So how the hell did Ethan Thorpe know?
"He's using a shell corporation," Edmund continued. "Three layers of subsidiaries to hide the transaction. But I tracked it back to Thornridge Enterprises. It's definitely him."
"How much has he acquired?"
"Thirty-eight percent so far. He needs fifty-one for majority control."
I stared at the documents, my wolf's hackles rising. "How does he know about the board clause?"
"That's the question, isn't it?" Edmund leaned back in his chair. "That information is confidential. Locked in your father's private files. Unless—"
"Unless someone told him." I finished, my voice hard. "There's a mole."
Edmund nodded grimly. "Has to be. Someone with access to Ravencrest's internal documents. Someone who knows our corporate structure intimately."
My mind went immediately to the obvious suspect, but I forced myself to think logically. "Who has access to those files?"
"You, me, your mother, and…” He paused. "Your executive assistant."
Isabella.
But Isabella was gone. Had been gone for months. And even if she'd wanted revenge, she wouldn't have known to look for that clause. Wouldn't have had any contact with Ethan Thorpe.
"It's not Isabella," I said flatly.
"I didn't say it was." Edmund pulled up another file. "But there is someone else who has access to your office, your files, your schedule."
My blood ran cold. "Selene."
"She's been living in the mansion for months. Has full access as your fiancée. The staff treats her like she's already Luna." Edmund met my eyes. "And there's something else."
He slid a printed call log across the desk. I scanned it, my stomach dropping with each line.
Selene's personal phone. Dozens of calls to a number registered to Ethan Thorpe. Some as recent as yesterday. Conversations lasting thirty minutes, an hour, two hours. Way too many calls for childhood acquaintances.
"How long has this been going on?" I asked, my voice dangerously quiet.
"At least three months. Maybe longer—these are just the records I could access legally."
Three months. That meant the calls had started right on or before my Alpha ceremony. Before the engagement was even announced.
This wasn't opportunistic. This was planned.
I thought back to that night. The look Selene had exchanged with Ethan. Recognition. Familiarity. Conspiracy.
The question was, what were they planning?
"We need more information," I said finally. "I want everything on Ethan Thorpe. His finances, his business dealings, his pack structure. Everything."
"Already on it. I've got investigators—"
"Discreetly," I interrupted. "If Selene suspects we're onto them, they'll accelerate whatever they're planning. We need to know the full scope before we move."
Edmund nodded. "What about the Crescent Tech acquisition?"
I smiled, but there was no humor in it. "Let it happen. If Ethan wants a seat on my board badly enough to reveal his hand, I want to know why." My mind was already calculating, strategizing. "Let him think he's winning. Let them both think their plan is working."
"You're going to play along."