Betrayed and Claimed by the Lycan King Chapter 192

Evanthe's POV

The words that had been haunting me echoed in my mind once again.

*"I will never choose you as my Luna, Evanthe. Not if every pack turned against me. You will never have a place in my heart or my home. Know that and accept it!"*

Alpha Ezra's voice was so clear in my memory that I flinched as if he were standing right next to me. My entire body felt numb, like I'd been slapped by a hundred hands simultaneously. His rejection burned through my veins, making it difficult to breathe.

I pressed my perfectly manicured nails into my palms, drawing small crescents of pain to distract myself from the emotional agony. Alpha Ezra had made it painfully clear that he loved Isolde—that insignificant nobody from Emerald Valley District.

"Unless he's forced to choose differently," I whispered to myself, my eyes narrowing. "I know what I want, and I always get what I want."

With renewed determination, I grabbed my designer handbag and left my office. I needed someone with influence and power—someone who had always supported my ambitions.

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When I entered My father's office, he stopped reviewing financial reports on his touchscreen, his eyes lighting up at the sight of me.

"Father," I said, my voice slightly trembling.

"Evanthe," he responded warmly, rising from his chair.

I maintained a smile, though internally I was calculating my next move. My father had always indulged me, supporting me in getting anything I wanted. I'd decided to involve him because, despite no longer being an executive at Silver Moon Group, he still wielded considerable power and influence in werewolf business circles.

"What brings my daughter to my office today?" my father asked, gesturing for me to sit.

I gracefully settled onto the leather sofa and sighed heavily. "Ezra is furious that I told you about the pregnancy. I just came from his office. He summoned me there and reprimanded me for it."

I let my eyes well with carefully calculated tears as I looked at my father.

"That fucking arrogant bastard!" my father cursed, slamming his laptop shut. His brows furrowed deeply, and his face darkened with anger. I noticed his eyes flash gold briefly—he was even more furious than I was.

"What right does he have to berate you for informing your own father?" he continued, pacing the room. "You're carrying his child, for Moon's sake!"

I nodded, playing the role of the wounded pregnant woman perfectly. "That's not all, Father. Ezra told me he'll never choose me." My voice cracked convincingly. "He said he would never make me his Luna."

"What?" My father's head snapped toward me.

"Father, he'll never choose me. We just talked, and he practically humiliated me. He said no matter what, he'll never choose me as his Luna. Seduction or enchantment won't work. We need to take more drastic measures."

My father's jaw clenched. "What kind of measures do you have in mind?"

I leaned forward, my PR mind spinning with possibilities. "We could make my pregnancy public. Most executives in Silver Moon already dislike Isolde and support me becoming Luna. We could fuel that sentiment, have them pressure Ezra to accept me for the company's image and pack stability."

I detailed my plan, explaining how I could utilize my resources in the PR department to orchestrate public opinion in mainstream media and social platforms. My fingers lightly stroked my designer purse as I finished, proud of my perfect plan that seemed foolproof.

My father listened intently before shaking his head. "That sounds like a dangerous plan that would tank the stock price. Ezra isn't Lycan King and CEO of Silver Moon without reason. His control over the business empire and pack is far greater than you imagine. If you make a wrong move, we could all lose our positions in the business world."

Disappointment washed over me as I sighed, leaning back elegantly against the leather sofa, my fingers drumming on the armrest.

"What are we supposed to do now?" I asked. "I can't just watch that low-class woman from Emerald Valley steal my position."

My father's eyes gleamed with calculation. "No Hawthorne ever gives up easily." He smiled knowingly. "I know exactly what to do."

"What's that?" I asked, my perfectly groomed eyebrow arching in curiosity.

"We need the Council of Elders on our side," he explained. "They're not just company board members, they're pack elders. If they pressure Alpha Ezra, he might yield for the 'company's best interests.'"

I frowned, trying to understand. "Ezra never listens to the elders. They've never influenced his decisions or personal choices before."

"This is different," my father countered. "He's impregnated the daughter of a former executive. It's about company image and heir succession—a sensitive topic. He's in a difficult position." He smiled cunningly. "We just need to apply a little pressure from investors and the market, and he'll yield for the company."

My father picked up his smartphone and sent an encrypted message. Within minutes, a man in a tailored suit entered the office, nodding slightly to my father.

"What do you need, sir?" the assistant asked.

"Contact all members of the Silver Moon Council of Elders. Tell them I have urgent matters regarding the company's future to discuss. Meeting time is twelve noon at the private club."

"I'll arrange it immediately, sir. What documents should I prepare?"

My father waved dismissively, and the assistant nodded before leaving the office.

Turning his sharp gaze to me, my father's eyes glittered with calculation. "Start crafting a perfect narrative that serves both company interests and gains sympathy. When the elders arrive, we need to convince them how vital you becoming Luna is for Silver Moon."

I nodded professionally, a glimmer of hope rising within me. My father had never failed me, and I was certain this time would be no different.