I scrolled through social media, mindlessly watching videos, until a live stream of the city showed something interesting in the background. It was Trent and Monica. He was holding a dress up against her, smiling, laughing. His hands brushed against hers, their body language far too intimate for a man who claimed he loved someone else.
It was time. I called my lawyer and instructed the documents to Trent’s office. Then, I called the agency to finalize the details of my plan.
Not long after, his secretary burst into his office. “Alpha, we have a problem. The Gamma informed us that Luna Lucy had performed a severance ritual. And…” she hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. “She knows what happened to her mother.”
I watched the live security footage from my hidden location. Seeing his face twist in shock, but before he could respond, another staff member rushed in, looking pale.
“Alpha! Luna Lucy…she’s dead.” The silence in the office was deafening.
The color drained from Trent’s face as he staggered back. His breath came in short, shallow gasps.
“What?”
“She… she took her own life,” the staff member stammered. “She couldn’t bear what you did to her mother.”
