Viktor's POV

Chapter 4

Viktor’s POV

I stormed back into my office, slamming the door so hard that the glass panels rattled. My chest heaved with barely contained rage, my hands trembling as I stared at the engagement ring Alina had so casually returned to me.

"She thinks she can walk away from me," I muttered under my breath, my anger bubbling over. Without another thought, I swept everything off my desk, the stack of documents, the expensive glass of whiskey, even the damn pen holder, all crashing to the floor in a violent mess.

Mira, who had been lounging on the couch with her usual air of arrogance, shot up at the noise. "Viktor!" she gasped, rushing toward me. "What the hell is going on? What happened?"

I gritted my teeth, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "Alina," I growled. "She’s done. She called off the wedding."

Mira’s eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of panic beneath her carefully composed expression. "What?" she hissed. "Why?"

I clenched my fists, glaring at the broken mess on the floor. "She said she’s found her mate." The words tasted bitter in my mouth. "Some bastard showed up and claimed her right in front of me." I turned to Mira, my eyes dark with fury. "And just like that, all our plans are ruined."

Mira's face twisted in anger. "No. This can't be happening." She began pacing the room, her heels clicking furiously against the marble floor. 

"Viktor, do you have any idea what this means? If she doesn’t marry you, we don’t get a single cent of her wealth. We were supposed to get rid of her after the wedding and take everything!"

I leaned against my desk, breathing heavily. "I’m not giving up," I said darkly, my mind racing. "Alina will marry me. One way or another."

“I'm sure those nosy family of hers put her up to this.” I said annoyingly, turning towards Mira. “I should dea with them for destroying my plans.

“What do you plan to do?” Mira questioned curiously, as if aware of my intention already.

I rubbed my fists meticulously. “Give them a taste of their own medicine or better still clear them out of the way. I should have done this a long time ago.”

“There’s still time, my love.” Mira encouraged me, caressing my shoulders gently.

“Her mate is the next target, once I'm through with her family.” I declared, my voice tinged with hatred.

“Do you know anything about him?”she asked.

“I don't.” I said, now realizing this was going to be difficult to do. 

Mira crossed her arms, studying me with narrowed eyes. "Then we need to find out who this so-called mate is. I ran into Alina in the hallway, and she was… different." She frowned, tapping her fingers against her arm. "There was something off about her, like she knew something she shouldn’t."

I slammed my fist against the desk. "She knows too much," I muttered. "And I need to find out how."

Without another word, I pressed the intercom. "Paula. Get in here. Now."

Moments later, the door creaked open, and my secretary, Paula, stepped in nervously. "Y-yes, sir?" she stammered, clearly unsettled by the mess I had made.

I fixed her with a cold glare. "I want information on the man who was in the elevator with Alina today. The one who claimed to be her mate."

Paula blinked in confusion. "I… I don’t know who you’re talking about, sir."

I slammed my hand against the desk, making her flinch. "For goodness sake, Paula. Then find out!" I snapped. "Check the CCTV cameras, pull any data you can get. I want a name, an address, everything."

Paula nodded hastily and rushed out of the office, leaving Mira and me in tense silence. Mira walked over to me, smoothing a hand down my chest. "I’ll pay Alina a little visit," she purred, a sly smile curling on her lips. "See if I can figure out what’s really going on with her. And maybe," she trailed a finger down my arm, "I can learn more about her new mate."

I smirked at her, cupping her chin. "Do that. Find out everything you can. I don't try to make her suspicious about anything.” I warned.

Mira leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips before pulling away. "I’ll handle it," she whispered before sauntering out of the office, leaving the scent of her expensive perfume lingering in the air.

I sat back in my chair, running a hand down my face. Alina wasn’t supposed to leave me. She was mine, her wealth, her status, everything. And I wasn’t going to let some nobody take her away from me.

Minutes later, Paula returned, holding a tablet in her hands. She glanced at the scattered items on the floor, like she was only taking notice of it.

 "Sir," she said, her voice shaky, "I found the man who was with Miss Alina."

I snatched the tablet from her, my eyes scanning the screen. The image of the man standing protectively beside Alina in the elevator sent a fresh wave of fury through me. Paula tapped the screen, pulling up his details.

"His name is Damien Flecker," she said cautiously. "Alpha of the Blue Moon pack."

My grip tightened on the tablet, and I could feel my blood boiling. “The Blue Moon pack.” The words left my mouth in shock.

I knew them well. Our packs had been at odds for generations, their existence a thorn in my great parent's side and mine too. And now, their Alpha had the audacity to claim what was mine?

I slammed the tablet onto the desk, standing up so abruptly that Paula took a step back.

"Leave me," I barked.

She nodded quickly and hurried out, leaving me alone in my fury.

I stared out the window, my hands clenched into fists.

"So, Alina," I muttered to myself, a wicked grin creeping across my face. "You think you’ve escaped me? Think again."This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.