Beneath the Alpha's Moon
Chapter 142: Warning

Chapter 142: Warning

TERESA’S P.O.V.

The situation had spiraled quicker than I anticipated. One moment, I was pushing the twins’ stroller towards the meeting’s large room, minding my business, and the next, this woman—Monica, apparently—was glaring at me like I’d personally offended her entire lineage.

Her perfectly coiffed hair and icy demeanor screamed "corporate tyrant," but I wasn’t in the mood to be intimidated. Not today. Not ever again.

"Security!" she barked, her voice sharp enough to make me wince.

The twins stirred in their stroller, one of them letting out a soft whimper. I felt a surge of protective anger.

I stood there, clutching the stroller handle as the security guards approached, their heavy boots echoing against the marble floor. Monica’s smug expression made my blood boil. She pointed at me with the flair of someone who thought they owned the world.

"This woman is trespassing and causing a scene. Escort her out!" she barked, her tone sharp and dismissive.

The audacity of this woman. My babies, nestled in their stroller, began to fuss again, their tiny whimpers only adding fuel to my simmering rage. I straightened my back, refusing to let them get to me.

"Touch me or my children, and I swear you’ll regret it," I said coldly, my voice steady despite the fire in my chest.

"I said kick her out!" Monica barked at the security men and they all quickly nodded and faced me.

I was about to let my anger loose when I remembered the ace up my sleeve: Mind-link.

"Lucian," I mind-linked, my tone steady but furious. "A woman is calling security on me and just tried to touch our babies."

There was a moment of silence, and then I felt his response, a wave of icy fury that made my breath hitch.

"I’m coming."

It was only a matter of seconds before the boardroom doors swung open, and Lucian emerged. He moved with an eerie precision, his face was a mask of icy fury, and his mere presence seemed to suck the air out of the hallway.

"Monica," he said, his voice cold enough to freeze fire, "stand down. Now."

Monica froze mid-smirk, her face draining of color. "Sir, I didn’t know—"

Lucian held up a hand, silencing her. His tone sharpened like a blade. "Didn’t know what? That Teresa is my girlfriend? That those children are mine? Or that you have no authority to touch them, let alone call security on her?"

The guards exchanged nervous glances, clearly reconsidering their life choices.

I stepped forward then, placing a calming hand on Lucian’s arm. "Lucian," I said softly, "I can handle this."

But he shook his head. "No, Teresa. This is my company and no one in it dares treats you with disrespect."

His protective tone sent a warmth coursing through me, though I wasn’t about to admit it. I crossed my arms and leaned against the stroller, watching the drama unfold with a fierce satisfaction.

Lucian turned his attention to the guards. "You can leave. This is no longer your concern."

They didn’t need to be told twice, disappearing down the hallway faster than I thought possible.

"Now, Monica," Lucian said, stepping closer to her, his shoes tapping rhythmically on the floor. "From now on, Teresa is handling all my important documents, as well as representing me in every capacity. You insulted her, endangered my children, and wasted my time by calling security. You’ve made a spectacle of your incompetence in front of everyone here."

Monica’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "Sir, I didn’t mean—"

"Save it," Lucian snapped. "Pack your things. You’re done here."

The hallway fell silent, the weight of his words pressing down on every employee present and watching.

Monica stammered, her voice trembling. "Please, I’ve worked here for years—"

Lucian’s head tilted slightly, a humorless smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "And yet, it only took you one moment to ruin it. Leave."

She scurried away, her heels clicking against the floor in her haste. A part of me wanted to cheer, but I kept my expression neutral, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of seeing me gloat.

As if on cue, the boardroom doors opened, and the directors stepped out, their curious eyes darting between me and Lucian.

"What’s going on here?" one of them asked, his voice tinged with confusion.

Lucian didn’t hesitate. "Let me make one thing clear: from today onward, Teresa will be representing me fully. Any disrespect to her is disrespect to me, and it will not be tolerated. Are we understood?"

The directors nodded quickly, their murmurs of agreement filling the space. No one dared to look at me directly, but I didn’t care. For the first time, I felt like I truly belonged in the cooperate world.

As the tension in the room eased, Lucian leaned down slightly, his voice soft but teasing. "You’re grinning, aren’t you?"

I couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing his hand. "Maybe a little."

"Good," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Are you satisfied my love? Or is there anything else you need?"

I pretended to consider it, tapping my chin. "Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe if you grovel a bit more—"

His lips twitched with amusement. "Careful, sweetheart, or I’ll start thinking you enjoy these public spectacles."

"I do," I replied, grinning. "Especially when they end with me winning."

The twins cooed softly in their stroller, breaking the moment. I crouched down to check on them, brushing a hand over their tiny faces.

"They’re okay," I said, looking up at Lucian. "A little shaken, maybe, but okay."

Lucian nodded, his features softening as he reached out, his hand resting lightly on the stroller’s handle. "I’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens again," he promised.

"I know," I said, standing and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you," I added softly, my hand finding his.

He squeezed it gently, his voice low and tender. "Always, Teresa."

As we walked away, leaving the chaos behind us, I couldn’t resist a parting shot. Turning back to the boardroom, I called out, "By the way, the babies are adorable, aren’t they?"

Lucian chuckled beside me, shaking his head. "Sassy Teresa is my favorite Teresa."

"Get used to it, Blackwood," I said, grinning. "She’s here to stay."

And as we stepped into the elevator back to his office, I felt a warmth in my chest that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Lucian might have been blind, but in that moment, I was certain he saw me more clearly than anyone ever had.