Chapter 12 : The Trap Chapter 12 : The Trap ( Elena's POV ) Evening shadows stretched across the Northern Territory Central Healing Institute as I finished organizing my patient files . The day's humiliation still burned in my chest like silver polson . Sophia appeared at my office door , carrying a stack of official documents . Her smile was sickeningly sweet " Elena , I need you to handle something important , " she said , placing the papers on my desk . " There's a dinner meeting tonight about the new pack medical facility construction project . " I frowned , scanning the documents . They looked legitimate , bearing official territorial seals . " You'll be negotiating with territorial officials ," Sophia continued . " It's crucial for securing funding " Why aren't you handling this yourself ? " I asked suspiciously . Sophia's expression turned apologetic . " Marcus specifically said all your work now falls under my supervision . This is part of your new responsibilities . " My hands clenched into fists . Marcus had used his Alpha influence to place me under her authority . The humiliation cut deeper than any physical wound . " Fine , " I said through gritted teeth . " Where's the meeting ? " " Silver Moon Hotel , fifth floor , private room 503 , Sophia replied , her eyes gleaming with something I couldn't identify . " Seven o'clock sharp . " The Silver Moon Hotel's fifth floor felt eerily quiet as I approached room 503. Something felt wrong , but I pushed down my instincts . I knocked and entered , expecting to see territorial officials in business suits . Instead , several unfamiliar men turned to stare at me with predatory gazes . A blue - shirted man with a crew cut and yellowed teeth blocked my path to the door . " Well , well . You're even prettier than promised . " Terror shot through my veins . 1 think there's been a mistake . I'm here for a business meeting . " The men laughed crudely . One of them waved a wad of cash . " We paid good money for your company tonight sweetheart ." The realization hit me like a thunderbolt . The documents were genuine , but the dinner was an elaborate trap . Sophia had orchestrated this entire nightmare . " Let me leave , " I demanded , backing toward the door . The blue - shirted man grabbed my arm. " Not so fast . We haven't had our fun yet . " They forced a glass of red wine to my lips . I struggled , but their grip was too strong . The alcohol burned down my throat as I choked and gasped . When one man reached for me with filthy hands , I grabbed an empty bottle and smashed it over the blue - shirted man's head . Glass shattered , and he howled in pain . Chapter 12 The Trap I bolted from the room , my heart pounding like a war drum . The hotel corridors blurred as I ran , the alcohol making me dizzy and weak . My legs felt like lead , and my vision swayed dangerously . I collapsed in the hallway , tears streaming down my face . " Help me ! Please , someone help ? " Hotel staff hurried past , their eyes averted . No one wanted to get involved in pack politics , The blue - shirted man appeared around the corner , blood trickling from his scalp . His eyes burned with rage . " You little b *** h , " he snarled , raising his hand to strike . Suddenly , Nathan Sterling appeared with two bodyguards . His usually carefree expression was deadly senous " Touch her and die , Nathan commanded , his voice carrying unexpected Alpha authority . The blue - shirted man hesitated , recognizing the Sterling family crest on Nathan's jacket . Nathan's bodyguards restrained the man while Nathan knelt beside me . " Elena , are you hurt ? " " Who hired you ? " Nathan demanded of the blue - shirted man . The man spat blood . " Someone with powerful backing . I can't afford to cross them . " Though he wouldn't name names , I already knew the answer . Sophia had orchestrated this entire ordeal , At the hospital's emergency room , Nathan gently cleaned the cuts on my hands while I sat in stunned silence . " Your phone , " he said , returning the device I'd left behind during my escape . " Professor Theodore asked me to look after you . He treats you like his beloved granddaughter ." I looked up , confused . " Why don't you seek his help ? The old professor would protect you fiercely . " " I don't want to trouble him , " I deflected , though something in Nathan's tone suggested Professor Ashworth held more influence than I realized . As we prepared to leave the hospital , I spotted a familiar black sedan parked at the main entrance . My blood ran cold . Marcus's car . Comments Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!