A bitter laugh bubbled up in my throat. I had been a convenient mate and a tool for his ambition. My hands trembled as I gathered the evidence, but they refused to break. Not now.
Instead, I pulled out my phone and began photographing everything—the hospital agreements, the transactions, the receipts—every piece of betrayal.
At the bottom of the vault, a thick leather folder labeled ‘Future Assets’ caught my eye. I saw investment plans, property deeds, and insurance policies when I opened it. Trent had mapped out his empire, ensuring Monica always had the best of everything.
I clenched my jaw and snapped pictures of those, too. When I was done, I carefully locked the vault, leaving everything exactly as it had been. Then, without glancing at the home I once believed was mine, I walked out of the packhouse.
The moon was high when I arrived at my first destination: the pack’s Gamma, the wisest and oldest in our pack.
“Luna Lucy,” he greeted, startled by my sudden appearance. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I need a severance ritual,” I said smoothly.
He frowned. “A severance ritual? You do know it is forbidden-”
“Yes! But I need a formal dissolution of my bond to Alpha Trent,” I clarified. “I know you have all the Alpha’s blood stored here for summoning and healing purposes.”
His brows lifted. “Does the Alpha—”
“No,” I cut in, my voice firm. “And I’d like to keep it that way. Now, what do I do?”
He hesitated but then nodded. “Understood. I just need your blood to drop off this vial. Then, I’ll mix it with Alpha Trent’s blood.” He brought the blood, and we started mixing it to perform the severance ritual.
After the ritual, I walked out and headed to my next destination.
The building was small, tucked away on the outskirts of rogue territory. Its sign was faded, nearly unreadable, but I knew what it was—a sanctuary for those who wished to vanish.
I stepped inside, the scent of damp wood and old parchment filling my nose. A man sat behind a desk, his face shadowed beneath a hood. His scent was strange—neutral, untraceable.
“I need your services.”
His eyes gleamed. “What kind of services?”
“I want to disappear,” I said. “Completely.”
A slow smirk spread across his face. “And what makes you think I can help you?”
I reached into my satchel and pulled out a stack of unmarked bills. “Because you’ve done it before.”
His smirk widened. “Now we’re talking.”