Wolfless? No! Call Me Alpha Commander! novel Chapter 485

Chapter 485 A Chance to Start Over

9%

Finished

“Thora, why’d you help them? Those two should’ve been dead a long time ago!”

Shirley’s face was scrunched in protest, her voice carrying more than a hint of a pout. “We’ve had beef with them since forever. Back during the island trial, if you hadn’t gone easy on them, they’d already be six feet under.”

In Shirley’s eyes, Frost and Sierra were like bad pennies they turned up everywhere and only ever caused trouble.

She could live with Thora not killing them this time, but taking Sierra on as a personal servant? That made her blood boil just thinking about it.

After a long pause, Thora finally spoke, her voice light and unbothered. “I’m just giving her a chance.”

“A chance for what?” Shirley pressed immediately, her eyes full of confusion.

Thora kept her gaze forward, her tone as even as still water. “A chance to start over.” It was a simple enough gesture, and she’d get an extra pair of fists out of the deal.

Shirley still didn’t get it.

She’d gone head-to-head with Sierra a few times herself and every impression the woman had left was that of a cold-blooded killer.

Fair enough, Sierra wasn’t exactly hateable when you thought about it objectively. But there was no way Shirley was going to tolerate anyone taking a higher spot than her in Thora’s world.

“Oh, by the way, what happened to the car?” Thora’s cool voice drifted through the silent, snow-covered landscape.

“Ditched it,” Shirley answered casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

She’d had no idea how to brake, so she’d just rammed the car into a wall to stop it. She’d bailed out right before impact.

“So you know how to drive now?”

“No.” Shirley’s voice caught in her throat, shrinking to barely a mumble.

“Guess we’ll have to do it again next time.” A rare thread of teasing crept into Thora’s tone.

“Hey! That’s not fair, Thora!” Shirley immediately bristled, puffing up in indignation.

Thora laughed softly and ruffled her hair. Shirley was instantly pacified, nuzzling her head in palm like a puppy.

When they finally tracked Luke down, he was in a hotel and not just any hotel. It was a seven-sta chain with locations across the globe.

The moment Thora saw the sign, the corner of her mouth twitched. These people really had no concep budgeting, did they? Had anyone ever explained the meaning of “fiscal responsibility” to them?

1/3

12:07 Wed, Feb 11

Chapter 485 A Chance to Start Over

9%

Finished

Every time they returned to the military academy after mission, Valen and the other instructors would call her out by name-her squad’s mission expenses consistently ran several times higher than every other

team’s.

It wasn’t just the military academy brass who had a problem with it. Other squads grumbled too, constantly running to Valen behind her back to file complaints.

The second Shirley reached the hotel, she bolted off to and a room so she could change and shower.

Thora, meanwhile, kicked Luke’s door clean open. Before she could even register a greeting, the rich, savory smell of grilled meat hit her like a wall. Luke had already set up a portable grill on the room’s private balcony. The warmth of the charcoal and the aroma of sizzling meat drifted in through the open balcony doors.

At the sound of the door crashing in, Luke and a few other cadets on the balcony snapped their heads around and immediately rushed over with wide grins. “Boss, you’re back!”

“Thora.” Mona smiled and gave a little wave, a freshly grilled skewer still in her hand.

Luke shot a nervous, guilty glance at Thora’s expression and put on his best suck-up voice. “Hey boss, come have some barbecue! It’s freezing out. Nothing beats huddling around a grill on a night like this.”

Thora walked out to the balcony, her eyes sweeping over the sizzling, oil-dripping skewers and the mountain of ingredients piled to the side. “Whose idea was this?”

“His!”

Without exception, every single person pointed straight at Luke.

Luke stood there, speechless.

Now he understood what “fair-weather friends” really meant. These vultures were all for it when someone else was footing the bill, but the second accountability came knocking, they threw him under the bus without blinking.

To his surprise, Thora didn’t rip into him this time. She simply walked over to the balcony table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The collective sigh of relief was almost audible-as long as the boss wasn’t angry, everything was fine. Otherwise, this barbecue was going to be a very uncomfortable meal.

The charcoal in the grill was blazing hot, the skewers were crackling and dripping with juices, and the aroma was growing richer by the second.

Everyone grabbed skewers and started rotating them over the flames, faces glowing with exciter locked on the meat like hawks.

Thora glanced at the mountain of ingredients on the tale and the skewers lined up on the grill, the tapped the table once. Before anyone could make a gra for the food, she got a word in first. “After y want a full status report from each of you.”

“Got it!” Every voice came out in perfect unison, and even the hands flipping skewers paused for a beat.

“Dig in.”

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify