Finally, I found the transfer record. The pack shares James had promised me as a mating gift—I had signed them all back to him without realizing it.

I stared at the document until the words blurred.

"She'll walk away with nothing."

A bitter laugh escaped me. James was so ignorant of the truth.

I couldn't be left with nothing, because what James didn't know was that he hadn't built the Blue Moon Pack businesses from nothing.

I had.

Five years ago, when his pack businesses nearly went bankrupt, an anonymous investor saved it. The investor paid all the debts, funded the expansions, and covered the losses.

That investor was me.

I was the anonymous silent shareholder with fifty percent ownership of his company. I had created the account under my maiden name, Olivia Hale, using an offshore account that James never knew existed.

Before I married James; Alice, my foster mother, had left me her entire life savings. It was money she had carefully saved from her potion brewing over decades, along with inheritance from her parents.

It was about a million dollars, but I was careful with it. I invested it wisely, made smart decisions, and over the years, it grew. By the time James's pack was failing, I poured $147 million into the failing businesses.

So his pack was built on my money.

And he called me an idiot.

Another laugh escaped me as satisfaction washed through me.

I gathered every document, every file, every piece of evidence, and made copies, hiding them where he would never think to look.

Then I sank to the cold floor of his office and cried until my body had nothing left to give.

When there were no tears left, I just sat there, feeling empty. I had no idea where to start.

Then I remembered something James had said months ago.

"Stay away from Asher Storme. He's my biggest rival. He is ruthless and dangerous. He will do anything to destroy me."

Asher Storme. James's biggest rival and worst enemy. The Alpha of the Northern Ridge Pack.

He was the only one who could help me now.

I picked up my phone with trembling fingers and began searching. It took twenty minutes to find Asher's private number buried deep in James's files.

I stared at it for a long time.

Once I made this call, there would be no going back.

But when I thought of my four pups, of Mia's mocking laughter, of James's cruelty, I pressed Call.

The phone rang twice before a deep, smooth voice answered. "Who is this?"