Wooing My Ex-wife Again Novel by Natalie Winter

Julian

“No, there is no need for that, Sir” She declined politely.

And I heard her sweet voice for the first time. Could anyone be more perfect than her?

She then turned to look at that idiot wagging his tail and asked, “The envelope?”

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Nordik nodded and pulled out a cream colored envelope from his pocket. and handed it to her. His fingers brushed hers and I saw him smile to himself in delight.

A prickle of unease washed over me.

Anastasia handed the envelope to the academy head and said. “Alpha John Gilbert, my father, wanted me to decide which academy received our pack’s donation this year. I researched and found out that there are a lot of capable and bright students here.”

The academy head nodded enthusiastically, his head bobbing up and down. “You are correct in your research, Miss Gilbert. Our academy and students. would benefit largely from donations from wealthy packs like yours.”

She smiled at that and looked around while the academy head opened the envelope and then looked up at her with a shocked face.

“1 million dollars?”

Even the students gathered around were stunned. I had heard of generous. donations, but this took the cake.

Nordik enthusiastically replied, “Anastasia offered a portion of her share of allowances and funds allocated to her, so…”

But Anastasia reached for his hand and gently squeezed it to make him stop. She seemed slightly embarrassed by his revelation.

He gave her a nervous smile and stopped talking, but I realized how easily she had touched him and how he called her Anastasia without adding any formalities.

Damn, they seemed close.

Another prickle of unease bubbled inside me.

But I also felt nice to hear her think of others and set aside some of her own funds to offer to somebody else.

Rich brats were always spoiled and always thought of others as trash, so it was nice to see her be so thoughtful.

Meanwhile I heard Blondie whisper to Mr. Glasses, “Bet all of that money is going in his own pocket. He won’t give us even a dime out of that.”

The academy head was beginning to sweat seeing that amount and wiped a handkerchief over his smooth bald head as his hand trembled a little. Meanwhile, Anastasia’s gaze fell on the noticeboard behind her, and she asked curiously.

“Were you going to announce the results of the exam?”

The academy head looked back and then at her and replied grudgingly. “Ah, yes. I totally forgot about it.”

Anastasia stepped closer to the noticeboard and asked, “May I?”

The academy head again nodded reluctantly as she unveiled the names of the students who had passed the exam.

Out of one fifty students admitted to the academy, one hundred had passed. She looked at the list and then cleared her throat.

“I have a small announcement to make. The donation will not go to the academy trust but instead I wish that it goes to every student who passed the exam.*

A shocked gasp resounded through the hall and the academy head’s face. fell

I saw her gaze fall on Mr. Glasses for a brief second and a hint of a smile crossed her face before she added, “So, I hope the donation is transferred to the student’s individual bank accounts.

I did a quick mental calculation. She had just made us all rich by a staggering $10k. I had never had money reach even Ik$ in my account. Her gaze brushed past me and I smiled at her, thanking her from the bottom of my heart for her sharp mind and generous heart.

“Please ensure that happens. I would like to hear that the transfers were done by tomorrow. Is that possible, Sir?”

She looked expectantly at the academy head, who looked like he had just been robbed of all his wealth.

“Y–yes, Miss Gilbert”

She smiled at him and turned around to leave, but everybody began rushing forward to thank her and a few students clapped loudly, celebrating the news and dancing happily.

I ran towards her and in the process accidentally knocked down the guy ahead of me who made her lose her balance.

Before I knew, a hard slap was printed on my cheek and Nordik was glaring at me.

“How dare you try to touch Miss Anastasia?”

He then turned to her and asked worriedly, “Are you okay?”

She nodded, but looked at me. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, though I was seething in rage. “Calm down, Sean,” she said, and he muttered, “Protecting you is my job, Anastasia. Let’s go.

He hurried her outside and asked the guards to form a circle around her as she made her way to the car.

“Yeah, I was going to shoot her with a gun. So brave of you to jump right in time and save her, neither spine nor dick.” I shouted, annoyed that he had slapped me.

A few chuckles rang through the crowd, and Nordik’s face grew red as he snarled at me and grabbed me by the collar.

“Stay in your limits, asshole. Do you think I did not notice the way you were leering at her? Know this, she is way out of your league.”

I only looked him in the eye and muttered, “I am going to marry her one day and you will watch.”

He scoffed as if my threat was as harmless as a toddler trying to fight at full–grown wolf, and rammed another punch in my face before muttering, “Bold of you to assume that she would even look at you.”

“Bold of you to assume she would not.” I shot back, temper rising inside me. “What is your name, asshole?” He growled, and I freed my collar out of his hold.

“Julian Blackthorne”

Sean laughed out loud, holding his stomach and howling as if I was a clown. “She is the daughter of the most powerful alpha and you…”

He looked at me from head to toe and continued, “You are a nobody…” Gritting my teeth, I replied, “I am going to be the most powerful alpha one day. Mark my words.” I was seething with rage, words tumbling out of my mouth before I could take them back.

“One day she is going to be mine”

Nordik gave me a look as if wondering from where I was getting the confidence to make such claims. I did not know that either, just that I wanted to shut his mouth for once.

“Listen, you delusional punk, that will never happen, and even if it did… He spoke in a threatening tone, taking a step closer to tower over me, and added roughly, “…I will ensure she never returns to you again.”

That cryptic message in that photograph was the bastard’s way of telling me that he still remembered our first meeting. That he would ensure Anastasia never returned to me.

I punched a nearby wall hard, my knuckles bleeding out.

“Fuck you, Nordik.”