To celebrate my daughter entering Parsons School of Design, I had ordered her dream car—a custom Ferrari in ice-white with rose-gold accents. But when I arrived at the dealership to pick it up, they told me my wife had already taken it. I pulled out my phone and there it was: My wife’s assistant Gavin’s Instagram story. The photo showed my custom Ferrari, gleaming in front of his townhouse. Caption: “So grateful to my daughter’s godmother for this incredible graduation gift. Bella is over the moon!” Victoria had commented underneath: “Seeing you two so happy is all that matters to me.” I laughed—a bitter, cold laugh. What a masterclass in taking credit for someone else’s gift. I took a screenshot and posted it to my own Instagram: “New policy in my wife’s company: Any employee whose child gets into college, comment and Mrs. Swan will gift them a Ferrari.” The second I hit “post,” Victoria’s call came through. I thought—hoped, even—that she’d apologize. Return the car. Let this blow over. Instead, she was angry. “Ethan, are you trying to embarrass me?” “It’s just a car. Buy Lily another one and move on.” “I don’t have time for this. I’m in the middle of a board meeting. Delete the post. Now.” She hung up before I could say a word. I stared at the phone in disbelief. She had no intention of returning the car. What kind of mother gives her own daughter’s gift to someone else’s child? I was still standing there, chest tight with frustration, when I heard light footsteps on the stairs. “Dad! We should get going—I need to pick up my dress for the gala!” Lily’s eyes were bright with excitement. She’d spent weeks designing that gown herself, pouring her heart into every sketch, every stitch. It meant everything to her. I looked at her eager face and swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. “Let’s go see what my little designer created,” I said, forcing a smile. I couldn’t let Victoria’s cruelty ruin this moment for her. The car could wait. I’d figure something out. On the drive over, Lily chattered nonstop about how she’d pose in the Ferrari once it arrived, wearing the dress she designed. I wanted to tell her. I tried, multiple times. But every time I opened my mouth, I saw that hopeful look in her eyes and the words died in my throat. We parked in front of the atelier. And there it was. The custom Ferrari—Lily’s Ferrari—parked in the most prominent spot outside the boutique. “Wow, Dad, look at that!” Lily pointed, her face lighting up. “It’s so cool. I can’t wait until mine gets here.” My throat tightened. I couldn’t speak. That is yours, I wanted to say. Your mother gave it away. “Yeah… pretty cool,” I managed. “Come on. Let’s get your dress.” But the moment we stepped inside, we both froze. Victoria was there. So was Gavin—her assistant—and his daughter Bella. The three of them were clustered around one of the shop attendants, and the atmosphere was tense. Bella was pointing at something behind the glass display case. At Lily’s dress. “I want that one,” Bella whined, tugging on Victoria’s arm. “It’s a hundred times prettier than anything else here. Aunt Swan, I need it.” Victoria smiled indulgently, turning to the attendant with a look of casual entitlement. “You see how much she loves it. Let’s work something out. Money isn’t an issue.” She said it so casually, as if she were buying a handbag off the rack—not trying to buy someone else’s custom-designed couture gown. Gavin chimed in immediately, his voice dripping with false politeness. “Exactly. Ms. Swan has been more than generous. I’m sure we can come to an arrangement. My daughter adores this piece. We’re happy to compensate the original client—double, even. For the Swan Group, money is hardly a concern.” The attendant—Claire—looked like she wanted to disappear. She was sweating, clearly caught between a major client and a breach of contract. “Mrs. Swan, I’m so sorry, but this gown… it’s not part of our ready-to-wear collection. It was designed entirely by a client and commissioned exclusively for her. It’s one-of-a-kind. The contract explicitly states that ownership is non-transferable. We legally cannot—” “Non-transferable?” Bella cut her off with a huff. “It’s just a dress. Who cares who designed it? I want it, and Aunt Swan said I could have whatever I want.” She reached for the display case. “Don’t touch that.” My voice cut through the room like a blade.

Everyone froze. Bella’s hand hovered in mid-air. Slowly, I turned my gaze to Victoria. “Victoria. That dress was designed by our daughter. She spent a month working on it. Every detail. Every line. And you want to take it away from her… for his kid?” Victoria’s face flushed. For a moment, she looked almost embarrassed. Then her expression hardened. “Ethan, stop making a scene,” she hissed. “It’s a dress. Bella loves it. Lily can design another one—or pick something else from the boutique. She’s talented. It won’t take her long. Why are you being so difficult?” Lily’s eyes filled with tears. She stared at her mother in disbelief. “Being… understanding?” I repeated slowly, my voice dangerously quiet. “You think being understanding means giving away everything that’s hers?” Victoria opened her mouth, but no words came out. For once, she seemed to realize how insane she sounded. Gavin stepped forward with an oily smile. “Mr. Hawthorne, please. Let’s not escalate this. It’s my fault—I didn’t raise Bella properly. She’s just a kid. She doesn’t understand.” He turned to Bella with a theatrical sigh. “Bella, apologize to Uncle Ethan and Lily right now. You can’t just take something that someone else designed. That’s their hard work. Do we really deserve to wear something so special?” It was a performance. Every word was carefully chosen to paint us as the unreasonable ones. As bullies. Bella caught on immediately. Her face crumpled. Tears welled up in her eyes on cue. “I’m sorry, Lily,” she whimpered. “I didn’t know you designed it. I just thought it was so pretty… Aunt Swan always says I can tell her what I like. I didn’t mean to…” She sniffled dramatically. “I know I’m just… nobody. My family isn’t like yours. I should know my place. I’m so sorry. I’ll never ask for anything pretty again…” She dissolved into sobs. I had to hand it to them—they were good. Father and daughter, working in perfect tandem. One playing the villain, the other the victim. Victoria’s face darkened. She glanced at Bella, who was now crying into her hands. She looked around the boutique, eyes landing on the most expensive gown in the gallery—a showpiece, price tag in the six figures. “Wrap that one,” she said coldly, pointing. “For Miss Bella.” Claire blinked. “Mrs. Swan, that’s our signature piece. It’s—” “I know what it is,” Victoria interrupted. “How much to have it altered to Bella’s measurements within three days?” Claire hesitated. “The alterations alone would be—” “I’ll pay an extra hundred thousand for the rush order,” Victoria said flatly, pulling out her black card. “Just get it done.” “A hundred thousand?!” Even Claire couldn’t hide her shock. Gavin’s face lit up like Christmas morning. He practically bowed. “Mrs. Swan, you’re too kind. This is far too generous—” “It’s nothing,” Victoria said coolly, signing the receipt. She turned to Bella, her expression softening. “You like it, sweetheart?” Bella’s tears vanished instantly. She threw her arms around Victoria. “Thank you, Aunt Swan! You’re the best! I knew you loved me the most!” Victoria smiled and patted her hand. “Of course I do. If you love it, that’s all that matters.” She swiped her card, grabbed her receipt, and walked toward the exit. She didn’t look at Lily. Not even once. Outside, I watched through the glass as they climbed into the Ferrari—Lily’s Ferrari. Gavin opened the passenger door for Victoria. Bella bounced into the back seat, grinning like she’d won the lottery. The engine roared to life, and they drove away. Lily stood beside me, holding the garment bag with her dress inside. She stared at the taillights disappearing down the street. Her voice was small. Fragile. “Dad… I don’t think I like that car anymore.” I looked down at her and smiled. “Then we’ll get you a better one. Something cooler. I promise you’ll have it before the gala.” She nodded quietly, but her eyes were still wet. I pulled every string I had. Called in favors. Paid triple for an emergency shipment. By the night of Lily’s gala, I had a brand-new Lamborghini Urus in frost pink delivered to the house—keys in hand, title in Lily’s name. Her face lit up when she saw it. For a moment, the hurt was gone. “Dad… this is insane.” “You deserve it, Lily. And a whole lot more.”

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The day they dragged me back to SilverCrest Pack House, I learned I was supposed to be royalty. Born with Alpha blood. Stolen at birth. Raised in the gutter by Rogues. I expected claws and teeth when I crossed the threshold. Violence. Rejection. Instead, my biological parents—Alpha Matthias and his Luna Vivienne—went still as corpses when they saw me. Their eyes turned wet and red-rimmed. They claimed me in front of the entire pack, their voices breaking over the words. Even she was kind. Seraphina, The Beta-born wolf they’d raised as their daughter for seventeen years. The one who’d lived my life. She called me “sister” with that honey-sweet voice. Taught me which fork to use at formal pack dinners. Showed me how to curtsy before visiting Alphas. I wanted to claw her perfect face off. But I smiled instead. Tried to play along. It didn’t work. Every time I knocked over a wine glass or stepped on my dress hem during training, I heard the Omegas snickering. Saw the warriors exchange glances. “Look at the Rogue trash trying to act civilized.” “She’ll never be one of us.” Poor Alpha Matthias, stuck with that as his bloodline. One day, I snapped. My claws came out. I backhanded a servant so hard she hit the marble floor, blood streaming from her split lip. My mother’s—Luna Vivienne’s—scent turned from roses to thorns. “What do you want from us?” Her wolf was close to the surface, amber bleeding into her eyes. My voice shook. My wolf howled inside my skull. “You compare me to her every single day! You all whisper that I’m crude, feral, not fit to be seen in polite company!” I pointed at Seraphina, who stood frozen by the grand staircase. “She stole seventeen years of my life! She’s been living as a Princess while I ate garbage and got beaten by Rogues! And now you expect me to be the family joke?” I looked between my parents. My Alpha father, towering and silver-haired. My Luna mother, beautiful and cold as winter. “This pack house isn’t big enough for both of us.” Alpha Matthias’s jaw worked. His command voice was absent, just exhaustion. “This isn’t Seraphina’s fault—” “Then whose fault is it?” I snarled. “Mine for being born?” “Choose,” I said, my wolf rising in my throat. “Her or me.” — Silence. Heavy as stone. “Lyra…” My mother reached for me. I jerked away so violently I nearly shifted. “Don’t touch me!” That’s when my father’s patience shattered. His hand connected with my face—an Alpha’s strength behind it. No holding back. I staggered, tasted copper. My cheek bone cracked. My composure cracked. Seventeen years of rage and pain came flooding up. I swept my arm across the antique tea service. Porcelain exploded against the floor. “Everything good in this pack goes to her first! I get her leftovers—the things she doesn’t want! Because you think I’m too stupid to know the difference!” Last month, they’d given me fabric for a dress. Omega-made, simple blue cloth. I’d been pathetically grateful. Then I’d overheard two servants in the garden. “Did you see how excited the little Rogue got over that fabric?” “She doesn’t know any better. It’s what Lady Seraphina rejected last week. Not even good enough for the Omega seamstresses.” The memory burned. “I’m the real Alpha’s daughter,” I choked out. “But I’m just here to make her look better by comparison, aren’t I?” “Lyra, enough!” My mother’s wolf was fully present now, her power washing over the room. “The servants talk too much. We’ll punish them. You want better things? Tell me. I’ll give you anything.” My father tried to sound reasonable. His Alpha tone was forced calm. “Go to the vault. Take what you want. Why destroy the peace of this house over servants’ gossip?” Seraphina—silent until now—stepped forward. Tears glittered in her violet eyes. “I didn’t know… Sister, if you want anything of mine, please take it. It’s all yours.” She reached for my hand, her touch gentle. I slapped it away. “I don’t want your scraps.” My wolf was in my voice now, making it deeper. Rougher. “Everything here should’ve been mine. You lived my life. Stole my parents. Took my destiny.” I met her eyes. Hers were wet. Mine were dry as bone. “I want you gone. Out of SilverCrest Pack. Forever.” The words echoed in the great hall. Seraphina went pale as death. Swayed on her feet. My mother pulled her close, held her like something precious. Her eyes on me were full of disappointment. They loved her. Not me. I looked around at the assembled pack members. Warriors, Omegas, Betas. All watching me like I was the villain in this story. Maybe I was. I laughed—sharp and bitter. Then I ran. Straight for the pack’s sacred well in the courtyard. The one that connected to the underground springs. Deep enough to drown in. I didn’t hesitate. Just vaulted over the stone rim.

Hands grabbed me mid-leap. Pack warriors hauled me back from the edge, their grips bruising even through my struggling. “Let me go!” I thrashed, kicked, bit. “This house—her or me! HER OR ME!” My mother wrenched me from the guards. Crushed me against her chest. Her scent was wrong. Too floral. Not the milk-and-warmth smell I’d imagined my whole childhood. “My Lyra,” she gasped. “Please. Calm down. Don’t do this—” I couldn’t hear her over the roaring in my head. Then Seraphina was there. Tugging at my mother’s sleeve with delicate fingers. “Luna Vivienne…” Her voice broke. “Don’t torture yourself.” She smiled, but it looked like dying. “I’ll leave. I’ll go.” The world stopped. I stopped fighting. Stared at her. She stared back. Her eyes held sadness, resignation, and something that looked like pity. “Sister, this is my fault. All of it. I… I took your place for seventeen years. I don’t blame you for hating me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll go. Just promise me you’ll stop hurting yourself. Stop making Alpha Matthias and Luna Vivienne suffer. Please.” The sincerity in her tone made me feel like a monster. Like I was the one who’d done something wrong. My father exhaled slowly. Didn’t argue. Seraphina bowed to me—a full submission, neck bared. Then she walked to her chambers to pack. — She left the next morning. No ceremony. Just a small carriage and two servants. I watched from my window as she disappeared down the forest road. Did I win? I moved into her rooms that afternoon. Had the servants throw out everything that smelled like her—lavender and honey. Replaced it with my own things. The Rogues who’d raised me taught me one thing: take what you can, when you can. So I took. I also had the two gossipping servants whipped. Twenty lashes each. Then I sold their families to a lumber camp on the northern border. The message was clear: Disrespect me, and you disappear. The pack went quiet after that. No one dared whisper when I passed. But my parents… they grew colder. Conversations died when I entered rooms. My father’s eyes slid past me at dinner. My mother’s smiles became plastic. I told myself I just needed to try harder. So I did. I trained until my muscles screamed. Studied pack law until my eyes bled. Learned the formal ceremonies, the ancient rites, the proper way to address visiting Alphas. I convinced myself that if I just became good enough, they’d love me the way they loved her. The slap came at a gathering of highborn pack daughters. I’d dressed carefully. Practiced my posture. Smiled at the right times. One of them—a Delta’s daughter named Clarissa—examined me like I was a stain. “So you’re the one who drove Seraphina out of SilverCrest Pack.” Her lips curved. “The ‘true’ Alpha daughter.” My spine went rigid. “She left willingly.” Clarissa laughed. Cold as winter. “The whole territory knows the truth. Alpha Matthias brought home a feral Rogue who made his life hell. You bullied the sweet, refined girl he’d raised and forced her out.” Her words were claws in my gut. “You’re the embarrassment,” she continued. “Highborn packs value breeding and education over bloodline. Seraphina was perfect—a credit to Carter. You?” She let the question hang. “You’re just a mistake.” I was shaking. My wolf wanted blood. Clarissa leaned close. Whispered like she was sharing a secret. “You think they just… let her go? Alpha Matthias arranged everything. Bought her a house. Set up a trust fund.” She paused for effect. “This morning, he went to the High Council. Secured her a mate bond with the Heir Apparent. Alpha Heir Rowan himself.” My world tilted. “So enjoy being the ‘real’ daughter,” Clarissa said sweetly. “While Seraphina becomes the future Alpha Queen.”

Finding her new residence was easy. I stood across the street, hood pulled low, and watched a luxury car pull up. Midnight black, council plates. The man who stepped out radiated power. Alpha Heir Rowan. Tall, golden-haired, perfect. My parents emerged from Seraphina’s new townhouse—paid for with Carter money—wearing smiles I’d never seen before. Genuine joy. “Our greatest worry, finally resolved.” My father’s voice carried on the wind. “Alpha Heir Rowan is honorable,” my mother agreed. “Seraphina’s future is secure now. She deserves this happiness after everything.” She squeezed Seraphina’s hand. “My darling girl, if anyone in the High Council mistreats you, you tell us immediately. SilverCrest Pack will always be your home. We are always your family.” Seraphina’s voice was thick with tears. “Father… Mother… I’ll miss you so much.” “We’re not far, sweet one. You can visit whenever you wish.” The scene was a portrait of familial love. It made me want to vomit. They were closing the gate when I stepped into the light. All three froze. Their smiles died. I pulled back my hood. “Alpha Queen,” I said. Voice flat. “Quite the promotion.” My father’s expression hardened. My mother opened her mouth. I cut her off. “I specifically said she needed to leave. I specifically forbade you from contact.” My laugh was sharp enough to draw blood. “But I guess Alpha commands only apply to servants. Not to you.” “Lyra!” My mother’s wolf flashed gold in her eyes. “You’re being unreasonable!” She pulled Seraphina behind her like I was a threat. “She was raised in luxury. The High Council is brutal. How could we send her to suffer there?” I stared at her. “Mother.” The word felt foreign. “Let me clarify something.” My wolf rose in my chest. “I came from the brutal place. The one where Rogues beat children for fun. Where I ate rats to survive. Where I have scars on my back from being whipped with silver chains.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “If I could survive that hell, why can’t precious Seraphina handle the council?” I’d lived seventeen years in filth. Been starved, beaten, degraded. The male Rogue who’d taken me had gambled away food money. Beat me unconscious when drunk. The female Rogue had worked me like a slave. Called me worthless. Reminded me daily I was nothing. No dignity. No safety. No love. And now my birth parents pitied her for having to face politics. Tears—angry, bitter tears—burned down my face. “I survived alone. No one cared. No one helped. But she has to go where she belongs, and suddenly you’re heartbroken?” I’d known they wouldn’t actually send her back to the Rogues. But some pathetic part of me hoped they’d at least pretend. Hide her away. Make an effort. Instead, they flaunted their love for her. Didn’t even try to hide it. My mother looked stricken. “Lyra… I’m sorry… Those seventeen years… I thought of you every day. But I couldn’t find you—” “But I’m HERE now!” My wolf’s howl leaked into my voice. “The past is the past—isn’t that what you always say? So why can’t you move forward?” I pointed at the townhouse. At the expensive furniture visible through the windows. “You set her up perfectly. New house. Trust fund. A mate bond with the Heir Apparent.” My voice cracked. “While I’m just the family scandal. The feral bitch who doesn’t know her place.” A crowd was gathering. Wolves from neighboring packs, watching the spectacle. My father’s face flushed with fury. The Alpha didn’t tolerate public scenes. “Enough,” he snarled. Command voice activated. “You’ve embarrassed this family enough.” He turned to his Beta guards. “Take her home. She’s confined to pack lands until I say otherwise.” They grabbed my arms. Dragged me away while the crowd whispered. Disgraceful. Poor Alpha Matthias. That Rogue girl is out of control. — Back at SilverCrest Pack’s territory my attendant—an old Omega named Martha—looked at me with something like pity. “Young Alpha…” She sighed. “Why do this to yourself?” I didn’t answer. Just stared at my reflection in the dark window. Martha’s voice was soft. Knowing. “Lady Seraphina was raised by the Alpha and Luna for seventeen years. That bond… it doesn’t just vanish because of bloodline.” She moved closer. “You fighting them only makes them see you as the problem. If you want what’s yours, you need to be smarter. Take what you can actually hold, not what you wish they’d give you.” Her words were ice water on my rage. She was right. I couldn’t force them to love me. But I could force them to give me what I deserved.

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To control my father and brother’s power, the Alpha King forced me into an arranged mating with his son, Kael , a wolf I’d never even met. On our mating day, Kael’s mistress, an omega named Ivy blocked my procession. “Do you think you can steal someone’s mate just because your family’s power?” “Kael and I already pledged ourselves to each other. If the Iron-Claw Pack hadn’t used their power, I would be his mate.” “If you have any shame, reject this bond yourself. Don’t take what’s mine.” My brother snarled. “If my sister doesn’t want this union, no one can force her.” I looked at all the gifts the Alpha King sent and smiled. “Brother, I have the Iron-Claw Pack’s forty thousand warriors behind me. Who could possibly make me suffer?” “As long as I don’t suffer, they’re the ones who will.” After all, my father is the Alpha of Iron-Claw pack, the strongest pack in existence. Anyone who wants to bully me better check if our pack allows it first. “You stole my mate. How can you enter the Royal Palace without any guilt?” On my mating ceremony, someone blocked my path. Through the veil, I saw Ivy, an omega. Ivy’s eyes filled with tears as she cried loudly, “Can the Iron-Claw Pack abuse their power like this and steal someone’s mate?” “If not for you, Kael was supposed to choose me.” The wolves gathered to watch the ceremony whispered among themselves: “What’s happening?” “You don’t know? Prince Kael’s love for that omega isn’t a secret. The Queen Luna just thinks she is too weak and won’t let her son take her as mate.” Kael shifted from his wolf form and helped Ivy to her feet. “Why torture yourself? I told you I’d give you a position eventually.” Ivy’s eyes filled with tears as she shook her head. “Once your mate enters the territory, pack matters are her domain.” Then she dropped to her knees before me, baring her neck. “Omega Ivy begs you for mercy. Let me and Kael be together. ” “I don’t need a status. I just want to be with the one I love, until we’re old and gray.” Kael’s eyes turned red. He clenched his jaw and looked toward me in the ceremonial procession. “Freya…” Ha. Just a breeder. I spoke clearly. “Miss Ivy is clearly devoted to the Prince. Elder, let her be Prince Kael’s breeder.” The watching wolves erupted. “The Mrs. Freya is so generous, not even angry about this disruption.” “Just a breeder acting so bold.” “She’s shameless, blocking a mating ceremony in public.” Under everyone’s commentary, my grand ceremonial procession entered the Royal Palace with a smaller procession following behind. At my signal, my people spread word throughout the realm about how Ivy blocked the my mating ceremony and demanded to marry Prince Kael. On our first night, Kael entered the chamber and removed my veil. We drank the ceremonial wine. He looked at me. “Ivy was reckless today and disrespected you, but don’t worry. She’s always been gentle and won’t compete with you.” Before he finished speaking, crying echoed from outside. “Prince, Ivy is kneeling outside. She says she wants to apologize to the Mrs. Freya for blocking the ceremony today. She wants to come in and offer her submission.” Kael didn’t even set down his cup—it crashed to the floor. He rushed outside. “Ivy, it’s freezing. What are you doing? Your are still fragile. Someone help her back to her quarters.” I stood and walked to the doorway. Ivy gently pushed Kael away, looking at me with tear-filled eyes. “Mrs. Freya, today was my fault. I disrupted the mating ceremony. Please punish me.” The maid beside her wiped her tears. “Please show mercy, Mrs. Freya. Ivy is weak. She’s been kneeling here since you entered the room. Her body can’t take this.” Kael looked pained and turned to me with displeasure. “Freya, Ivy is begging you. Since you allowed her to be my breeder, you should be more generous. It’s snowing. Making her kneel like this—are you trying to kill her?” “How can my mate be so cruel?” I scoffed. “I heard Prince Kael loves Omega Ivy. Clearly it’s true. Today she blocked my ceremony, and I haven’t punished her yet. Now she’s already causing chaos on our mating night, crying and wailing.” “Is this what you call gentle and well-behaved?” Ivy’s face went pale. The next second, she clutched her chest and collapsed into Kael’s arms. “Prince, I didn’t mean to. I just…” Before finishing, she fainted against his chest. The courtyard erupted into chaos. “Quick, call the healer!” Kael carried her straight to her quarters. In moments, everyone who’d gathered disappeared. My maid gritted her teeth. “Mrs. Freya, that omega did this on purpose.” I smiled. Of course she did. Tonight Kael was supposed to mark me. How could she accept that? Without some tricks, how could she lure him away? The oldest trick in the book, but with a lovesick fool like Kael, it worked perfectly. The ceremonial candles burned out. Kael never returned. But I heard water was called to Ivy’s quarters three times that night. I smiled and picked up the knife from the table, cutting my wrist. Blood sprayed onto the white mating cloth. The servants shrieked. The elder wrapped my wrist with tears in her eyes. “Mrs. Freya, why do this to yourself?” I looked at the cloth with disgust. “When the Queen Luna’s personal servant comes to collect the mating cloth, give her this.” With this much blood, they would understand exactly what happened.

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On my mating ceremony with Alpha Prince Kael, his childhood sweetheart, Tessa, slipped wolfsbane barren-draft into my wine. When she was caught, she only whimpered, “I was just playing a joke, kael. I didn’t know Elena would actually drink it.” She dropped to her knees, baring her neck further in submission. “I’ll make it up to Elena. Let me be kael’s personal breeder. Every pup I bear will be raised by Elena.” Kael stared at me like I was the problem. “Elena, you’re my chosen mate. You should be gracious. Now you don’t even need to endure pregnancy. Tessa will bear the heirs for you. What more could you want?” From that day forward, I became the barren mate. Tessa lived in Alpha Kael ‘s room, warming his bed whenever he needed an heir. She bore him two sons and two daughters while my womb stayed empty and cold. Soon, the entire pack knew of Tessa, Kael’s precious breeder. No one remembered me, Kael’s true mate at all. I withered away in the back quarters. My inner wolf stopped answering when I called. On my deathbed, Kael and Tessa stood over me, a cup of poison in their hands. Tessa’s lips curved into a smirk. “Elena, you’ve held the title long enough, haven’t you? If we didn’t need your father’s power to put Kael on the throne, why would we let you keep breathing?” Kael’s eyes held nothing. “Elena, tomorrow I will be the Alpha King of the Moon Pack. My Luna can only be Tessa. If you stay alive, what will happen to her?” They forced the poison down my throat. I died the day Kael was crowned to the Alpha King. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my mating ceremony. “Prince kael and his bride, please drink the wine together!” The elder’s voice rang through the room. I stared at the wine cups before me. That Tessa was so impatient. She hadn’t even wiped the powder from the rim. My wolf, Lily, snarled, but I kept my face impassive. I subtly lifted Kael’s cup and pushed mine toward him. “May I exchange cups with you, Alpha Prince Kael?” I kept my eyes down, let my voice shake just enough. “I heard that sharing each other’s cup brings a lifetime bond.” The elder clapped. “Great! You in me, me in you—An eternal bond!” Kael lifted the cup. We drank, arms intertwined. The pack members erupted in cheers and howls. But before the cup even touched the table, the door burst open. “Oh my! Did you already finish the ceremonial wine?” Tessa. Her dress was cut low, breasts pushed up. Her eyes went wide when she saw my empty cup. Tears instantly welling in her eyes. She spun to Kael, her voice breaking. “Prince Kael, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it. I just wanted to prank Elena a little! You know how human traditions have wedding games? I thought it would be funny to put something in her wine.” I let out a gasp, my face turning pale. “Who are you? What did you put in my wine?” The guests murmured amongst themselves. Someone stepped forward. “Miss Tessa, even if you grew up with the Prince Kael, he’s mating today. How could you joke about poisoning his bride?” “This is their mating night!” Kael stood. Moved in front of Tessa like a shield. He frowned at me. “Elena, this is Tessa. My nanny’s daughter. We were raised together. She’s spirited. Don’t take it to heart..” Then he turned to her, stern but soft. “What are you doing here? I told you not to cause trouble today. How could you make such a joke?” I didn’t look at them. Kept my voice flat. “Miss Tessa. Tell me exactly what you put in my wine. Now.” My handmaiden jerked to attention. “Someone fetch the Healer!” Tessa clutched Kael’s sleeve, sobbing. “kael, I swear I didn’t mean any harm! On my way here, I passed an apothecary and saw them selling wolfsbane barren-draft. I thought it looked interesting so I bought some.” “I was going to stop Elena before she drank it. I just want to scare her a little so she’d be more obedient to you. But I tripped outside and came in too late! I didn’t think she’d actually drink it!” I gripped the table edge. Sank into a chair. “Wolfsbane barren-draft? That wine was blessed by the Alpha King himself, and you dared poison it? Guards, take her!” Tessa shrieked. Threw herself into Kael’s arms. “kael, please! I didn’t mean it! And… and we don’t even know if the poison is real! What if it’s fake?” Her voice sharpened. “Would she really have me killed over some mystey powder that might not even work?” Kael wrapped his arms around her. His gaze hardened on me. “Elena. Tessa’s young. She only meant it as a joke. She never intended it to go this far.” “Don’t worry. You’re my mate, chosen by the Alpha King himself. Even if you drank the poison and can’t bear pups, I’ll never abandon you. You will be my mate forever.” Tessa’s eyes shimmered. She dropped to her knees. Thud. “It’s all my fault! I’m so sorry, Elena! But it’s too late now.” She pressed her forehead to the floor. “If Elena drank the poison and can’t have pups, then… then I’ll be Prince Kael’s personal breeder. Any pup I bear will be raised as hers, to make up for my mistake.” Lily laughed bitterly. The exact same script as my past life. But this time, I wouldn’t be fool enough to fall for it. I let my voice cut. “You tried to destroy my ability to bear heirs—that’s treason against the Royal bloodline. That’s a death sentence. How dare you?”

Kael pulled Tessa to her feet. He frowned at me. “Enough. Tessa admitted her mistake. She didn’t mean it. Today is our mating ceremony. Are you really going to execute her over some mystery poison?” “You’re going to be a Future Luna. You need to show grace. Acting like this—how can you hold that position?” He spoke like I was being unreasonable. I stared at him. In my past life, he said the same things. That I had no grace. That I was petty. Back then, I swallowed it. Thought I was being mature. That’s exactly what they wanted. And I paid for it with my life. “He hasn’t changed,” my wolf said flatly. “He was always like this.” I know. I clenched my fists. “Poisoning the Future Luna—you think letting her go is fair to me? A nanny’s daughter drugs me at my own ceremony, and you expect the my family to accept that?” Kael’s face hardened. “What’s done is done. What do you want? Kill her? She didn’t mean it.” The commotion had spread. Guests were talking outside. The Luna Queen’s attendant entered. “Elena, the Luna Queen says this matter is serious. Miss Tessa will be punished. But today is your mating ceremony. Making this bigger would shame the Royal Family.” Right. It only hurts when the needle’s in your own flesh. I looked up at Kael. “Kael, you really think poisoning someone is a small matter?” Kael was busy comforting Tessa. He waved his hand at me. “Fine. Tessa apologized. She’ll stay in her rooms for three days as punishment. No more trouble.” Three days confinement. That’s the punishment for poisoning a prince’s mate. I almost laughed. Good thing this time, I’m not the one who drank it. Some of the female guests looked uncomfortable. One whispered, “Elena, maybe we should call the Healer? Just to check?” “Yes, maybe it doesn’t work?” Tessa immediately protested. “No! Calling a Healer on the Prince’s mating day? That’s bad luck.” Kael smiled. “Tessa’s right. We can call the Healer tomorrow. No rush.” My handmaiden’s voice shook with anger. “Prince Kael, Elena is your chosen mate! She’s been poisoned and you won’t even call a Healer until tomorrow?” “Miss, let me send word to the Beta Commander Barry. Let him deal with this.” I looked at Kael again. “You really won’t hold Tessa accountable?” Kael flicked his sleeve. “I told you. Tessa was joking. It went too far, but she said she’ll bear children for you to raise. What more do you want?” “You keep making a scene over one cup of wine. You’re ruining our mating ceremony. If you don’t want to be my mate, someone else will. Someone who isn’t this petty and childish.” I smiled. I touched the cup lightly. Looked at him. “Petty? I’m doing this for you, Kael.” I spoke slowly. Clearly. “Because the person who drank my cup was you.” The words dropped like a bomb. Kael’s face went pale. “What are you talking about?” I pointed at the cup in front of him. White powder still clung to the rim. “During the ceremony, we exchanged cups. Remember? For eternal bond?” I tilted my head. “I drank from your cup. You drank from mine.” “The one Tessa poisoned.” Tessa stared at me. Then at the cups. She grabbed his cup. “You… you drank this one?” Kael couldn’t speak. Tessa screamed. Pointed at me. “You! You evil bitch! That cup was meant for you! Why did you give it to kael? You did this on purpose!” “She’s panicking,” my wolf observed. “Good.” Yes. That poison was meant for me. In my past life, I drank it. Lost my fertility. Lived the rest of my life in misery while they played happy family. My father and brother died for Kael. And in the end, he poisoned me too. In my past life, his words still echo. “Elena, you’re the Future Luna. You should be gracious. You don’t need to bear children.Tessa will do it for you. What more could you want?”

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The Rogues circle the Stronghold like death itself. I watch the last child die—his intestines torn from his belly while he’s still screaming. The warriors around me collapse. These are grown wolves. Battle-hardened males who’ve ripped throats and survived pack wars. Now they weep like cubs. “Alpha Kade!” Jakob grabs my shoulder, his claws digging into my flesh. His two-month-old daughter is somewhere in that carnage. “You told us Luna Selene was lying! You said she was jealous, that we should guard you and Lola at Starfall Ridge!” His voice cracks like breaking bone. “Why is my baby missing her face?” Kade stands frozen. His golden Alpha eyes are empty. Hollow. I stare at the carnage and my heart shatters. I’ve lived this moment before. — In my Previous life, the Rogues attacked during Lola’s birthday. My husband—the Pack Alpha—took every warrior to the ridge so his “true love” could watch the Starfall Ceremony. He said I was paranoid. Jealous. A bitter Luna who couldn’t accept that he loved someone else. I begged them to return. I screamed through the Mind-Link until my throat bled. They came back to corpses. But Lola wandered into the woods—sulking because Kade kept checking the Mind-Link during “her special night.” The Rogues found her. Dragged her screaming into the darkness. By the time we arrived, nothing remained but her left femur. Kade held that bone for six hours. Didn’t speak. Didn’t shift. Didn’t breathe. Then, the day I gave birth to our son, he severed my hands with silver. My feet next. He threw me into a Rogue feeding pit and healed me. Over and over. Letting them tear chunks from my flesh while the mate bond forced me to feel his hatred burning like acid through my chest. “You killed her,” he whispered while I screamed. “So You must be suffering more than she was. ” I died on day seven. I woke On the day when the Rogues launched the attack. — The howling hits me first. Not through the Mind-Link—that’s filtered, controlled. This is raw. A thousand feral throats shrieking hunger across the mountains. I’m out of bed before conscious thought. My bare feet slap stone as I sprint toward the control room. The Stronghold is three stories of timber and reinforced steel, built to withstand siege. I take the stairs three at a time. The broadcast panel glows blue. I grab the mic, hands shaking. “All pack members, this is Luna Selene.” My voice doesn’t waver. It can’t. “Massive Rogue surge from the northern pass. Get to the Panic Room. Now!” I slam the alarm. Red lights flood the corridors. Doors bang. Footsteps thunder. Outside, someone screams. I grab the emergency rifle—silver bullets, blessed by our Shaman—and run. The courtyard is chaos. Mothers clutching cubs. Elders stumbling. The air reeks of fear-sweat and the rot-stench of Rogues. Three crash through the east fence. They used to be wolves. Now they’re things. Fur matted with dried blood and filth. Eyes milky white. Jaws unhinged, hanging at grotesque angles. They don’t hunt for territory. The madness ate everything else. I fire. Silver tears through the first one’s skull. It drops, convulsing. “MOVE!” I scream at a frozen teenager. I shove him toward the Panic Room—a reinforced bunker built into the ground. “Get inside!” More Rogues pour through. I shoot until the clip runs dry, then shift. Bones crack. Fur erupts. My wolf is smaller than the males’ but faster. I slam into a Rogue mid-leap, jaws closing around its rotten throat. The taste is rancid decay. I rip and spit and move. Someone yanks a child from snapping teeth. Someone else seals the hatch. The heavy locks clang shut. Silence. I shift back, naked and trembling. Blood—mine, theirs—drips down my ribs. We’re in the Panic Room. Concrete walls. Air filtration. Supplies for two weeks. But the Wards are failing. I feel it. The electric hum that usually surrounds the Stronghold is stuttering. Dying. Mary—an Omega whose son is four—grabs my wrist. Her hands shake. “Luna, you have to Mind-Link the Alpha. Tell him to come back. Tell him to activate the Wards!” I close my eyes. The cruel truth breaks my heart, yet I cannot lie. “He can’t,” I say quietly. “Alpha Kade took every warrior to Starfall Ridge. He’s protecting Lola during the Ceremony.” The room erupts. “The Ceremony? Are you serious?” “He left us to die for some lights?” “She’s not even his real mate!” BANG—— The steel door buckles. Metal shrieks. A dent craters the center. BANG—— Another hit. These Rogues are stronger. Evolved. We have minutes. I look at Elder Martha—Kade’s mother. Former Luna. Seventy-three with silver hair and a wolf that can still kill. She meets my eyes. “The Silver Wards,” I say. “If we activate the backup grid, it’ll fry everything within a hundred yards.” Hope flickers across faces. Martha pulls out the Alpha emergency comm—satellite link that bypasses Mind-Link. She dials. The line clicks. “Mom?” Kade’s voice is annoyed. Distracted. In the background: music. Laughter. Lola’s giggle. “Kind of busy.” Martha’s jaw clenches. “Kade. The Stronghold is under siege. Rogue surge. We’re in the Panic Room, Wards are failing. Activate the Silver Grid. Now！” Everyone holds their breath. Kade laughs. “Mom, seriously? The Grid pulls power from the Starfall lights. We’re thirty minutes from peak display. I can’t shut it down.” His tone shifts. Suspicious. “Is Selene there? Did she put you up to this?” Martha’s hand shakes. “Your Luna just saved twenty—” “My Luna is jealous,” Kade cuts her off. “She’s been pulling this for months. ‘Lola’s dangerous.’ ‘Rogues are coming.’ It’s pathetic.” He scoffs. “Tell Selene if she keeps trying to ruin Lola’s night, there’ll be consequences. I’m not falling for fake emergency bullshit.” The line goes dead. Mary’s face drains white. “He thinks we’re lying?” Samuel—former Beta—slumps against the wall. “We’re going to die. For a light show.” Martha stares at the comm in her hand. Then she looks at me. Her eyes burn. “Service tunnel,” she says slowly. “Runs from here to the old mining roads. Six miles through Rogue territory to Silverpine Base. They have warriors. ” She grips my shoulder. “You and I go. We shift and run.” The door splits. A rotting paw shoves through. Claws scrape metal. A pup was frightened and she started crying. Martha doesn’t flinch. “We leave in sixty seconds. Barricade after we’re gone.” She doesn’t finish the sentence. She doesn’t have to. I nod. Because if we don’t make it, everyone here dies.

Hope flickers in my chest as Martha speaks. “Wait for me,” she says, slipping through the side door. One hour later, the Panic Room door tears open. A rotting arm reaches through, grabbing for the baby in Mary’s arms. The infant’s cry cuts off mid-scream. The mother collapses. Her eyes go empty. Despair floods the room—then a figure rushes through the side entrance. Martha! “Did you bring the warriors back?” voices cry out. She’s covered in blood. “Barricade that gap!” I rush to steady her. Martha’s voice shakes. “That bastard.” She’s trembling with rage. “Kade set up blockades on every path. Every single one. All to make sure no one could interrupt Lola’s precious birthday fireworks.” Her eyes are bloodshot. The room goes silent. Cold dread creeps up my spine. I stumble backward. He blocked even his own mother. “We can’t just sit here and die!” I force myself upright. “If we can’t reach the warriors, we call for backup!” I frantically adjust the radio frequency, cycling through nearby pack channels. I explain our situation. Beg for emergency aid. Silence on the other end. Then: “We’re sorry. We can’t help.” My blood runs cold. “An hour ago, Alpha Kade personally warned us that someone in your pack might file false distress calls. He ordered us to ignore all requests for aid tonight.” He planned this. All of it. He cut off every possible escape route to ensure Lola’s birthday wouldn’t be interrupted. He calculated every path, blocked every exit. Martha’s face goes white. “I’m Kade’s mother, I’m begging—” “Elder Martha,” the voice interrupts, cold as ice. “Alpha Kade specifically mentioned you.” “Unless you come in person to request aid, we will not respond.” The line cuts. In person? Through miles of Rogue-infested territory? It’s suicide. The gap in the door holds—barely. But we all know it won’t last. I steady Martha. “Mom, I’m coming with you.” I turn to face the blood pooling on the floor. My voice hardens. “Everyone’s counting on us. If we break through, there’s still a chance!” Martha looks at me for a long moment. Finally, she nods. Two hours later,I half-carry Martha through the darkness. Her left arm was torn off by a Rogue—fresh blood still streams from the wound. “Over this mountain… we’re almost there…” From halfway up the slope, we see the outline of Silverpine Base. Hope sparks in our chests. Then— A firework shell explodes directly in front of us. The blast wave throws us backward like ragdolls. Martha’s blood was splattered on my face.

I look up, dazed. Through the smoke, I see Kade with his arm around Lola. Then his voice booms through the ridge’s speaker system, dripping with mockery. “Selene, I knew it. You realized your lies wouldn’t make me cancel the party, so now you’re trying to force your way through?” His voice turns ice-cold. “I knew you’d try to sabotage Lola’s birthday. I won’t let you succeed!” The bombardment intensifies. “Mom, tell him it’s you!” I scream. Martha uses every ounce of strength to roar toward the peak: “KADE!” The ridge falls silent for a heartbeat. Then Kade’s laughter echoes—crueler, louder. We’re too far. He can only see a silhouette. “Selene, you’re really committed to this act! First you had my mom lie over the comm, now you hired an actress?” “My mother has two arms, but the actress has only one! Stop trying to fool me!” Martha trembles with rage. “I am your mother! Can’t you even recognize my voice?!” Kade hesitates. Lola immediately tugs his sleeve, her voice dripping false hurt. “Kade… I know Selene hates me. Maybe we should just cancel tonight. Go back.” “It’s okay. I’m used to being treated like this…” Kade’s face hardens. He pulls her close. “Continue!” More shells rain down. Our path is sealed. The moon rises higher. “There’s no time.” Martha grabs my shoulders. “I’ll distract them. You run. Get that rescue back here!” “Everyone’s counting on you!” She shoves me away and limps toward the peak. I try to grab her. “Mom, they don’t recognize you—you’ll die!” Kade’s voice cuts through the air again. “Selene, if you’re willing to throw your life away to ruin Lola’s party, I’ll grant your wish!” He hoists a rocket launcher onto his shoulder. Aims directly at me. The massive shell screams through the air. “SELENE, DOWN!” Martha throws herself on top of me. Her broken body shields mine. BOOM— The explosion tears through my eardrums. Hot blood sprays my face. Martha’s body collapses onto mine. Her back has been obliterated—a gaping hole where her spine should be. Blood pours like a river. My hands shake as I touch her. Warmth. Sticky warmth everywhere. I shake her gently. No response. I scream. “MOM!” Lola’s saccharine voice floats through the speakers. “Selene, you should throw that corpse off the cliff. The Rogues will smell the blood and come for you too.”

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The seventh time Alpha Killian stood me up at the Moon Altar, I severed all ties with him. If he was at a gathering, I wouldn’t go. If he was invited to the pack reunion performance, I’d leave early. If my company partnered with his pack, I’d resign immediately. Even on New Year’s Eve, when he came to my house, I made excuses and left. Phone blocked. Mind-link severed. I cut him off completely and cleanly. I didn’t contact him. He couldn’t see me. I spent most of my thirty years obsessively loving him, taking care of him with all my heart. Until the seventh time I was stood up at the ceremony, I finally woke up. I didn’t want this life anymore. Being alone was better than waiting in an empty house night after night! — I waited for Alpha Killian at the Moon Altar’s Mating Hall until the priests left for the day. At first, when I called him, he just said he was busy. Told me to wait. After I waited another two hours, his phone went to voicemail. His line stayed busy. The mating certificate in my hand was crumpled into a ball. “Miss, we’re closing now. Do you still need to complete the ceremony?” Seeing me wait all day, the priestess couldn’t help but ask. I snapped back to reality and shook my head lightly. “Thank you. I won’t be doing it.” Walking out of the Temple, the priestesses whispered as they passed me. “I think I’ve seen her here a few times before. Every time she comes alone.” “Now that you mention it, I remember too. She’s always waiting for someone who never shows up.” My face stayed blank, but my heart was already riddled with holes, bleeding. Shame kept my head down. My footsteps quickened. This was the seventh time I’d waited for Alpha Killian at the Moon Altar! I’d just left the Temple and was about to call a car when Killian appeared. He jogged over, breathing heavily, with a hint of apology on his face. “I’m so sorry, Elena. The pack had an emergency. I’m not too late, am I?” I smiled silently. Last ceremony, he had pack business. The one before that, pack business again. I won’t even mention the earlier times. This time, same excuse. I was too tired to call him out. I just shook my head. “You’re already late. The priestess just left.” Killian looked almost angry when he heard that. He glanced at his watch, then pointed accusingly at others. “These people, really. They leave exactly on time. Won’t even wait one minute.” Then he grabbed my hand and placed it on his rising and falling chest. “There was traffic. Look, I ran all the way here. I’m exhausted.” I stared at him blankly, holding back the burning in my nose. No one’s a fool. I already guessed whether Killian actually ran here. Biting my lower lip, I questioned him for the first time. “If you really ran here, why don’t you have a single drop of sweat from that distance?” His forehead was completely dry. No sweat. Not even a trace of moisture. As soon as those words left my mouth, Killian’s expression changed. He frowned, his eyes flashing with anger, his voice rising several notches. “What are you trying to say? You think I’m lying to you? That I’m deliberately avoiding the mating ceremony?” “I ran so hard I’m exhausted, and you don’t believe me? Elena, I never thought you’d be this heartless and ungrateful!” He was good at turning things around. But his hysterical shouting just made him look guilty. I rubbed my temples. Suddenly I didn’t want to pursue this anymore. Didn’t want to keep entangling with him. “Killian, you know the truth better than anyone!” I turned to leave. His cold, cruel voice came from behind. “Fine. I know the truth. Then don’t come looking for me. Don’t constantly cling to me, begging me to complete the mating ceremony!” “Let’s see how long you last this time!” This time, I stubbornly didn’t look back. My lower lip was already bitten deep enough to bleed. I’d barely taken two steps when my phone buzzed with a text. [Elena, you didn’t complete the ceremony again? What a shame. But don’t worry, we’ll be waiting for you to beg Killian for the eighth time!]

I read the text over and over. Three times. Even someone as slow as me knew she was provoking me. I’d guessed why Killian stood me up, but seeing Lola’s text still gave me an indescribable feeling of suffocation. Killian and I were childhood friends. Practically grew up together. Since I was little, I vowed to marry him when I grew up, to be his mate. I remember when I first said it-just started elementary school-both our parents laughed with joy. He treated me like someone very close to him too. Until college, when he first brought home another female classmate. That girl was Lola. Their unusually intimate way of interacting made me realize-maybe Killian’s closeness to me wasn’t love at all. So I panicked. After college graduation, I half-jokingly suggested we go complete the mating ceremony. Both sets of parents agreed, but Killian refused. Refused completely. In the following seven or eight years, I begged him to go through the ceremony dozens of times. He only agreed seven times. And all seven times, he stood me up. Every single time, Lola would send me a timely, taunting text. My phone vibrated again. Thinking it was Lola, I instinctively wanted to hang up. Then I saw it was my friend’s number. She said there was a gathering tonight and invited me. Without thinking, my first question was whether Alpha Killian would be there. “Don’t worry, Elena. I know about you and Killian. I already told him-he’ll be there!” “Then forget it. If he’s going, I won’t. Maybe next time.” My friend’s chatter suddenly stopped, like my words shocked her. Everyone knew that for years, I’d been chasing after Alpha Killian. Shamelessly giving him flowers at graduation. Racking my brains to find him suitable work. Devotedly cleaning his place, doing his laundry, cooking his meals. Once, at a friend’s birthday party, someone said he was blessed from a past life to have someone like me treating him so well. Killian just snorted coldly. “Like a stray dog. So annoying. Who cares.” I didn’t care before. Always thought he’d change for me. But now I cared. After hanging up, I sent a group message to several close friends. [From now on, if Alpha Killian is at a gathering, don’t invite me.] After doing all that, I finally took a car back to my rental. After washing up, I started organizing everything related to Killian in my apartment. I packed it all into a suitcase and called a courier to send it to him. When the courier arrived, my best friend Maya showed up too. Seeing me packing up a pile of things, she blurted out: “Elena, you’re not leaving, are you!” I laughed, confused, and opened the suitcase to show her. “What are you talking about? These are all Killian’s things. I’m sending them back.” Maya froze for a while. After watching the courier take the stuff away, she asked in disbelief: “Elena, didn’t you say today you were going to complete the mating ceremony with Killian? How did it suddenly…” She stopped halfway. She knew about Killian standing me up. She quickly figured it out, her eyes practically shooting flames. “Did Alpha Killian stand you up again? I knew you’d send that kind of message. It must be Lola causing trouble behind the scenes. Come on, I’m taking you to confront her!”

Despite my protests, Maya dragged me to their gathering venue. Just outside the private room door, I heard Killian’s voice. “Stop teasing. After all these years, Elena’s said plenty of harsh words but she can’t leave me.” “Today she’s just angry. Once she calms down, she’ll come running back to me.” Outside the door, I bit down hard on the soft flesh in my mouth. A faint taste of blood spread. All these years, I’d cared for him with all my heart. For his sake, I did everything. I never thought that in Killian’s mind, it was all worthless. Maya saw my reddening eyes and squeezed my hand. She was about to push the door open when I stopped her. At this point, I didn’t even want to see Killian’s face. I pulled Maya away to leave. We’d just turned the corner when Killian and Lola walked out of the room. Soon Lola spoke up. “Killian, you’re drunk. Don’t say so much. If Elena hears this, she’ll be heartbroken.” “Her being heartbroken is exactly what you want, isn’t it? Every time you make me agree to go to the ceremony with her, then make me stand her up at the last minute. Little Lola, you’re so mean!” Killian’s words made the tears I’d been holding back finally spill over. So I was just a clown. A game between the two of them. A toy to be played with! No wonder the first time Killian agreed to the mating ceremony, he showed no excitement or happiness. I was just too caught up in sudden joy to notice the disdain in his eyes. Lola leaned into Killian’s arms, playfully hitting his chest. “What do you mean I’m mean? This whole idea was yours from the start!” “I only did it to make you happy back then!” The two of them started kissing right there, like no one else existed. I felt like I’d lost my soul, numb as I pulled Maya out of the bar. The cool night breeze seemed to freeze my heart solid. “Elena, you’re just too kind. That’s why these two dogs keep playing with you!” Maya kept ranting. I smiled faintly. But the moment I opened my mouth, it was full of bright red blood. “It’s all in the past. From now on, Killian and I have nothing to do with each other!” After much persuasion, I convinced Maya to go home. Then I returned to my rental. The courier I’d hired earlier called. Said he’d reached the address but couldn’t contact the recipient. I remembered Killian always rejected calls from unknown numbers. I told the courier to wait, hung up, and contacted Killian myself. He must’ve gone to a bar. It was noisy, but couldn’t hide his smugness. “Calling me already? Where’s that courage from this afternoon when you left me standing on the street?” Before, I would’ve shamelessly apologized, coaxed him, said every nice word. Now I just said plainly: “I had someone drop your things at your door. Remember to pick them up when you get home.” Killian immediately got even more smug. “Elena, what did you buy me this time? Trying to please me?” “Weren’t you acting so tough? Sending messages to friends saying you won’t attend any event if I’m there? Now you’re trying to please me again?” I didn’t say anything. Just hung up. But before hanging up, I heard him ask what I’d sent, and whether he’d like it enough to forgive me. I smiled speechlessly. Sure enough, after being a doormat for so many years, I had zero dignity in his eyes. But it didn’t matter. He’d have a wake-up call one day.

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The day the avalanche swallowed me, my own brother, Norris Burgess, cut the safety rope at my waist—to save the fake princess, Sadie Burgess, who had stolen my place. Snow rose past my face. My body heat bled away. With frozen, trembling lips, I called out to Norris. “Norris! Don’t leave me here… If you do, my adoptive father’s men will flatten this mountain!” I’d been back with my birth family for a year, quiet and obedient, never once mentioning my adoptive parents overseas. They had no idea—the couple who raised me commanded one of the most feared mercenary units in the world. My adoptive father was a legendary sniper. My adoptive mother, a demolition expert. And I was their only princess. But my brother just sneered, pulling the rope away. “Stop lying!” “You’re nothing but a hillbilly with a big mouth. I brought you skiing despite the embarrassment you cause, and now you dare compete with Sadie? Don’t you know how fragile she is ?” With that, he turned and walked away, holding the impostor’s hand. “If your adoptive parents are so impressive, let them send a helicopter for you!” As the light above me disappeared, I pressed the red button on my satellite locator with the last of my strength. What Norris didn’t know was this: Once that signal went out, this entire mountain would become his grave.

Norris’s figure vanished completely into the blizzard. Only the howling wind remained, mocking my foolishness. I struggled to open my eyes. Beside me stood only Norris’s personal assistant, Azrael Benton. He looked at me, his gaze complicated. A flicker of hope ignited within me—the instinct of fighting to survive. “Save… save me…” Azrael’s hand extended halfway, hovered in the air, then withdrew. “Miss Delilah Burgess, I’m sorry.” “Mr. Burgess said Miss Burgess is in shock. Everyone must escort her down the mountain now.” “Mr. Burgess also said the avalanche has stopped, you’re not buried deep, and with your rural upbringing, a little snow won’t kill you. He wants you to… cool off and think things over.” After speaking, Azrael guiltily averted his eyes. If he had just reached out and pulled, I could have climbed out. But he didn’t. He chose to obey that fool of a CEO and left me in this ice tomb. The sound of footsteps faded—that distinct crunching on snow. I was officially discarded. I strained to bend my fingers, reaching toward the hard object hidden inside my innermost layer of clothing. My adoptive mother had slipped it to me before I returned to the Burgess family. She said, “Delilah, this is your lifeline. Don’t use it unless you have absolutely no other choice.” Because once used, it meant the end of peaceful life. Back then, I laughed and said, “With my birth parents and brother, why would I ever need this?” Now, thinking back, it felt like the biggest joke in the world. Using the last of my strength, I slammed the red button. Beep. The tiny indicator blinked twice, weak and stubborn, then went dark for good. The satellite signal had been successfully sent. Signal sent. I didn’t know if I could last until they crossed the border and reached me. This place was a no-man’s land, sealed off by an avalanche. Then the phone pressed to my chest lit up. A unique vibration pattern. It was a message in the “Happy Mercenary Family” group chat. Even with the weak signal, texts still pushed through on this dedicated channel. Damian sent a picture. He was cleaning a heavy sniper rifle, its barrel pitch-black and gleaming coldly. The caption was simple. [Delilah, got your coordinates.] [Perfect timing—we’re on a mission near the border, only 120 miles from you.] [Scenic spot. Perfect for digging holes.] I tried to smile, but my lips wouldn’t move. Tried to type back, but my fingers were too numb to tap the screen.

Consciousness began to blur. Drifting, I seemed to return to those years abroad—chaotic yet pulsing with life. At five, after being trafficked, I ended up on the border. It was Hawk who dug me out from a pile of bodies. He scowled at how filthy I was, yet gave me half a ration bar. My adoptive father, Hawk, was a man of few words and one of the world’s top snipers. He taught me how to assemble a Glock in under three seconds. “Your gun is your partner. More reliable than people,” he said. My adoptive mother, Shera, was an elegant madwoman. She showed me how to make liquid explosives from supermarket detergent. “If anyone bullies you, blow them to hell. No need to explain,” she smiled. And then there was Damian. My sworn brother, who also crawled out from a grave of corpses. He always saved the choicest cut for me, smiling as he broke the bones of anyone who made me cry. That life—walking the knife’s edge yet wrapped in fierce loyalty—was one I walked away from myself. I’d been chasing the myth of “blood ties.” Foolishly thinking sharing DNA would give me a real family. So I put aside the mantle of “Red Fox” and slipped into the role of the timid, obedient long-lost heiress of the Burgess family. Once, when I was burning up with fever, Norris passed me a glass of water. Tears welled in my eyes, mistaking that small gesture for the warmth of home. Life soon delivered a stinging wake-up call. I later learned that water was Sadie’s leftover—too hot for her liking, so she’d tossed it my way. A jolt of raw pain tore me from the memory. Not the warmth of rescue, but the sharp, metallic bite of something hard striking bone. Crunch. A rescue worker’s shovel had slammed into my thigh. A choked gasp escaped me as awareness flickered back. I was dragged roughly from the snowbank—no stretcher, no emergency care in sight. The rescuer looked down at me, his expression pure disdain. “Still breathing after all that? Lucky you.” “You just cost us half an hour. Mr. Burgess is furious.” He didn’t bother with basic bandages, just tossed me onto a supply sled like a sack. The ride back to camp was a jarring, bone-rattling haul. Up ahead, the medical tent glowed warm against the cold, the hum of a space heater drifting out. Two guards hauled me inside. Warm air washed over me—but not for my sake. Sadie sat wrapped in a cashmere blanket in the only padded chair, surrounded by anxious nurses and a doctor. “Does it hurt, Miss Burgess?” “Bring the medicated cream, now!” I forced my eyes open. All Sadie had was a faint scrape on one finger—not even a drop of blood. Yet the camp’s only heater was aimed right at her hand. Meanwhile, I lay soaked and shivering, the gash on my thigh raw and exposed, curled on the muddy ground in a corner. Invisible. Azrael passed by, paused at the sight of me, then tossed a grimy, mud-stained towel in my direction. “Clean yourself up. Don’t stain the rug.” “Mr. Burgess is with Miss Burgess. Stay out of sight and keep quiet.” I clenched my jaw, staring at that soiled towel. And just like that, the last flicker of light inside me went out.

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For Noah, I chose to stay in this cursed ｗｏｌｆ　territory. I learned to farm the barren earth. To hunt beneath blood moons. To survive in a world that wasn’t mine. I gave everything I knew to the Shadowpine Pack, teaching them, guiding them—until I put Noah on the throne as Alpha. Then came the day his father died. And Noah brought a she-wolf home. “Aria,” his voice had been careful, measured. “This is my father’s widow. The late Alpha’s… ｍａｔｅ.” “According to Pack Law,” he continued, not meeting my eyes, “I’m bound to provide for her.” I watched the trembling she-wolf cowering behind Noah’s broad shoulders. My smile felt like broken glass. “I don’t accept her living with us.” Noah’s expression went cold. Distant. That was The first time he chose pack law over the promises he’d made to me. After that, every night, sounds carried through the stone walls. Her breathless moans. His low growls. The rhythmic thud of bodies against rock. And I would stare at the wall of my chamber, at the marks I’d carved in beast blood, counting down the days. The Blood Moon was coming again. The portal would open. And I will leave the Shadowpine Pack ,forever. — Again. The sounds echoed through the cavern walls once more. The heavy, rhythmic impact of bodies—proof of how thoroughly he was claiming her on the other side of this too-thin wall. I pressed my palms over my ears, curling into the fur pelts that covered my stone bed. I don’t know how long I lay there before a heated body settled onto the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping with his weight. The moment his hand touched my hair, I jerked away, burying myself deeper into the furs. “Don’t touch me.” Noah’s jaw clenched. I could smell the shift in his scent—guilt mixing with irritation. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his voice cold. “Aria, you’re being unreasonable again.” “It’s just breeding,” he said, as if that made it acceptable. “Why do you keep holding onto this?” “You’re the only Luna I’ve claimed. You know that.” I gripped the fur tighter, refusing to look at him. Refusing to answer. Noah’s expression darkened. He scrubbed his face with one hand, frustration rolling off him in waves. “When spring comes and Lydia bears the child, I’ll send her away.” “This satisfies the pack. Gives them an heir.” “Stop being so stubborn. We’ll raise the pup together—She will only call you Mother.” He stood, his broad frame already turning toward the door. Toward her. He couldn’t face my silence, so he’d return to Lydia’s warmth. To her eager submission. This scene had replayed every night since he’d brought her home. I wiped the dried tears from my cheeks and sat up slowly. The fire still glowed in the hearth, but I felt frozen to my core. I’d been in this savage world for three years now. This realm—brutal, backwards, freezing—was never meant for someone like me. If I hadn’t met Noah, I would have gone home that first Blood Moon. I wouldn’t have stayed. But Noah had been the pack’s fiercest warrior. And he’d offered me everything—his protection, his devotion, his soul. I pulled the wolf-tooth pendant from my neck, my eyes stinging. But he’d broken every vow. Betrayed every promise. I still remembered the day I chose to stay—how he’d placed this necklace in my hands with trembling fingers. “Aria… thank you.” “I don’t care if you can never bear children,” he’d said. “I don’t care about your Lunar Mark, or the fact that you don’t have one.” “You’re the only mate I’ll ever have.” “Even if we’re childless, I accept it. I accept you.” Three years. That’s all it took for him to bring home his father’s widow. The pack had an ancient law: The son inherits the father’s mate. And Lydia, who shared no blood with Noah, became his property by tradition. His obligation. He was supposed to care for her. She was supposed to bear him heirs, to repay the debt. I thought Noah had broken from those custom for me. How wrong I’d been. I laughed bitterly and threw the wolf-tooth necklace into the fire. Under the flickering flames, the bone charred and crumbled, mixing with the blackened ash below. A tainted gift. I wanted no part of it. A soft, feminine laugh drifted from the adjacent chamber. I rubbed my right wrist, feeling the bone ring I wore—the portal key. The way home. Then I looked at the wall. There, in dried beast blood, I’d marked symbols only I could understand. The countdown. The Blood Moon rises again tomorrow night.

I stared at the flooded seedling beds, my whole body trembling with fury. Every plant—drowned. Beside me, Lydia clutched a wooden bucket, her eyes wide and brimming with crocodile tears. “Aria, I didn’t mean to,” she whimpered. “I just wanted to help. I didn’t know a little extra water would kill them all…” Her voice cracked into sobs. Her neck was covered in fresh marks—red and purple bruises from his mouth. From his teeth. I looked away, my stomach twisting. Anger and nausea warred inside me. I opened my mouth, then closed it again. What could I even say? The crops were ruined. I forced my clenched fists to relax, stepping forward to assess the damage— Lydia gasped. She swayed dramatically, then collapsed. Before I could even react, a brutal shove sent me sprawling backward. My knee cracked against a stone. Pain exploded up my leg, cold sweat breaking across my skin. When I looked up, Noah stood over Lydia’s prone form. He must have just returned from a hunt—his clothes were still dusty, his hair windswept. His eyes burned with fury. He scooped Lydia into his arms, cradling her like precious cargo, and his gaze landed on me with open accusation. “Aria. Can’t you tolerate her for even a moment?” My lips trembled. I forced myself to smile—bitter and broken. “What exactly did you see me do to her?” “Or do your eyes only see what you want them to see?” Noah hesitated. He glanced at the flooded field, his jaw tight. Silence stretched between us. Finally: “They’re just crops, Aria. She was trying to help. Don’t overreact.” Just crops. I laughed—cold and sharp. With those three words, he’d dismissed everything I’d done for this pack. Before I arrived, they survived on hunting alone. They ate raw, poorly-prepared meat and suffered constant illness. Children died young, their bodies too weak. I found the seeds. I taught them to cultivate the land. I gave them a future. And because of that knowledge, Noah became Alpha. Now he stood here, belittling my work, defending the woman who’d destroyed it. “Noah…” Lydia’s voice was a pitiful mewl. “My stomach hurts.” She pressed her face into his chest, clinging to him like a vine. Her tear-streaked face gazed up at him with doe-eyed innocence. Noah’s attention snapped to her immediately. Without a word, he placed his large hand on her belly, rubbing slow, gentle circles. Tender. Careful. As if she might shatter. Noah had never been a gentle man. Those soft touches, that patience—he’d learned it all for me. Piece by piece, over our years together. When I was in pain, he’d hover, stubborn and relentless, refusing to leave my side. Now he gave all of it to her. My chest ached. Blood seeped from my scraped knee, but the wound inside me hurt far worse. I dug my nails into the dirt, staring at the ground. They stayed like that for a long time—Noah murmuring to her, Lydia whimpering softly. Finally, Noah lifted her into his arms. He glanced at me, his expression unreadable. “Aria, I’m taking Lydia to the healer.” “You—” “I’m hurt too.” Noah froze. I met his gaze, my hand pressed against my bleeding knee. My fingers trembled. “I’m hurt too, Noah.” Silence. Noah didn’t answer me right away. After a while, maybe fifteen minutes, maybe longer,Noah’s mouth opened, closed. He took a half-step toward me— Lydia’s arms tightened around his neck. “Blood…” Her voice was barely a whisper. Red stained the inside of her thighs, dripping onto the ground. Noah’s face went white. He didn’t hesitate this time. He ran. I watched him disappear toward the healer’s den, cradling her like she was the only thing that mattered. The last fragile thread of hope I’d been clinging to—snapped. I smiled.

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The party was in full swing when Mrs. Higgins cornered me by the champagne fountain. Her smile was all teeth, no warmth. “You’re remarkably gracious, Jane,” she purred. “Most wives wouldn’t throw a party for the woman who stole their job.” I froze, wine glass halfway to my lips. “That’s impossible. Caleb values competence above nepotism. I earned that Foundation Director position myself.” Mrs. Higgins’ laugh was brittle. “Darling, I saw the announcement. Harper’s name is right there. ‘Executive Director of the Turner & Co. Charity Foundation.’” She leaned in, dropping her voice to a stage whisper. “Everyone knows Caleb’s been keeping two women on the payroll, if you catch my meaning.” The wine turned sour in my mouth. I turned to find Caleb across the room, his expression guilty as sin. My parents intercepted me before I could reach him. “Jane, sweetheart.” Mom gripped my wrist. “Harper is a widow. She has no family, no prospects. People will talk if she doesn’t have a respectable position.” Dad nodded gravely. “You’re Caleb’s wife. You have his credit card, his name, his mansion. Surely you can afford to be generous.” The word “generous” tasted like poison. My heart felt like it was being carved apart with a dull knife. Fine. They wanted me to be generous? I’d give them generous. I’d hand Caleb over to Harper entirely.

The room was silent except for the clink of ice in Caleb’s scotch. Everyone had left. Just us now. “How long were you planning to hide it?” My voice was steady, cold. “Were you going to tell me after Harper join the company? Or never?” Caleb wouldn’t meet my eyes. That avoidance told me everything. “You’re strong, Jane. You don’t need protecting.” He swirled his drink. “Harper is different. Fragile. She needs me to shield her from the world.” “Jane, be reasonable. It’s only a job.” A job？ The tears came despite my best efforts. We’d been married three years. Three years where he was “too busy building the empire” to spend more than a handful of nights at home. He’d given Harper as his secretary two years ago. She got to work beside him every day while I ate dinner alone. She stole three years of my marriage. Now she was wanting more. Why should I accept this? Harper materialized beside me, eyes glistening with crocodile tears. “Jane, I told Caleb not to do this.” Her voice was honey-sweet. “He just thinks you’re not suitable for the Foundation work. You are Mrs. Turner, after all. He didn’t want people to think you got the position through his powers.” She reached for my hand in a sisterly gesture. Every touch felt like needles under my skin. “Mrs. Turner?” The word came out sharp. “Caleb has suspended the credit card two years ago. I’ve been working day and night. I worked until I miscarried. I’m not suitable?” “I spent a year training—networking events, charity galas, foundation law seminars—so I wouldn’t embarrass him at the Foundation. Crawling through mud and mockery to prove myself. That’s being using his power?” Two years. Every sacrifice I made to stand beside him. Every careful step to avoid even a whisper of scandal. And Caleb erased me with a signature. Replaced me without a conversation. The facade of “protecting me” was stripped bare in front of everyone. Harper’s tears spilled over. “Caleb, please. Give the position back to Jane.” She turned to him, voice breaking. “I can handle gossip. I’ve endured worse…” Caleb immediately moved to comfort her, his expression darkening as he glared at me. My father spoke first. “Jane. Is this how we raised you?” His voice cut like a judge’s gavel. “Harper has no parents, no husband—he died three years ago—and you’re being cruel to her?” Mom’s disappointment was palpable. “Harper’s already facing terrible rumors as a young widow. Are you deliberately making it worse?” Tears blurred my vision. My heart felt like it was splitting open. “You stood by and watched me become the laughingstock of this entire social circle!” My voice cracked. “And you call yourselves my parents?!” Suddenly it all made sense. The menu for tonight—prime rib and lobster thermidor. They knew I hated rich, heavy food. They knew this dinner wasn’t for Caleb and me. It was Harper’s celebration party. They’d known all along. My parents looked away, guilt flickering across their faces. Caleb’s voice cracked like a whip. “Enough!” He slammed his glass down. “I decide who gets what position in my company. My choice. My company.” “Jane, your jealousy right now is pathetic. Harper would never act like this.” “Maybe you should reflect on why you’re so insecure.” He looked at me like I was a stranger having a breakdown. The room erupted in murmurs—some defending him, others pitying Harper. I wiped my tears. Met his eyes. “I did reflect,” I said quietly. “It’s not me who needs to change. It’s you.” “So let’s get divorced.”

Three years of marriage, and everything I owned fit in a single duffel bag. Every penny I earned went to Caleb, just to prove I wasn’t a woman he needed to support. Looking back now, I was really stupid. Packing took ten minutes. Mrs. Higgins knocked, letting herself in. “Jane, darling, where are you going with that bag? You’re not seriously considering divorce…” “I am.” “No, no, no!” She grabbed my arm. “Yesterday was my fault. Don’t throw away your marriage because of my big mouth!” She lowered her voice urgently. “Caleb is young, brilliant, devastatingly handsome. Three years married and he’s never let you suffer a day. Why would you walk away?” “If you leave now, you’re just handing Harper exactly what she wants. Don’t you see that?” The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth from biting my tongue. “Mrs. Higgins, you saw how hard I fought for that position last year.” “Caleb had the power to approve it. I asked him once，just once，and he accused me of being a gold-digger trying to use his connections.” Mrs. Higgins stammered. “Well… but you’re married. People would’ve talked.” I laughed bitterly. “Because we’re married, my hundred hours of work meant nothing. But Harper? No relationship, no credentials, and he paves her entire road in gold.” “Isn’t that right, Mrs. Higgins?” I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I walked past her, bag in hand. “I know Caleb sent you to change my mind. Don’t bother.” Mrs. Higgins was the most difficult woman in the area. She’d hated me since day one. Only Caleb could make her apologize to me. I opened the door. Caleb stood on the other side, his expression cold and flat. I didn’t acknowledge him. Stepped around him. He caught my wrist, voice low and impatient. “Are you done with this tantrum?” “You filed a complaint with the Board claiming I’m having an affair with Harper. You demanded the divorce. I’m choosing to overlook that.” “Jane, I’m human too. Try to understand my position.” Every time. Every single time I questioned his relationship with Harper, he used this line. “I’m a CEO, I’m your husband, but I’m also just a man.” “Jane, others can doubt me, but you can’t. You have to understand my position with Harper.” Because of his demand for “understanding,” I endured everything. When people mocked me—laughing about how I funded his affair—I screamed back at them. “My husband is just being kind to a widow. I trust him completely!” And the whole time? He was sleeping with her. I was the punchline. I raised my hand and slapped him across the face. “How dare you say that to me.” “Caleb, before you sign the divorce, I don’t want to see your face.” I moved into an old apartment that night and found a new job. Senior director at Nexon Group, the most prestigious consulting firm in the country. The CEO told me if I secured the Hawthorne Industries this quarter, I will become the Executive Director of the branch office. For that position, I worked before dawn and past midnight. I took every impossible client pitch other consultants rejected. Two months of non-stop presentations and proposals until I collapsed. When I woke up, I was in a private medical suite. My parents sat beside the bed. “Jane, you have a CEO husband who adores you. Why are you destroying yourself like this?” Mom’s eyes were wet. “Look at you—skin and bones. It breaks my heart.” Why were they here? I pinched myself hard. Not dreaming. “Dad. Mom.” My voice broke. “The divorce isn’t a tantrum.” “I have got a job. And when I stand firm, I’ll take you both with me. Away from all this.” Maybe illness makes people vulnerable. In that moment, I wanted to forgive them for lying to me. If we could just be a family again. Mom’s face crumpled. “Sweetheart, that’s actually why we’re here.” “Because of your Board complaint, Caleb was reprimanded. Publicly.” “He says he doesn’t blame you. And he knows you work very hard. He has influence with Nexon Group’s Board.” Dad jumped in quickly. “You just have to agree to attend Harper’s adoption ceremony. ” “Then he’ll pull strings for you. Get you a more easier and respectable position.” Every shred of hope withered and died. Of course. It was always about Harper. My parents were going to adopt another daughter. To save Harper’s reputation, they needed me to smile and play along. I closed my eyes, letting tears slide down my temples. Finally, I exhaled. “Fine. I’ll do it. In exchange, let him sign the divorce paper.”

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The day my mother suicide, I decided to break the bond with Seraphina. She’d been testing me for three years. Pretending to be packless. Pretending to be weak. Day one. I held Mother’s funeral alone. Day three. I donated all my money to the orphanage. That money was meant for our mating ceremony. Day five. I returned the keys to the rented apartment. Seraphina’s lip curled. She snarled that following me meant she couldn’t even have a decent roof. Now we had to move again. I didn’t answer. Just packed in silence. My silence enraged her wolf. She left with Damon. Back to the Pack Estate. One month later, I saw her in the remote mountain village. Her eyes were red. “I bought our old apartment. Let’s go home.”

Seven days after Mother died, Seraphina finally returned the money. “Take this. Save your mom. Damon paid off my debt.” Her tone was stiff. Resentful, even. Still angry that I’d chosen Mother over her that day. I stared at the bank card. My vision blurred. I said nothing. Seraphina’s face darkened. “I knew it. Your mother is more important to me!” “I already returned the money. Are you still angry with me?” She threw the card to the floor. It clattered on the tiles. My heart tore open. The pain was unbearable. I remembered that day. When I delivered food to her company. What Damon had said: “Omegas like Elias’s mom—the ones who raised their sons alone—they get possessive. They compete with mates for their sons’ loyalty.” “Now that his mom is sick, you need to test him. See who matters more. His mother or you.” “The more he suffers, the more it proves he loves you. We’re not actually broke. We just need to see if he’ll put you first.” That night, Seraphina told me she’d broken her boss’s precious vase. She needed to repay it fast or face pack justice. That was the first time I felt exhausted. I didn’t want to play this game anymore. I’d known the truth for a year already. She was the Alpha Kane’s daughter. Seraphina of the Southern Pack. She couldn’t be broke. She couldn’t owe debts.

A year ago, I was working part-time at an elite club. Saving for buying a house. I watched her open a bottle of wine that cost three years of my wages. She laughed with the high-born wolves around her. “Elias gave me everything. His mother’s savings. Everything he earned. I think… I want to accept the Mating Bond.” That’s when I understood. Her father’s ‘gambling debts.’ The car accident she ’caused.’ All tests. Then Damon leaned in. “Love is sweet at first. But time reveals true nature.” “You’re worth millions in pack assets. What if he’s just after your status?” Seraphina nodded. After that, she never mentioned mating again. But she still lived in the shabby apartment with me. Rode the bus. Ate street food. So I pretended not to know. I worked harder. Treated her better. Hoped she’d trust me enough to complete the bond. But this time, it was Mother. Life or death. She shouldn’t test me with lies. Not now. I went cold for the first time. My voice was firm. “The money goes to save my mother first.” I didn’t expect what came next. Seraphina transferred all of Mother’s healing funds away. “I just wanted to see your attitude. You didn’t even hesitate. Elias, I was wrong about you!” She spat those words and vanished. No calls. No messages. Later I saw Damon’s social media. She’d gone abroad to “clear her head.” I punched the wall. Blood ran down my knuckles. I felt nothing. That night, Mother committed suicide. Her note was brief: I won’t burden you anymore. Be happy with Seraphina. I don’t know what she saw. What made her choose to end her life. I only knew I couldn’t honor even her last wish. Tears filled my eyes. Seraphina’s form blurred before me. Her voice was sharp with irritation. “Damon said you took out a loan. The healer already treated her. Nothing was delayed. Why are you still angry?” “Do you know how hard it was for me to ask Damon for help? He’s loved me since we were pups. But I chose you!” Even now, she was lying. I had no words left. Seraphina thought I was sulking. She sneered. “I was going to visit your mother. But with this attitude? I’m not going!” The door slammed. Her footsteps faded. I crouched down. Picked up the card. Put it in my pocket. Then I grabbed my bag from behind the couch. Followed her trail down the stairs. Dusk was falling. She climbed into Damon’s sports car. The engine roared. I walked the opposite direction. Slow and steady. If Seraphina had looked closer, she’d have seen the apartment was already empty. Nothing of mine remained.

Seven days of mourning. Time for Mother’s funeral. Only a few relatives came. The ones who’d watched me grow. Who truly cared. They looked behind me, confused. “Something this important—where’s your girlfriend?” Mother lived poor her whole life. These people were real. I tried to say we broke. The words stuck in my throat. Uncle slammed his hand on his knee. “Your mom gave Seraphina’s father all her savings! Just to pay off gambling debts. To ‘free her from suffering.’” “And your savings—you gave it to Seraphina for that car accident. Your mom was so stressed she worked herself sick trying to save money for you two!” “Then she ended it so you’d have something left. And Seraphina couldn’t even come to the funeral!” I hung my head. Shame burned through me. How could I tell them? It was all lies. Seraphina was the Alpha’s daughter. Her tests drained me and Mother dry. Mother worked until her body broke. All because of false debts. She suicided with sliver to leave me money. For a life with Seraphina. She died not knowing. It was never necessary. Seraphina was rich. So rich. Every hardship we faced was just a test wrapped in love. I looked at Uncle’s aged face. His trembling hands. I changed my answer. “Seraphina’s here. She’s coming from another state. Probably got held up on the road. I’ll call her.” I stepped into a corner. Dialed her number. I just wanted her at the funeral. To comfort Uncle. The call connected. I whispered into the phone. “Seraphina, can you come? My mom, she—” “I said I’m not visiting her!” She cut me off, irritated. “And I’m working right now!” “Damon’s my friend, but I want to pay him back quickly. You’d only take a loan for your mom. Not for me. So I had to handle it myself.” She hung up. I called again. The line went dead. Two notifications. A video.

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