Chapter 157: Reyes Has a Good Plan
"You mean to say I can’t break this damn contract at all?!" Emily’s emerald eyes filled hot and fast with tears, spilling over her flushed cheeks as raw panic gripped her tight in the chest.
She couldn’t believe this nightmare, not right now when her fresh omega reveal should have set her free to live on her terms, not chained her forever as Felix’s unwanted fiancée like some old property deal.
The lawyer adjusted his thin glasses with a grim little frown, papers rustling heavy and final on the safehouse coffee table cluttered with mugs and notes.
"Unfortunately, no clean legal way out, Miss Emily—the terms are airtight, ironclad from top to bottom."
Hellen’s rugged face darkened like thunder rolling low and slow, her honey-citrus scent spiking sharp with protective rage, big arms crossing tight over her broad chest as she loomed taller.
"There’s nothing we can do at all? No hidden loopholes, no technicalities we can exploit?"
"Forged generations back in her grandfathers’ era—using specific legal clauses and seals still fully valid under modern law today. "
"But there should be something?"
"It only breaks under ironclad conditions—proven breach of terms, death of a party, or mutual written consent from both families. None of those apply here clean," the lawyer explained flat and precise, his crisp suit barely creasing as he gestured at the stack of yellowed copies.
"He’s a total bastard through and through! Hates me, hurt me bad—that’s more than reason enough!" Emily yelled raw and desperate, her small fists balled white-knuckled on her lap, short bob hair swinging wild and messy with every shaky sob—hot tears dripping onto her faded jeans dark spots.
"Legally speaking? Personal character or past grudges don’t qualify as valid grounds—voids nothing in court," the lawyer sighed tired, already packing his briefcase with slow click-clack snaps, avoiding her pleading eyes.
Reyes scowled deep from her soldier core, cedar-steel scent flooding the room tense and unyielding, leaning forward with elbows dug into her knees, golden eyes narrowed dangerous.
"This is a modern world now—full equality laws, omega consent rights, personal freedom. Why does this ancient bullshit still hold any real value? Just declare it useless relic and burn it!"
"Governor-signed original copy from that era—creates binding precedent courts still uphold today if sealed proper. Felix’s family sent a verified digital scan just yesterday; it’s legit iron, no fakes," lawyer countered firm and unapologetic, standing smooth to gather his coat.
Emily sniffled hard and broken, tears streaming silent rivers now down her pale face, shoulders hunching small and defeated—her petite omega frame looking extra fragile under the crushing blow, hands twisting in her lap nervous.
"B-But... h-he’s so b-bad... hated me my whole life... misbehaved me at the mall stairs, laughed while the crowd jeered... called me trash..."
Hellen knelt down quick and close in front of her, big warm hands cupping Emily’s tear-streaked face gentle, thumbs wiping soft tracks away loving. "Emily, shh easy now, kitten—don’t cry just yet. We’ll dig deeper, hire more experts, find something to crack this open—promise you that."
"B-but... the contract... forever his fiancée... no escape..." Emily whimpered through hiccups tight, clinging to Hellen’s thick wrists desperate like a lifeline, body trembling faint.
"You don’t worry one single bit, sweet little thing—we will find the weak spot, smash it wide," Ivory vowed husky with a fierce wink, her chili scent edged sharp and sparking, squeezing Emily’s slim shoulder reassuring firm as she leaned in protective.
Ivory turned sharp to the lawyer then, tone all business. "Thanks for coming out on short notice—solid full rundown, appreciate it. We’ll contact you soon if more questions pop."
Lawyer nodded curt and professional, briefcase snapping shut with a final loud clack—he gathered his papers quick, door clicking soft behind him as he slipped out gone into the evening.
Heavy silence hung thick in the air right after his departure—alphas circling in tight protective formation around Emily’s armchair like a living wall, their scents blending into one massive claim-barrier—Hellen’s honey dominant and warm, Reyes’ cedar grounding solid, Ivory’s chili sparking electric alive.
"Today’s my special turn to suck your milk proper, pup—let’s get you all light and comfy upstairs away from this mess," Hellen murmured low and throaty warm against Emily’s ear, scooping her up bridal-style effortless into her massive strong arms.
Her honey-citrus scent flooding her nose safe and soothing deep as Emily’s arms looped tight around her neck clingy instinctive, small face nuzzling soft into her collarbone trusting.
Emily’s sniffles easing slow into a faint soft omega purr building—her breasts already heavy-aching with that familiar full pressure, faint damp patches blooming through her shirt, promising sweet intimate relief waiting just ahead in the quiet bedroom haven.
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Reyes and Ivory lingered downstairs in the dim kitchen, tension crackling thick as Reyes paced like a caged wolf, her cedar-steel scent spiking sharp and restless.
"Should I just kill Felix right now? Snap his neck clean—end this contract bullshit for good," she growled low, golden eyes flashing murder as fists clenched bone-white.
Ivory leaned against the counter casual but alert, chili-lime humming thoughtful, arms crossed loose. "No, you can’t— he’s a big fish, Reyes. That dad of his is the pharma kingpin, pockets deep in government strings too. One wrong move, and we all drown."
"You could arrest him quiet—pin some old dirt, make it stick," Reyes pressed hot, boots thudding floor heavy.
"Not that easy either—too connected, evidence scrubbed clean years back," Ivory countered smooth, grabbing two beers from the fridge hiss-crack, sliding one over.
Reyes snatched it rough, chugging half in one go glug-glug. "Then what the hell?! I can’t stand seeing Emily cry like that—heart gutted, all broken!"
Ivory paused mid-sip, eyes narrowing sly.
"You think I like it any better? Wanted to shoot that bastard square in the dick first, watch him squeal—then his head next. Tempted bad. But we got to think smart, not with blind rang."
Reyes slammed the bottle down thunk, leaning close conspiratorial. "Then let’s make it look like a clean accident—car ’failure,’ bad brakes on a cliff road. No traces back to us. Or something similar."
Ivory’s lips curled slow wicked grin, chili sparking eager as she clinked bottles sharp. "Now that’s talking sense. What’s your full plan, Reyes? Lay it out—make it tight."
"A good one—really good. We start tomorrow."
