He continued. "Then I'll have silver-laced champagne ready for her. The silver will weaken her wolf enough that she won't remember anything. Halfway through the gathering, Harry will find her in one of the upstairs rooms with some wolves I hired."

Mia gasped. "You're going to frame her?"

"She'll be too drugged and silver-poisioned to know what's happening. Harry will make sure there are photos. By the end of the night, everyone will believe Olivia Grant betrayed her mate at a gathering celebrating her sister's pregnancy."

"That's brilliant," Mia breathed. "Everyone will think she's the villian."

"Exactly. Breaking the bond right there will be justified, and she'll get nothing." James's voice dripped with satisfaction.

My heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst through my chest. My wolf snarled viciously in my mind.

He was going to drug me with silver, frame me, and destroy everything.

Their moans filled the silence again. I backed away from the car slowly, careful not to make a sound. My hand was bleeding where I had bitten it, but I didn't feel it.

All I could feel was devastation, heartbreak, and my wolf's pain.

I climbed into my car, and my body shook so violently I could barely hold the wheel. I sat there in the darkness, tears streaming down my face, my palm pressed protectively over my stomach where my pup was growing.

Four pups murdered. Their wolf essence stolen to cure my sister's infertility so she could carry my mate's pup.

And now he was going to destroy my reputation and take everything I had left.

I barely remembered driving home. My hands shook so violently on the steering wheel that I almost crashed twice.

I drove home in a daze, their conversation replaying endlessly in my head.

'She's an idiot. She has nothing and no one. She'll end up as some pathetic rogue.'

I walked inside the house absentmindedly, then I headed straight to James's home office.

I needed proof. Evidence. Something to make sense of what I had heard.

My hands shook as I searched through his files, his laptop, his locked drawers. I found the small brass key hidden beneath the drawer lining and opened the filing cabinet.

Medical records with my name. Dates that matched every pregnancy. Procedures I never consented to. Bank statements showing payments to a private research facility specializing in werewolf genetics.

I kept searching, my hands moving faster.