After hanging up, Clara drove straight to Rocco’s company.
Clara’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, her friend’s choked–up voice echoing in her ears. She felt sick for Caterina.
Rocco, that bastard, didn’t deserve her.
The elevator whisked her to the top floor. Clara marched directly to the CEO’s office.
The secretary tried to stop her, but withered under Clara’s intimidating Beta aura.
Clara pushed the door open without knocking. “Caterina sent me for the moonstone.”
Rocco was behind his desk, reviewing documents. He looked up at her, a flicker of annoyance on his face.
“Clara.” Rocco put down his pen, leaning back in his chair. “What game is Caterina playing now?”
His nonchalant attitude fueled Clara’s anger.
“What game?” She strode into the office, shutting the door with a heavy thud. “She just wants back what belongs to her.”
“The moonstone?” he sneered, crossing his legs. “That was a gift. She thinks she can just ask for it back?”
“It’s her grandmother’s heirloom,” Clara said, her voice turning severe. “Rocco, you two are over. You have no reason to keep
it.”
Rocco stood up and walked to the office bar, leisurely pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
He acted as if her words were nothing but air.
“Did Caterina send you to try and strong–arm me?” He took a sip, the amber liquid glinting. “Tell her these little tricks won’t
work.”
“If she wants me to take her back, she should come and see me herself.”
Clara stared at the self–important man, a wave of disgust washing over her.
What laughable arrogance.
“Rocco, Caterina isn’t in this city anymore.”
Clara’s words were a bombshell.
Rocco’s hand, holding the glass, froze. “What do you mean?”
“She’s back at the Silver Moon Pack,” Clara said, enunciating every word. “And next week, she’s having her Luna ceremony
with Alpha Damon.”
Crash.
The whiskey glass slipped from his hand, shattering on the plush carpet.
The color drained from Rocco’s face.
“What… what are you talking about?” His voice began to tremble, all his earlier composure gone. “Caterina can’t… She wouldn’t
“She would, and she has,” Clara said, watching his pathetic display with a cold sense of satisfaction. “Rocco, the game is over. Caterina has given up on you completely.”
“Impossible.” He lunged toward her, his Alpha presence crashing down like a physical weight. Papers scattered off his desk.”
We’re Mates! The Moon Goddess witnessed our bond! She can’t-”
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Clara stood her ground, staring directly into his blood–red eyes.
“The Mate Bond is broken, Rocco. And you’re the one who destroyed it.”
Rocco stumbled back, bumping into the bar behind him and sending
Watching him, Clara’s anger subsided slightly.
bottles rattling.
nding Give
