Stacey had been with me for two years, long enough to understand the silent rules between Ashton and me. In a world where Alpha lines and pack alliances shaped everything, nothing stayed purely personal for long. Even marriage carried political weight, and bonds were never just about emotion.
She frowned slightly, hesitation in her voice as she spoke. "If you agree to the separation, you know Old Mr. Fuller won't accept it easily, right?"
She stepped closer, lowering her tone like she was warning me instead of advising me. "And the shares he transferred to you… they will all return to Mr. Fuller. Ms. Stovall, you'll lose your advantage completely. The position you hold will not be the same."
I understood every word she said. In this world, power wasn't just earned—it was held through connection, through bloodline influence, through who stood beside you in the hierarchy of the pack structure that governed even corporate life.
But I also knew something else.
