The Mark That Wasn’t Mine Chapter 07

The Mark That Wasn’t Mine Chapter 07

Three years later. 

In first class, I was reviewing the final report on my tablet; the soft lighting illuminated the concise 

summary: Alexander Reed. Pack disbanded. 

Assets liquidated. Personal bankruptcy filed. 

The clouds outside the window look like a stormy 

sea. 

Finally, I have taken my revenge. 

Over the years, I’ve been watching him from 

behind the scenes at a Luxembourg investment 

firm. 

After the scandal about our broken relationship 

came to light, he was desperate to prove himself. I 

prevented clients from investing in his project and 

provided intelligence to his rivals. 

I was prepared when he overinvested in a doomed 

real estate development project in downtown. 

Seattle. 

In just one week, he lost everything. 

I took a sip of black coffee. 

The Wolf Pack Alliance Financial Summit was held 

in the evening. 

The Rolls–Royce pulled up in front of the hotel. A 

bodyguard got out first, opened a large black umbrella, and then offered me his hand. 

I stepped out, the hem of my skirt brushing the dry 

red carpet. Flashbulbs went off one after another 

as reporters fired questions at this “mysterious 

financier from Europe.” 

“Miss Walker, I hear you used to be Luna of the 

Blackwood Pack, is that ture?” 

“What is your relationship with Alpha Alex?” 

Before I could answer, a cry of despair rang out. 

“Sarah!” 

On the other side of the velvet rope, Alex rushed over, wearing a wrinkled suit that was soaked through. 

“Sarah!” 

He leaped up suddenly and dived under the rope. 

But the next second, a security guard tackled him. 

to the ground. He scrambled back to his feet 

immediately and crawled through the water on all 

fours until he reached my feet. He looked up, and 

murky liquid trickled down his cheeks. 

“Sarah… I’m sorry. Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’ve 

been looking for you… for three whole years. I’ve 

looked everywhere. Please, forgive me. Please, 

come home.” 

Seeing that I didn’t respond, he fumbled inside his 

soaked coat and pulled out a damp, folded 

document. He held it out in front of me. 

“It’s all yours now. The rest of the Wolf Clan’s 

assets, the deeds… it’s all yours. Take it. I beg you. 

Please forgive me.” 

Oh, Alex,” I chuckled softly. 

“Sarah… Are you happy now? Have you forgiven 

me?” A glimmer of hope flashed in his 

“Of course not,” I said, tilting my head slightly. 

The Beta standing a step behind me got the 

message. He stepped forward and tossed a folder 

to Alex. 

Alex slowly picked up the book and awkwardly 

unfastened the clasp. His damp fingers slipped a 

few times, but after several attempts, he finally 

managed to pull out the first page. 

The moment he made out the words, his hands. 

began to shake violently: “It was you… you did it… 

“Who else could it be, Alex?” I said calmly. “Do you 

think it was just bad luck? It took me eighteen. 

months to dismantle your pack’s assets. You’ve 

got nothing left.” 

The document slipped from his hand and fell face 

down into a puddle. 

He knelt there, clutching the bankruptcy notice. 

tightly in his hands, his body curled up into a ball. 

That day, he was charged with trespassing and disrupting a private event, and was detained for 

fifteen days. 

A week later, Beta led a lawyer–dressed in a suit 

that looked a bit too shiny–into my new office. He 

placed a thin folder on my desk. 

“Miss Walker, my client, Alexander Reed, has 

instructed me to transfer all of his remaining 

personal assets to you. An apartment in Bell 

Town, a classic car, and a few… mementos. Not 

much. He said… he said he owed you this. He 

knows it’s only a drop in the bucket, but he hopes… 

that perhaps it might help… help…” The lawyer’s 

voice trailed off. 

“I accept,” I said, picking up the pen. “It was mine 

to begin with.” I signed my name quickly and 

decisively.