You Chose Her, Alpha. Now Watch Me Rise

Aurora

Three weeks ago, someone drugged me and delivered me like meat to a rogue pack.

I was beaten and interrogated. I barely escaped alive—shifting while halfconscious.

I mindlinked Alpha Dunstan—Help me.

But the bond stayed silent, cold, and empty.

Later, I found out why.

While I fought for my life, he was claiming his socalled childhood friend in the bed we used to share.

My wolf screamed as the mating mark burned off my skin.

I returned to the packhouse and found the pack celebrating a new Luna—while casting sneers and whispers my way. They called me a rogue, a disgrace. The woman who should’ve stayed dead.

But today, I found something worse.

A month ago, my fiveyearold pup was dying. She needed a rare blood transfusion only found in pureblood wolf lines. We had a donor lined up.

But Dunstan rerouted the donation to Aubrey, who claimed she had leukemia.

It wasn’t even urgent,” Aubrey said, twirling her hair with a mocking tilt of her head. “I just wanted that mutt gone. Better she died than let that little bloodline stain ours.”

And just like that, my daughter died. Not from illness. But because her own father no longer valued us—not even enough to let her live.

Rage simmered in my blood, hot and sharp, as I prepared for the Moonlight Gala. I was done being the victim, the forgotten, the disposable. I wouldn’t scream or cry. I would make them remember. Every. Single. Piece.

So on the Moonlight Gala, I gifted him a box with three items:

Aubrey’s forged medical report proving her leukemia was a lie.

The finalized divorce papers and the severed mate bond declaration—signed, sealed.

And finally, the wedding invitation bearing my name beside the most feared rogue king in all the territories.

—

I pushed the office doors open with both hands, not caring who was inside. My blood was still boiling.

Dunstan stood behind his desk, speaking to his Beta.

“You need to know something,” I said through a clenched jaw.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped. "Just because you've been around rogues doesn't mean you’ve lost all manners. Can’t you knock first?"

I marched up to the table and slammed both palms onto its surface, my glare locked on his.

"Aubrey confessed. She never had leukemia. She admitted she just wanted my daughter gone."

The Beta stiffened. Dunstan’s glare deepened before he waved his hand. "Leave us."

Once the door shut, his eyes bore into mine. "That’s why you barged into my meeting? We were discussing a security threat, Aurora. Rogues are circling our borders, and you interrupt me with your jealous accusations against my new Luna?"

"I'm not just accusing her," I shouted, stabbing a finger toward the door. "She told me herself! Those words came out of her own damn mouth!"

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of me. His hand wrapped around my throat. My back slammed into the wall.

"Do you think your emotions matter more than the safety of this pack?"

“You want the truth?" I hissed. "Our daughter died not from illness, but from your choices—because your Luna thought her death would be convenient."

His grip tightened.

"You think this is about Aubrey? This is about you and your choices. Your betrayal."

Inside me, my wolf snarled then whimpered, caught between growling in rage and curling up in defeat.

It was unfair! I was the one who had been cheated on, and yet here I was, accused of betrayal.

"This isn’t who you used to be," I croaked. "Ten years ago, you told me you didn’t care about your fated mate. That you wanted me instead. That you chose me."

He stared at me after I said the words, and for a second, he looked confused. Like he couldn’t understand how I, of all people, would say that to him.

Everything changed the moment his socalled childhood friend showed up, crying she was abused in her original pack. Dunstan let her stay as long as she wanted, not even asking for my opinion.

Even though I could notice their unusual stolen gaze and private talks, I let it. But that was my stupidest mistake. I let her crawl into our lives, and into our bed.

He scoffed. "You want to blame me for what you did? None of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t run off with rogues and tapped the information about my pack's resources."

I shouted through the pain. "I didn’t run! I was drugged!"

“Liar!”

The slap knocked the breath out of me. My body hit the wall again. I slid to the floor, tasting blood.

“You’re lucky I haven’t thrown you in the dungeons,” he growled. “Aubrey showed you mercy by letting you stay. She’s Luna now. You should bow to her.”

I met his eyes, blood smeared on my chin. “I will never bow to the woman who murdered my child.”

The second slap split my lip. The third had me spitting red.

The door creaked open. I heard her voice before I saw her.

“Babe, stop! You’re going to kill her!” Aubrey ran in, throwing her arms around him.

Dunstan loomed over me. “She can’t die that easily. She needs to learn.”

Aubrey kissed his shoulder, crooning softly. “Still, she’s not worth it.”

He sneered at me. “See that? Your Luna is kinder than you deserve.”

I couldn’t answer. My vision was blurring, my ribs screaming. But at the same time, my healing kicked in hard. Too fast. Bones resetting. Skin stitching.

His eyes narrowed.

“Even your body refuses to stay broken. Clean the blood off my floor until it shines. Then go clean the bedroom.”

Aubrey giggled. “Oh babe, not the bedroom. It still smells like us... sweat and everything. I don’t want your exwife handling that.”

“She’s not my ex yet,” Dunstan replied. “Unfortunately, she’s still my wife.”

I raised my head, barely breathing. “Then divorce me. Let me go. I’ll sign anything. Just let me leave.”

He crouched down. “So you can take half my fortune with you? I don’t think so. You’ll leave when I say. Not before.”

He shoved me aside and walked out, Aubrey clinging to him like a snake she was..

I sprawled on the floor. My sobs racked my chest, shaking my body with every breath I took.

Ten years. I stood beside this man for ten damn years, and now he calls me a liar. Now he’s stripped me down to omega like my veins don't contain alpha blood.

For the nights we stayed up talking about the future, and how we’d build a strong pack together.

The way he used to pull me close after a long day, whispering that he didn’t need fate to tell him I was his.

My hands trembled as I reached into the pocket of my apron and pulled out the phone.

I dialed the number of the man I never expected to reach out.

It rang once.

“Aurora?"

His voice was velvet and steel. And most importantly, forbidden.

"What can I help you with, little wolf?"

I swallowed hard. That 'little wolf' nickname did something to my nerves.

“Um, hello, Dominic,” I whispered. “I’m ready to accept your proposal. Just get me out of this pack.”

Aurora

“I want to assume you’re in your right senses as you say those words,” Dominic mused. “Because last I checked, you said you’d never ask a rogue like me for help.”

I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, swallowing down the shame. “I changed my mind.”

"You sure you're not just calling because you missed me, little wolf?"

"I’m not calling because I missed you... I’m calling because of your promise." My fingers twisted in the hem of my apron as I forced the words out. "Treat it like you handed me a gift certificate six years ago, and I’m just... finally cashing it in. That night you let me live, you gave me a chance. I’m taking it now."

Silence stretched on the other end, tense and unreadable.

My pulse stuttered. "You meant it, didn’t you? That I could call you when I changed my mind?"

Then came a soft, dark chuckle—one that wrapped around my nerves like smoke.

"Now that's more like it," he murmured. "Alright. I’ll fetch you at the Moonlight Gala. Be ready. And wear something scandalous. Wouldn’t want your Alpha to forget what he threw away."

Then the line went dead.

My chest rose and fell in uneven breaths as the memory of our first meeting.

That arrogant rogue. That infuriating, sharptongued man who should have left me to die but didn’t. Who haunted me with his promises.

I wasn’t sure if I was making the biggest mistake of my life.

Or finally reclaiming it.

My mind drifted back to the night he first spared my life.

Six years ago, a rogue siege was underway along Riverbank's northern border. I had been sent along with some scouts to the outskirts as a diplomatic envoy, told to negotiate peace with a rogue faction. Dunstan insisted it was safe.

But it was a trap.

I was tied to a tree, beaten, and readied for execution by sunrise. They called it justice for Riverbank's past sins.

That was the first time I saw Dominic.

Out of nowhere, a massive wolf lunged from the shadows of the firelit grove—dark as obsidian. His body slammed into the rogue holding the blade, fangs sinking deep with a sickening crunch.

The others shouted in shock, stepping back as the black wolf shifted midmotion, bones cracking and reforming into a tall, dangerous man whose wolf aura still shimmered around him like lightning stitched into his veins.

"You kill her and you start a war none of you are prepared to finish."

They called him mad. But no one dared stop him.

Dominic fished into my pocket and pulled out my phone, casually unlocking it like he’d done it a thousand times before. My brows furrowed. Then I gasped as he dialed a number and let it ring once—his own.

“What are you doing?” I asked, stunned.

He handed the phone back, his smirk slow and maddening. “Would you believe me if I said I saved you because I wanted us to be phone pals?”

I stared at him, speechless.

"Don’t mistake this for mercy," he said, now in a serious tone "I just don’t like cowards using women to fight their wars."

I ran, and the forest behind me burned. And after that day, the messages started coming.

[Still pretending he loves you?]

[One day, little wolf, you'll stop lying to yourself.]

[Next time, scream louder. I’ll be closer.]

I never answered. But I kept every message.

Aubrey's voice snapped me back to the present.

“Why are you so slow?”

I was in what used to be our bedroom—mine and Dunstan’s.

Now it reeked of sex and satin and betrayal. Lust hung thick in the air, along with bitter traces of her perfume and his sweat.

My hands scrubbed harder.

Aubrey strutted toward the bed, pointing to a deep stain on the desk. “Oh, forgive me for that,” she said sweetly. “Dunstan was working there last night, and I was working on him.” She giggled.

I didn’t look at her. I just kept cleaning, even though my stomach roiled and my throat burned with bile.

She continued talking, describing in crude detail the things they did in every corner of that room—on the rug, against the mirror, in the shower.

Even though I tried to block them out, the pain still seeped in.

Especially as I looked around.

Everything in that room was mine—my dresses, my jewelry, my memories. All handed to her like leftovers.

When Dunstan forced me into the servant quarters, Aubrey handed me a former maid’s torn apron and shoes.

When I finally finished, I straightened and murmured, “Excuse me, Luna. I have other things to do.”

“Wait.”

I paused, spine stiff.

“Anything else?” I asked without turning around.

She walked toward me, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

“Is this how stupid you are?” she sneered. “Still clinging to a man who sees you as trash? Honestly, I think he values garbage more.”

I turned to her slowly, meeting her gaze.

“If there’s someone stupid between us, it’s not me. Stupid is the one trying to fit herself into something that was never hers to begin with.”

She stiffened. Her wolf flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t attack.

I returned to the servant quarters and took a long, scalding shower. Scrubbing until my skin burned. Until the stench of them was gone. Until I could almost pretend I wasn’t suffocating.

When I stepped out, dripping wet, there were warriors in the room.

My body tensed.

“What’s the meaning of this?”

Aubrey stood in the corner, crying into her hands.

Dunstan barged in. “What happened, babe?”

She sobbed louder. “The bracelet you gave me… it’s gone.”

I blinked. “And what does that have to do with me?”

One of the warriors held something up—gold, glinting. “Luna, is this the one you’re looking for?”

Aubrey gasped. “Yes! That’s it!”

Then she glared at me.

“Why would you steal from me, Aurora? If you wanted jewelry, I could’ve given it to you as a gift.”

My mouth dropped open. “What—? I didn’t—!”

Dunstan’s voice cut through me. “I’m disappointed in you, Aurora. The more I tolerate you, the more disgrace you bring.”

“I didn’t steal it!” I shouted. “You think I would sink that low?”

But he wasn’t listening.

“Throw her into the Dire Oval.”

My blood froze. “No. Not there.”

He slapped me across the face, and I stumbled back, pain flaring.

“You’ll work day and night with the other slaves. Maybe then you’ll learn some respect.”

“Babe,” Aubrey said sweetly, pretending to plead. “Don’t be too cruel. Not that punishment.”

But Dunstan shook his head, jaw tight with mock regret. “Sorry, love. She crossed the line.”

Aubrey smiled like the snake she was as I was dragged out of the room, fists clenched, heart screaming.

But I didn’t fight. Not yet.

Aurora

This place used to be a silver mine, but now it was worse. A prison where they sent wolves to break us.

The silver in the walls burned if we shifted, so we didn’t. We just worked. And bled. And waited for something to change.

I was number 73 now. Not a name. Just a number.

“Move, 73!” a guard yelled, snapping a whip close to my back.

I kept dragging the heavy stones, hands raw and stinging. The others didn’t speak much. We didn’t have the strength.

One girl, young—maybe eighteen—collapsed beside me.

A guard stormed over, his face twisted in irritation, lifting his baton high above his shoulder. "Get up!" he shouted, though the girl hadn’t made a sound.

When she didn’t move, he brought the baton down—not once, but twice—slamming it against the stone just inches from her skull.

She shrieked, curling in on herself.

"She can’t even stand," I said quickly, stepping in front of her. "Her arm’s broken. She needs help."

He shoved me hard. I hit the wall and gasped.

“Don’t tell me how to do my job,” he said. “What, you think you’re still a Luna?”

He looked around at the other prisoners. “Everyone here deserves to be here. Especially you.”

He grabbed the girl and dragged her away. Her cries echoed down the tunnel.

At night, we slept on the cold floor. No beds. No blankets. Just dirt and pain.

But the worst pain didn’t come from the work.

It came from the bond.

Every time Dunstan touched Aubrey, I felt the mating bond twisted inside me like a knife. I curled into myself, biting my hand to stay quiet. Some nights, I failed. I screamed until my throat burned.

He didn’t care. He probably wanted me to feel it.

I used to love him. I used to believe him.

Now all I wanted was revenge.

Every night, I sat in my corner, dirty and bruised, planning. I drew lines in the dirt, whispered names under my breath, and begged the Moon Goddess to help me.

I had one hope left.

Dominic.

He said he’d come. He had to.

I was barely awake when someone grabbed me the next morning.

One grabbed me by the arm so roughly I thought it might pop from the socket. I clawed at the ground, but another yanked me by the hair. They didn’t care if I was awake or breathing—just that I moved.

“Get up, 73.”

I tried to fight, but I was weak. My body was shaking. I hadn’t eaten. I could barely see.

They dragged me out of the pit and threw me into the mud. My knees hit hard. My hands sunk into the filth.

I looked up and saw Aubrey.

“Bow to your Luna,” the warrior barked.

“I’d rather die,” I spat.

He raised a hand to hit me, but Aubrey stopped him.

“Leave us,” she said.

He stepped away.

“What do you want now?” I asked, voice rough. “Want to film how pathetic I look?”

She laughed. “Oh, you gave me a great idea.”

She pulled out her phone and started recording. “Look at her,” she said in a syrupy tone, stepping slowly around me like a predator circling its prey. “Former Luna, now just a filthy mutt in the mud. Face down like a kicked dog. Isn’t it tragic?”

My fists clenched in the mud. Every part of me wanted to lunge at her, to wipe that smirk off her face with blood and teeth. But I couldn’t—not yet.

She crouched low, angling the phone to catch every inch of dirt on my skin. Then she zoomed in on my bruised face and torn clothes. “This is what happens when you forget your place,” she continued. “Maybe I’ll send this to the council... or better yet, make it go viral in the territory’s network.”

She tilted the phone mockingly. “Smile for the rogues, sweetheart. They love a broken Luna story.”

I looked down at the mud.

Endure it, my wolf whispered. Soon she’ll beg for the same mercy she never gave.

Then I heard a voice I didn’t expect.

“Stop it, Aubrey.”

Dunstan.

Aubrey turned. “Babe?”

He didn’t even look at her.

“Get a maid,” he said. “Clean her up.”

Aubrey stared at him. “Why? She doesn’t deserve it.”

“I need her in the packhouse.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Need her? What, are you making her Luna again?”

He scoffed. “Of course not.”

I stood, shaking. Mud on my face. Fire in my chest.

“Then what?” I asked. “What do you want from me?”

I wanted to spit in his face. But I needed answers more than pride.

Aurora

I stood outside the study, still clutching the clipboard pressed to my chest, when I heard Dunstan and Aubrey arguing.

"Why bring her back to the packhouse? Is it because you won’t divorce her—and still plan to restore her as Luna?"

Dunstan scoffed. "I already have a Luna, and that’s you. Why be threatened by someone who’s already a loser?"

I knew he no longer loved me, but hearing the disdain in his voice seemed to crack my ribs into two.

"Then why?" Aubrey demanded.

"She may no longer be useful to me as a wife or Luna, but I need her brain. She’s good with paperwork and communications." Dunstan’s tone turned matteroffact. "There’s a deal that needs to be closed soon, and I’m assigning her as my temporary secretary to ensure it doesn’t fall through."

"What? No! You can’t be serious!"

"I am serious. If only you could do those things. When I handed you the inventory of our stockpiles, you didn’t even touch it." He exhaled loudly. "I was disappointed. You begged to be Luna, Aubrey, but you won’t even lift a finger to understand the logistics. What kind of Luna doesn’t know what her pack has in storage?"

"Umm..." Aubrey faltered. She shifted in her seat, eyes narrowing, but her voice softened when she finally spoke. "Of course, I’m not here to do those things. I’m your Luna. My task is to sit beside your throne, right?"

"Exactly. And that’s why I need Aurora for the real work," Dunstan said. "I won’t deny it—she’s good."

Aubrey's tone cooled. "Promise me you only brought her back for those things. Nothing else."

Dunstan let out a low laugh. "But of course. I’m not a dog who’ll consume something he already puked."

My fingers tightened around the clipboard.

I wanted to barge in, but instead, I stood frozen as my wolf said, 'Patience, Aurora. This is actually the opportunity we’ve been waiting for.'

I took a series of deep breaths and nodded.

Let them believe I’m broken.

I resumed my duties quietly, handling the council’s documents, read reports, and even presented summaries during meetings.

Dunstan was always impressed, though he barely said so aloud.

Aubrey, however, was always watching me.

One morning, I was preparing coffee in Dunstan’s office when he walked in.

"Thanks," he said as I handed it to him. But instead of drinking it immediately, he continued to gaze at me, saying, "You still haven’t changed, Aurora. Still got that exceptional ability."

I kept my tone cool, laying out the day’s paperwork. "You don’t need to flatter me so I won’t fail again."

He raised a brow. "I’m not flattering you. Just stating facts. I regret putting you in the Dire Oval. You didn’t deserve that."

My hand, which had been flipping through the pages stilled as I thought, 'And you don’t deserve my time either.'

I pushed the stack of reports toward him. "Here are the papers in their proper order. All you need to do is sign." I gave him an innocent smile.

He sat down, placing the untouched coffee beside him, and began signing the documents without reading. I stood by, composed and civil, watching the ink dry on decisions I no longer cared for.

Then the door burst open.

"Babe! Breakfast is ready!" Aubrey chimed. "I made your favorite coffee too."

Dunstan looked at the cup I had prepared.

"It’s okay," I said smoothly. "You don’t have to drink that. Please enjoy your breakfast. I’ll continue my work here."

He shrugged. "Alright. You drink it then. You need something in your stomach too."

I blinked. It was the first hint of concern I’d heard from him in a long time.

Aubrey's eyes narrowed. "Don’t get any ideas, omega. You may wear decent clothes now, but you still reek of desperation. This packhouse isn’t yours anymore. Remember that every time you breathe the air in here."

"Come on," Dunstan muttered, annoyed. "I don’t want negativity in the morning."

He pressed a kiss to her cheek. She giggled, pleased, and they left together.

Once they were gone, I returned to the desk and began sorting the signed papers.

My lips slowly curled.

He had no idea he had signed our divorce papers, along with the official severed mate bond declaration.

I was officially free and unmated.

Dominic

The bedroom was too masculine. All dark wood and sharp edges. It looked like it belonged to someone permanently angry. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching Tessa stroll in with her measuring tape and sketchpad.

"Make it unisex," I told her. "The current vibe is... testosterone and trauma."

Tessa gave me a look, one brow raised. "If I didn’t know this was just an arrangement, I’d think you had a crush on this Aurora."

I rolled my eyes, exhaling hard through my nose. "Just do the job."

She snorted but got to work.

Then my phone buzzed.

It was the office. My secretary’s voice came through the speaker. "Sir, I think you’ll want to see this. Riverbanks just submitted a bid for the Richmond account. And it’s... incredible."

I was already grabbing my coat.

Half an hour later, I stepped into the glass lobby of Richmond Tower. The city skyline blinked beyond the floortoceiling windows. My secretary handed me the file, and I flipped it open on the elevator ride.

Then I saw the name.

Prepared by: Aurora Aspen.

I smiled. Just slightly.

"We’ll choose this one," I said aloud.

In my mind: I’m choosing you.

Aurora

The signed divorce papers rested on my lap, finalized.

This wasn’t just a severance of bond. It was a burial of the past.

I picked up the phone and dialed the only number I trusted.

"Well, who’s calling me today?" Dominic's voice carried a lazy amusement. "My little wolf."

I rolled my eyes, shifting the phone from one ear to the other as I paced the room. "Can you stop calling me that? I have a name."

"If you say so. But since we’re getting married soon, I’ll call you my wife."

I paused as my jaw dropped. "What did you just say? That’s not in our agreement!"

He chuckled. "I don’t recall we’ve actually formulated one yet. But since we’re talking now, let me lay it out for you."

I didn’t protest, though I probably should’ve. I found myself listening, curious despite myself.

"I’ll get you out of Pack Hell. You’ll marry me and become Luna to the rogue factions. I need a partner—someone sharp and fearless—to strengthen my leadership. You gain safety. I gain power. It’s a winwin."

I bit my lower lip.

Was I walking into another matrimonial deal as a chosen, repeating the same mistakes again?

"I know what you’re thinking, little wolf," Dominic chuckled, breaking my train of thoughts. "But no. That’s not going to happen because first of all, there’s no love involved. Unless, you’re already in love with me?"

“Do I look like I’m searching for love?” My cheeks burned. "You are so full of yourself, you know that? But fine. I’ll agree to your deal. We’ll treat it as a business arrangement. Mutual benefits, nothing more."

He chuckled, low and sensual. "I knew you’d agree. You’re an intelligent woman."

His compliment only squeezed my heart. If that’s true, then why did I once believe Dunstan’s love?

Later that morning, I was collecting trash from the east wing of the packhouse, a task Aubrey had personally assigned—probably hoping to humiliate me.

I held my breath as I lifted the lid of Dunstan’s office bin, expecting the usual scraps of torn paper and halfeaten food.

But then I saw a pale blue folder, too clean for trash. It had slipped just beneath a crumpled council memo.

Curious, I pulled it out, and saw the name Aubrey Smith printed across the top, stamped with bold red letters: 'CONFIDENTIAL.'

I frowned.

My fingers moved before I could secondguess myself, flipping it open. The contents made my stomach knot.

She never had leukemia.

I slid the folder inside the bottom of the garbage bag, beneath layers of paper waste, and once outside, I carefully retrieved it.

That afternoon, I was instructed to bring food to Aubrey and her friends on the patio.

As I placed the dishes down, one of them laughed.

"I can’t believe this woman used to be a Luna," one of them sneered, eyeing me. "She looks more like a wornout housemaid than someone who once had a throne."

"Never would’ve guessed," another added with a scoff. "That’s why I don’t even glance at rogues. I don’t want my Alpha thinking I’ve caught something from the gutter."

"Seriously," a third piped in. "It’s like she was made for scrubbing floors. She probably smells like the dungeons she crawled out of."

"Oh, but that’s not the real reason she ended up like this." Aubrey leaned in with a wicked smirk as she gazed at me. "Dunstan just never loved her. Not even for a moment."

I took a slow breath, trying not to let my trembling fingers show. "Excuse me," I said calmly, turning to leave.

"Wait," Aubrey called sweetly. "I have a gift for you."

I turned back, wary. "A gift for what?"

She grinned. "The Moonlight Gala is happening soon. I already gave my friends their gowns. Of course, you get one too."

"Oh, you’re so generous to everyone, Luna," one of the women gushed.

Aubrey held out a glittering box wrapped with a dramatic silver bow and handed it to me.

I opened it. Inside lay a threadbare servant’s dress, the kind worn by omegas who scrubbed blood off the Dire Oval floors.

The girls burst into laughter. But I only smiled.

"Thank you," I said sweetly. "It suits you better. You wore it well before, didn’t you?"

The women glanced at each other, their lips parted.

And then one laughed as she tapped Aubrey's stiff shoulder.

"Wow, Aubrey. Even with the title and the spotlight, you still can’t outshine the former Luna. Kind of embarrassing, isn’t it? Especially when she's wearing rags and still makes you look secondrate."

Aubrey’s face twisted. Her hand shot forward, grabbing my hair with a shriek. "You smug little bitch!"

She pulled me down, nails clawing at my scalp, her fists slamming against my shoulder as she shrieked. My back hit the wall hard.

"What right do you have to embarrass me in front of my friends? Do you really want to see what I can do to a trash like you?”

Pain exploded behind my eyes, sending a sharp flash through my skull.

It triggered the memory of my daughter’s lifeless body. Her death collided with Dunstan’s betrayals. The laughter, the lies, the humiliation.

They all burn together.

It was then that my wolf erupted in a flash of black and white, larger than before, midnight fur streaked with silver at the tips.

Aubrey screamed and stumbled back, scrambling against the wall.

"WWhat? When did your coat change like that?!"

Her friends backed away, speechless. Fear replacing their earlier mockery.

Just then, Dunstan stormed in.

"Aurora! Shift back! Now!"

I turned my glowing eyes toward him. And for the first time, I felt nothing.

His Alpha command held no power over me now.

But I shifted anyway. Not for him. For my plan.

I stood tall, breathing slow, anger locked behind my spine.

"I thought I could trust you," Dunstan spat. "But you’re still feral. You don’t belong in this packhouse anymore. I’m sending you back to the Dire Oval. Permanently."

Aubrey, still panting, wiped her tears and clung to his arm. "But babe, your deals... You need a secretary, right?"

"I already closed the deal with Mr. Richmond. I no longer need a servant who thinks she's royalty."

She smiled behind his back.

"If only you were good, Aurora," she said with fake sadness. "But you chose this fate. We didn’t want to hurt you."

"Guards," Dunstan barked. "Escort her back to the Dire Oval."

He didn’t look at me as the warriors ungracefully dragged me away.

As we walked into the forest, a small backpack was slung over one of my shoulders as Dunstan had allowed me to take a few belongings.

What he didn’t know was that the most important ones were hidden beneath the lining of my shirt, strapped tightly against my body.

Outside the gates, dusk had begun to fall.

But then a howl ripped through the air, making the warriors freeze in their tracks.

"Rogues!"

Gray wolves burst from the shadows, instantly killing the nearest warrior they see.

I hit the ground as a massive wolf lunged over me.

I curled up, bracing for the pain that never came.

"Ready for the big night?"

I opened my eyes slowly and spotted a massive black wolf standing over me.

One of the guards tried to rise, but the wolf was faster. After slitting his throat, he turned to me, tilting his massive head.

Then he shifted to his human form an

"Ready for the big night?"

“Yes.”

——

Dunstan

"Gentlemen, let me introduce the woman beside me. This is Aubrey, my Luna."

The other Alphas and their mates nodded politely.

The Moonlight Gala wasn’t just a fancy event.

People attended, but they weren’t just here to dance.

Deals were made between wine refills, and reputations were made or broken depending on how smart or stupid you acted.

We were in the middle of a casual conversation with some council members and visiting leaders when Alpha Magnus’s Luna asked a question that made my jaw clench.

"Where’s Aurora?"

I cleared my throat and kept my tone even. "She committed a crime against our pack. I had to punish her."

Before I could say more, Aubrey chimed in with that sugary voice of hers. "It’s just to prove that our Alpha is a fair one. Regular pack member or not, he treats everyone equally and holds them accountable."

I nodded along, trying to look unaffected.

But something churned in my chest.

I still thought of Aurora more than I wanted to admit. I hated how she kept showing up in my head, uninvited. I told myself it was just guilt.

That’s when I spotted Mr. Richmond.

I tapped Aubrey's elbow. "I need to speak with him. Of all the bids, he chose mine. Now he's part of our board members. You should thank him too.”

She smiled. "Of course. I do wonder what pack he belongs to. I’ve never heard of any Alpha named Richmond in the North."

I chuckled. "Who cares? What matters is he’s rich and influential. Thanks to…"

I paused.

My tongue nearly said it.

'Thanks to Aurora. Hell, she wasn’t even part of the final meetings, but the damn report she wrote impressed him so much it sealed the deal.'

We approached him as he stood among guests.

Mr. Richmond was a headturner, alright. Clean cut. Tall. The kind of man that walked like he owned the room. He couldn’t be more than a few years older than me, but his suit looked like it cost more than my car.

I’ll admit it—I envied him a bit. But he didn’t have Alpha blood, and I did. That gave me confidence.

"Mr. Richmond," I said, holding out my hand. "Pleasure to finally meet in person. Thank you for choosing our pack."

He shook my hand with a relaxed grip. "Pleasure’s mine. The presentation was very impressive."

I nodded. "I’d like to introduce you to my Luna. Aubrey."

He gave her a polite smile and a nod but didn’t seem all that interested.

Aubrey tilted her head. "Do you already have someone, Mr. Richmond? Or are you here alone tonight?"

He chuckled lightly, about to speak when the whole room shifted.

Eyes turned to the entrance. I followed the stares, and my whole body stiffened.

She was stunning. Long legs in a sleek, black dress that hugged every curve.

Her hair was up, neck bare, lips red. Expensive. Confident. Powerful.

My jaw tensed. Aurora?

She walked straight toward us.

Aubrey sneered. "What’s the meaning of this? Why are you here?"

Aurora smiled coldly. "That’s a rude question to ask a former Luna."

I stared at her. "You’re supposed to be in the Dire Oval."

"I was," she said calmly. "But obviously, I’m not there now."

Aubrey’s voice turned shrill as her hand flew up and pointed toward Aurora. Her face was red with anger, eyes wide. "Guards! Pick this woman up. She’s not part of this event."

Aurora looked around and turned back to Aubrey with a shrug. "Still not figuring out who doesn’t belong here? Notice how no one moved."

Aubrey turned to me. "Do something! This rogue is humiliating us."

I glared at Aurora. "You’re going back to the Dire Oval. Just let me finish this event, and I’ll find out who helped you. He’ll be reported to the High Council."

Mr. Richmond finally spoke. His face went dark.

"That’s very disrespectful to the future wife of Richmond Enterprises’ CEO."

I was stunned in my place. "What?"

“I was the one who helped her.” He reached for Aurora’s hand and kissed it. "Aurora is my fiancée, by the way."

I let out a nervous laugh, but it died quickly when I realized no one else was laughing. "No. That can’t be. She’s still my wife. She’s my mate."

Aurora tilted her head slightly. "You really think a bond you took for granted would still be waiting for you after everything you did? You didn’t just lose a mate, Dunstan. You threw her away. Literally in the Dire Oval."

Just then, a courier appeared with a box and placed it on the table.

"What’s this?" I asked.

Aurora crossed her arms as she tipped her chin to the box. "Open it. That's my gift for you."

I opened the box slowly. At first, I saw just paper. Then my eyes landed on the words.

At the top of the stack was the first page—divorce papers. Below it, the mate bond severance form.

It was my damn handwriting. No denying it. Signed and dated like I knew what I was doing.

"No..." My hand flew to my neck.

I barely felt Aubrey’s hand grabbing my arm. All I could think about was how and when she got me to sign. And how the hell I didn’t notice the mark on my neck had already vanished.

I stared at her, rage creeping in. "You had me sign blindly?"

Aubrey hissed. "I told you she’s a deceiver. You shouldn’t have brought her back into the packhouse, let alone made her your secretary."

Aurora’s face was bored. "Between us, I’m not the manipulator. See for yourself."

She pointed to another folder in the box.

My hands trembled as I opened it.

It was Aubrey’s medical file.

I flipped through it fast, searching for any sign this was some mistake. But there it was in black and white. No leukemia. No diagnosis. Just page after page of falsified crap.

I looked at Aubrey, shaking. "You never had leukemia? My pup died for nothing?"

"Babe, I can explain—"

"This explains everything."

Aurora looked amused. She glanced at Mr. Richmond. "Let’s go. We have a wedding to attend."

He smiled at her, leaned in, and kissed her lips.

My wolf growled.

"No! This can’t be. You’re not marrying him. You’re just doing this to punish me."

Mr. Richmond cocked his head slightly, a slow grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Punishing you? That’s an odd choice of words. We’re actually here to give you something special—our wedding invitation. Thought it’d be more satisfying delivered in person."

My eyes almost popped out of its socket as I stared at the last content of the box.

Inside was a golden wedding invitation. Their names—Aurora Aspen and Dominic Richmond—printed in elegant script.

I heard my own voice break free.

"No!"

"Oh, and one more thing. Since we finalized the business agreement, ninetyfive percent of your properties and stocks now belong to me."

I blinked hard, trying to shake off the haze that had wrapped around me ever since I saw those documents. "HHow?"

"Ask your stockholders why they sold their shares."

He turned back to Aurora, offering his arm. She took it. They walked away, smiling, like they owned the whole damn world.

People were clapping, and smiling at them like they were royalty.

On the other hand, my whole system had gone numb.

She looked so composed. So goddamn powerful. Her shoulders squared, her head held high, eyes steady.

Before I knew it, I was advancing in Aurora’s direction, chasing her.

But Aubrey was beside me, crying. "Babe, don’t leave me. Please—"

I pushed her away and ran after Aurora.

"Aurora! Please. Stop."

She paused. Then she leaned in close to Richmond, whispered something into his ear.

He gave a small nod and stepped aside. But the grin on his face was directed at me.

"We don’t have to go this far," I said, attempting to hold her hand but she yanked it away with brows raised.

"I’m sorry. I know I was wrong. I know you’re doing this because of me. But we can fix this. Just give me another chance."

She stared at me. Her green eyes were like ice.

"I’m sorry, Dunstan, but I’m not a dog who consumes something he already puked."

She turned and walked away. Arminarm with the man who destroyed me.

And everyone cheered for her.