Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Chapter 138

Aria’s POV

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything except stare at those long fingers pressed against the paper.

"Director Black." His voice was calm. Controlled. Nothing like the monster from last night. "Leave us."

It wasn’t a request.

Director Black rose immediately. "Of course, Alpha."

She gathered her things. Walked toward the door. Didn’t look back.

The click of the door closing echoed through the room like a death sentence.

We were alone.

I still hadn’t turned around. Couldn’t bring myself to face him. If I looked at him, I might scream. Or cry. Or do something equally pathetic.

"Aria."

His voice sent shivers down my spine.

I hated that. Hated how my body still responded to him. After everything. After last night.

"Look at me."

No.

I kept my eyes fixed on the desk. On his hand still covering my letter. On anything except him.

Silence stretched between us.

Then he moved.

He walked around me. Slow. Deliberate. Until he was standing in front of Director Black’s desk. Leaning against it casually. Arms crossed over his chest.

Like we were about to discuss the weather.

I forced myself to lift my gaze.

And froze.

He looked... normal.

Not the red-eyed monster from last night. Not the raging Alpha who’d lost all control. Just Kael. In an expensive suit. Hair perfectly styled. Expression completely neutral.

The only sign of what happened was the faint bruise on his cheek.

Where I’d slapped him.

Good.

"So." He tilted his head. Studied me like I was a particularly interesting specimen. "You’re resigning."

I said nothing.

"Because of last night?

Couldn’t find the words to explain how terrified I was. How trapped I felt. How every cell in my body was screaming at me to run before he destroyed me again.

"Please don’t force me anymore." My voice dropped to a whisper. "I don’t have any special feelings for you. Not anymore. Whatever we had... it’s gone. Dead. Buried."

I met his eyes directly.

"I have nothing left to give you."

The words hung in the air.

Heavy. Final.

I waited for the explosion. For the anger. For the possessive rage that had consumed him last night.

Instead, he laughed.

Actually laughed.

The sound was soft. Almost amused.

"Special feelings?" He uncrossed his arms. Placed both palms on the desk behind him. "Aria, I’m not here to talk about special feelings."

I blinked. "What?"

"You said I’m forcing you. That you don’t have feelings for me anymore." He shrugged. One shoulder. Casual. "That’s fine. I’m not asking about your feelings."

My brain struggled to process.

"Then... then why won’t you let me resign?"

"Because you’re good at your job."

I stared at him.

"What?"

"Your work." He gestured vaguely. "It’s excellent. The organizational systems you implemented. The efficiency improvements. The way you handle correspondence." He paused. "Director Black showed me the reports. You’ve accomplished more in a few weeks than most assistants do in years."

My mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

No words came out.

"I don’t want to lose a talented employee." His voice was matter-of-fact. Businesslike. "That’s all this is. I appreciate you as a worker. Is that so hard to believe?"

"But..."

He stepped closer.

I stepped back.

My shoulders hit the wall.

Trapped. Again.

"Unless you want to be my Luna?"

The word hit me like a slap.

"Your... your WHAT?"

"Luna." He said it casually. Like he was discussing lunch options. "The position is open. Has been for three years, actually. If you’re interested—"

"I’m NOT."

He studied me for a long moment.

Then stepped back.

The sudden absence of his presence left me dizzy.

"Fine." His voice was casual again. Businesslike. "Then we have no problem. You’ll continue as my assistant. We’ll maintain a professional relationship. And your personal life is your own."

I blinked.

That was it?

He was just... giving up?

"Your first assignment." He straightened his cuffs. "I need you to organize a mating ceremony."

The words didn’t register at first.

"A... what?"

"Mating ceremony." He walked back toward the desk. Picked up my resignation letter. Studied it briefly. Then tore it in half. "You attended one three years ago, if I remember correctly. Same format. Same scale. Invite all the eligible wolves in the territory. Single men and women."

He looked at me over his shoulder.

Those black-gold eyes locked onto mine. He dropped the torn letter into the trash. "An Alpha needs a Luna. And since you’ve made your position clear..."

He turned to face me fully.

That calm, collected expression.

That hint of something darker underneath.

"I’ll be selecting a suitable Luna candidate at this ceremony."