He gestured for me to follow him into a back room. Screens lined the walls, displaying blurred faces and falsified identities.
“Here’s how it works,” he said. “We fake your death. A rogue attack, a drowning, whatever you want. Once it’s done, you’ll get new papers and a new pack history. No one will ever find you.”
Lucy, I don’t like this. I want revenge! My wolf said.
The headline caught my eye before I realized what I was looking at.
“Alpha Trent Holland and Monica Maze spotted at exclusive auction—sparks still flying after all these years.”
I sat frozen, staring at my phone screen as if it had betrayed me. There they were—Trent and Monica, dressed to perfection, glowing as if the world revolved around them. They stood close, smiling at each other with an intimacy that turned my stomach.
He told me he was on a pack summit with other Alphas. The auction wasn’t a political engagement, and Monica isn’t an Alpha.
I scrolled further, my hands trembling as I read the article. The words painted a nauseating picture of their chemistry, their “undeniable connection.” Each sentence felt like a claw ripping deeper into my chest.
I dropped my phone onto the couch as my chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
Then, I placed my hand gently on my stomach, closing my eyes as I took a slow, deep breath. This life growing inside me didn’t deserve to be tainted by my pain. My child was a blessing, a light in the darkness, and I would cherish him no matter what.
I went to the healer to ensure my child’s health. As she glided the enchanted stone over my stomach, the rhythmic flicker of my child’s heartbeat filled the room.
“Everything looks perfect. You’re carrying a strong Alpha.”
Alpha. My child might become Alpha one day or just be a typical werewolf. I don’t want them to grow up in a life of betrayal and disloyalty.
At the same time, relief washed over me, breaking through the layers of hurt. I was welled up with tears, but this was due to happiness. For the first time in weeks, I felt hope other than pain.
After leaving the infirmary, I knew what I had to do next. I went to the Alphas’ estate, which once felt like my home. But now, as I stood before the towering oak doors, I felt like an outsider.
The guards stiffened at my arrival. “Is Alpha Harper in his office?”
“Yes, Luna, but you can’t go in right now,” he said, shifting uneasily.