The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 Discharge

All three turned their attention toward the door.

Thora walked in, and her eyes went straight to Wendy, who sat in the center seat on the sofa.

Wendy carried herself with grace. Her refined features carried the polished elegance of someone deeply rooted in the arts.

She wore a well-tailored silk dress with low heels. Her makeup was soft, but her presence was impossible to hide.

Her flawless skin and perfect posture made it hard to believe she was old enough to be Ashton’s mother.

From her lifted chin and judging stare, Thora instantly knew. This woman was strong-willed and very hard to convince.

“Boss!”

Harvey and Ashton shouted together, standing at attention right away.

Thora walked straight to Wendy.

Wendy stood up instinctively. But the moment she fully rose, she felt like she was losing the upper hand, so she slowly sat again, letting her eyes sweep over Thora. In her mind, she admitted Thora had a sharp, commanding presence.

Her voice carried a pointed edge. “You’re Ashton’s commander?”

Thora gave her a polite nod. “Hello, Mrs. Smith.”

Thora then walked behind the desk and took her seat with calm, steady movements. Wendy felt a small, unexpected wave of awkwardness rise inside her.

“You’re his direct superior, correct?” Wendy asked, regaining her confidence.

Thora nodded. “I’m Thora Green, Ashton’s commanding officer.”

Wendy forced a polite smile. “You’re young and already so highly ranked. Your future must be very bright.”

Thora only held a soft, unreadable smile. She didn’t answer-she simply watched Wendy in silence.

Her quiet gaze was calm, but it pressed down like an invisible weight. Wendy found herself

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sitting straighter before she finally said what she came to say, “Then I’ll be direct. I’m here today to start Ashton’s discharge paperwork.”

The moment she said it, both Harvey and Ashton froze.

“Mom!” Ashton’s voice jumped. “I never said I wanted to leave!”

Thora turned to him. Her voice dropped. “Ashton. Is this what you want?”

Ashton stiffened. His heels locked together. “No!”

Thora then looked back at Wendy. Her tone was firm. “This is not his choice. The discharge request is invalid.”

Wendy’s face darkened. “He is my son. I have the right to protect his life and his future! He will leave today.”

Thora’s finger tapped the pen on her desk. She asked one simple question, “Why?”

But the force behind that word left no room for argument.

Wendy had spent decades in the world of classical arts. She had met high-ranking officials and celebrities. She never lost her composure in front of important people.

But Thora carried a natural authority-one that made Wendy feel a strange, instinctive respect.

“Commander Green, let me be honest with you,” Wendy said, steadying herself.

“Ashton is our only child. We never planned for him to walk a dangerous path. His father works in foreign affairs. I teach at an arts academy. If he doesn’t want a political career, we arranged something better. I already secured a place for him at the Royal Music Academy and a collaboration with a top music producer. With his talent, he belongs on a stage—not risking his life as a soldier.”

She took a breath and continued, voice trembling with worry. “He hid it from me when he enlisted. And he joined the most dangerous special forces unit. The last time he went missing was for two years! I lived in fear every day. If something happened to him, how would his father and I survive that?”

Her voice rose, emotional and pleading. “And life in the military is never peaceful! He can’t enjoy life, can’t focus on his gifts. Even if he earns medals, does that matter more than living safely and fulfilling his true potential? I will do everything I can to stop him until he understands he is gambling with his future!”

Ashton kept his head down, jaw tight, clearly unhappy.

Harvey frowned. Wendy’s worries were common among normal families. His own parents had

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opposed him too, but eventually accepted his choice.

But Wendy was strong-willed, successful, and deeply attached to her plans for Ashton’s life. Changing her mind would be difficult.

In the end, Harvey could only hope Thora would stand firm. He couldn’t bear losing Ashton as a teammate and friend.

Thora suddenly stopped spinning the pen. With a small flick, the pen settled in her palm.

Her voice was sharp and clear. “Ashton.”

“Yes, Ms. Green!” Ashton stepped forward at once.

“Did you

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