My throat tightened, but I forced the words out. "My name is Luna Olivia Grant. I'm Alpha James Grant's mate."
A pause. "Grant's mate. What do you want?"
Tears blurred my vision. "I need your help."
"Why would Alpha James Grant’s mate be calling me? I am your mate’s rival." His tone sharpened.
"Because I want him destroyed," I whispered. "And I think you're the only alpha who hates him as much as I do."
Silence stretched.
Then Asher laughed. It was a dark, low sound that sent a shiver through me, and made my wolf perk up with interest.
"Luna Grant," he said slowly, his voice was heavy with Alpha authority, "you have my complete attention."
Olivia's POV
"Tell me everything." Asher's voice was sharp and cold. "Tell me why James Grant's devoted mate wants him destroyed."
I explained everything from the fake explosion notification, to finding James with Mia, the conversation I had overheard about the wolf essence experiments on my pups, and his plan to break our bond.
By the time I finished, tears were running down my cheeks again, and my wolf was whimpering in pain.
Asher was silent for a long moment.
"Do you have proof?" he finally asked.
"Yes." My voice was stronger now. "Medical records, bank statements, transfer documents. Everything."
"And you have fifty percent shares of his pack business?" Asher asked.
"He doesn't know about them. Nobody does." I replied. "I also have evidence of everything illegal he's done. But I can't use it alone. He has connections, pack lawyers, and my family—"
"Your family supports him?"
The question was like a silver blade to my chest, because the answer was a bitter truth.
My mother had never wanted me back.
I was ten when the DNA test results came back. Mia and I had been switched at birth because of an error at the pack clinic. We had been mixed up in the chaos of a full moon delivery.
When my parents came for me, I had been living in a small cottage by the pack’s border with a potion mistress who had raised me. We were not living extravagantly, but I was happy.
They took me to their mansion, but my mother couldn't let Mia go. She had raised Mia, bonded with her wolf.
So she kept both of us.
But there was never any question who she preferred.
"Olivia, fix your posture. You shift like a rogue."
"Olivia, control your wolf. Your lack of discipline is embarrassing."
"Olivia, why can't you be more like Mia? Her wolf is so graceful."