A Broken Kitten Figurine, A Broken Unborn Pup Chapter 14

Peter’s anger over losing his moonstone bonus had mutated into a quiet, simmering malice. Over the past month, he had gone out of his way to sabotage every archival project assigned to my desk. I had simply ignored the petty slights, focusing entirely on my exit strategy.

But during lunch hour on the final day, he crossed a line.

The moment I stepped out of the women’s restroom, his heavy frame blocked the exit, trapping me against the marble sinks.

“You’re looking exceptionally radiant lately, Tessa,” he sneered, his breath reeking of cheap liquor. Beneath the alcohol, my nose caught a sharp, volatile scent — the unmistakable pheromones of a Rogue. “Losing that pup seems to have made you even more beautiful.”

Panic flared in my chest, but I kept my voice perfectly flat. “Peter, I have a mountain of patrol logs waiting on my desk. Move out of my way.”

“What’s the rush?” he laughed, stepping closer until his chest nearly brushed mine.

“Peter,” I warned, my hand quietly slipping into my pocket. “There are dozens of guards less than twenty yards from this door. Don’t humiliate yourself a second time.”

He dismissed the threat with a loud, arrogance-filled snort. “I just secured the exclusive rights to the Northern Trade Route for this pack. Alpha Blake has to treat me like royalty right now. You think anyone is going to touch me for playing with a low-ranking clerk?”

Before I could move, his thick fingers wrapped violently around my wrist, his thumb rubbing against my skin with disgusting force.

A wave of intense nausea rolled through me.

Ever since the breakroom incident, I had taken to carrying a canister of high-grade silver-infused defense spray in my pocket. Without a second of hesitation, I brought it up and sprayed it directly into his open eyes.

He let out a horrific, guttural shriek, his grip instantly shattering as he clutched his face.

I bolted for the exit, but within three paces, I slammed directly into a broad, solid chest.

The heavy, intoxicating scent of amberwood washed over my senses.

It was Blake.

His hands locked around my shoulders, his eyes scanning my body with a terrifying, clinical speed before his pupils shrunk into vertical slits. “Did he touch you?”

Before the words could fully leave my mouth, his gaze shifted to Peter, who was blindly stumbling out of the restroom door.

I had never seen Blake look like this. It was pure, unadulterated savagery.

An oppressive, suffocating Alpha pressure exploded from his frame, hitting the corridor like a physical shockwave. The clerks and security guards who had rushed over to see the commotion were instantly brought to their knees, their bodies trembling under the sheer weight of his aura.

Peter turned to flee, but Blake closed the distance in a fraction of a second. He caught Peter by the back of his neck and violently slammed his face into the large decorative mirror lining the hallway.

The glass shattered into a thousand jagged pieces.

Wendy rushed down the stairs, freezing in her tracks as she caught sight of Blake’s face. She shot me a venomous glare, hissing, “Look at the disaster you’ve caused!”

Blake didn’t look at her. He dragged Peter’s bloody head back, slamming it down into the jagged shards a second time. Sharp glass sliced through the supervisor’s skin, coating the broken mirror in thick crimson.

Blake’s voice was terrifyingly calm, a smooth melody that sent ice through my veins. “I believe I explicitly warned you to stay away from her.”

Peter was completely broken, his breathing shallow and erratic as he choked out, “It… it was you. The parking lot… it was you.”

Blake didn’t answer with words. He raised his fists, striking the man’s face until the flesh was completely unrecognizable. The surrounding guards watched in absolute terror; not a single wolf dared step forward to intervene.

“Blake, stop,” I called out, my voice cutting through the sounds of fracturing bone.

He didn’t pull back.

I stepped through the crushing pressure, wrapping my fingers around his forearm. Sensing my touch, his movements halted instantly, as if terrified his momentum might accidentally clip me.

He spun around, violently wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my back flush against his chest. “I will exile him,” he gasped, his chest heaving against my shoulder blades.

“Wendy and I have absolutely nothing between us. I have already issued a formal clarification to the entire pack.”

There were a few shallow cuts tracing his jawline—shards from the mirror that had flown back during the assault. Yet, his dark, chaotic eyes were locked entirely on my face.

“Tell me what else you want,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Name it. I’ll fix everything. Just stop trying to dissolve this bond.”

The crowd in the hallway erupted into frantic murmurs.

Wendy bit her lip so hard blood surfaced, turning on her heel and fleeing down the corridor, her expression a mix of terror and deep, ugly humiliation.

I struggled against his embrace, my voice tight. “This is not the time or place for this conversation, Blake.”

He tightened his grip, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “But this is the only thing I care about.”

He pressed so hard against my ribs it forced a gasp from my lips. Hearing the sound, he released me instantly, his eyes widening in shock before his knees buckled, and his heavy frame collapsed onto the marble tile.

Jack rushed forward, lifting the unconscious Alpha to cart him toward the emergency ward.

I turned toward the Pack Security Office to file the mandatory incident report.

While I was filling out the forms, two female Omega clerks stepped forward, submitting their own formal logs detailing years of systemic harassment by Peter.

More importantly, the cyber-security team managed to pull a deleted ledger from Peter’s personal comm-device. It detailed a massive, anonymous bank transfer with a single attached memo: Ensure Tessa is thoroughly ruined.