Chapter 32: Eating Out Or...
Lethia flinched at the slight disappointment flickering across Renar’s face. ’Was I too hard on him? After last night? Wait—Whisney said he likes me. So, will he hate me now if I keep pushing him away? That... wouldn’t be good, right?’
"I mean, I shouldn’t be picky about my job—"
"Sure. Do whatever pleases you, then." Renar cut her off with a lazy drawl, his tone indifferent.
Callista, who could practically smell the love quarrel brewing between this undeniably intriguing unofficial couple, only smiled knowingly. She picked up her tablet, tapping through the Executive Aide registration site.
"Do you have any experience managing people?" Callista asked, her tone shifting into something more professional.
"I was a marketing manager at Ashcroft Ranch & Cheesefarm until two weeks ago."
Callista’s fingers stilled against the screen. Her gaze flicked to Lethia, assessing. The moment she heard Ashcroft, something clicked into place.
Almost everyone in the country knew Lethia because of that viral video. And from what Callista had observed, Lethia’s reputation sat in a very peculiar shade of gray.
The video had turned her into an empowering figure, especially for oppressed Omegas, earning her thousands of online supporters.
But it had also amassed an enormous wave of haters, particularly among the countryside packs that still clung to traditional werewolf values—packs that saw Lethia’s actions as a blatant insult to their pack dynamics.
And unfortunately for her, Varrel Quinnel held a dangerous amount of sway over those very packs, an alliance that was now bound by loyalty and submission to Lykon Haven.