated, water running down her face and through her hair and spreading dark patches through the precise fabric of her clothes.

And the smell.

Whatever was in that water was not clean water. It hit the air with the specific quality of something that had been sitting somewhere for a while, something that carried the unmistakable suggestion of fish that had stopped being fresh some time ago. The smell expanded outward in a radius that made several nearby pack members take involuntary steps back.

I stood completely still, taking absolutely none of this in any visual way, staring up at the source of the bucket.

Amber.

The same Amber who had cancelled a positive evaluation directly in front of my face. Who had pulled the pen across her own written words about how my organizational improvements were working well, who had made eye contact with me while doing it so I understood exactly what she thought of giving me credit for anything.

Amber, standing at the edge of the upper walkway that ran along the inside of this corridor section, holding an empty bucket with both hands, looking down at Sera Quinn’s soaked and fragrant figure with an expression of absolute perfect surprise.

“Oh dear,” Amber said. Her voice was sweet in a way that it had never, in any of our interactions, ever been directed at me. A sweetness that was technically indistinguishable from genuine concern if you didn’t look closely at the eyes, which did not share the sweetness at all. “Whatever were you doing down there?”

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Sera’s scream had resolved into a kind of sputtering, furious noise that wasn’t quite words yet. She was looking up at Amber with the expression of someone trying to decide which response to this was strategically optimal and finding that none of them were.

“How dare you-” she started.

“I’m so sorry,” Amber said, not sounding sorry in any register. “This is the maintenance corridor. We do regular cleaning of the upper walkways. There are signs.” She looked around with the concerned expression of someone trying to be helpful. “There should be signs. Margo, are there signs?”

“There are signs,” said Margo, my left with the timing of

exactly this. She had a piece of paper in her

someone who’d been nearby appearing from somewhere to

Positioned for

hand that she was consulting with the professional seriousness of a woman verifying documentation. “Maintenance schedule i

also

–

yes, here we are

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included in the

with an expression of genuine concern.

posted at

ever

ntrance to this corridor section. It’s materials.” She looked up at Sera

“Did Youe the

visitor orientation materials?

door policy documentation

We typically attach them to the open All coalition Alphas know to request them in

advance.”

The pack members who’d been gathering – attracted by Sera’s arrival and the subsequent commotion – had arranged themselves around the edges of this scene. Several of them were doing the thing where you control your face extremely carefully. The Shadowmere face. The one I’d identified at the celebration, the one that communicated internal suffering brought on

context.

by the effort of not reacting to something funny happening in a d

“I-” Sera started, and then stopped, because the ground of the argument had shifted entirely under her feet and she was recalculating with the visible effort of someone whose plan had encountered unexpected terrain.

“The orientation materials include a full map of the maintenance schedule,” Margo continued, with the helpful specificity of someone who’d done administrative work for a long time and found genuine satisfaction in being thorough. “Specific areas, specific times. If you’d sent us advance notice – which, again, coalition Alphas know to do, it’s standard practice for the open door policy we’d have made sure you received the full documentation.” She made a small note on her paper. “I’ll make sure to follow up with your pack’s administrative contacts about ensuring they have the correct procedural materials for any future visits.”

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“This was deliberate,” Sera said, and her voice had recovered enough of its composure to carry the accusation clearly. “You deliberately poured-

“Maintenance water,” Amber said helpfully, from above. “From the walkway cleaning.”

“It smells like-”

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“The cleaning solution does have a particular scent,” Margo agreed, not specifying what the particular scent was or what it might indicate about the cleaning solution’s contents. “We find it effective. Some visitors do find it strong. That’s another thing that’s in the orientation materials – we recommend arriving during non-maintenance hours if there are sensitivities to cleaning compounds.”

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I was standing still, managing my expression with every tool I had available, which now included extensive recent practice on tools I’d developed specifically for managing difficult moments in diplomatic contexts.

Someone in the gathered pack members made a sound that was immediately suppressed.

“This is a setup,” Sera said. Her voice was moving toward cold fury, the pleasantness entirely gone now, the composed surface fully dissolved by fish-scented water. She was looking at me directly. “You arranged this.”

“I’ve been standing

here the

time,” I said. My voice came out even. “You can ask anyone

present when I arrived and where I’ve been standing.”

Which was true. I had absolutely no idea this was coming. My shock was entirely genuine.

Whatever Amber had decided to do, she had done it without my knowledge or participation,

and the sincerity of my confusion was something I didn’t have to perform at all.

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