Blood instantly soaked Clara's white dress. Her right arm was broken, and she curled up on the ground in pain.

I looked at her calmly as she lay in a pool of blood.

"I prefer to have my revenge on the spot. That's just who I am." My voice was eerily calm. "You always have to pay the price if you destroy something that someone treasures."

Guests around us gasped, stepping back in shock. Some people shrieked while others started recording on their phones, and a growing crowd whispered anxiously.

"Oh my god, she actually hit her!"

"That was a silver trophy… Do you know how bad that is for werewolves?"

"Clara's arm is ruined!"

I ignored all of it and left that suffocating room. Then, heavy footsteps pounded behind me.

"Aurora!"

Damian's voice thundered with a rage I had never heard from him before.

I stopped and turned around slowly.

He was marching toward me from the crowd. A small, expensive vial of healing potion in his hand. It was clearly meant for Clara.

There was fire in his eyes—a fury I had never seen before.

"Why did you hurt her?!" He grabbed my wrist, squeezing so hard it felt like he would break my bones. I looked at him, a bitter smile forming inside.

I forced my voice to stay steady. "She destroyed my mother's painting."

"Even if she did, you can't hurt her!" Damian snapped at me. "She's always been so fragile! Do you even know what silver can do to her?"

That was the final straw. The thing that broke me completely.

So, it didn't matter what she did, or how much she had hurt me. In his heart, Clara would always be the one who couldn't be touched, the precious treasure.

And I? I was always the troublemaker who never matured.

Damian let go of me and rushed to Clara, immediately checking on her injury.

"Does it hurt?" His voice was full of concern. "Don't be scared. I'll fix it."

Clara leaned weakly against him, tears streaming down her face. "It hurts, Damian. Is my hand ruined?"

"It won't be. I won't let anything happen to you." Damian carefully poured the potion on her wound.

I stood there, watching it all, feeling everything inside me turn to ice.

"Get security," Damian ordered his men, not even looking back at me. "Lock Aurora up in the isolation cell for attacking a pack member."

The isolation cell.

It was where the Pack punished criminals who broke laws. The walls were made of pure silver. It could bring great harm to the werewolves inside.

If one were lucky, one would get away with rotting skin. If not, one might end up with neurological damage.

"Damian…" I tried to speak, but his cold eyes silenced me.

"That's enough," he said, his voice cold. "You have to face the consequences this time."

Two Pack Guards came over and locked silver cuffs around my wrists. The instant the cold metal touched my skin, the searing pain made me shudder.

As I was dragged away, I looked back one last time. Damian was still holding Clara, taking her for medical help—he never once looked at me.

As if I had never mattered at all.

The heavy silver door into the isolation cell clanged shut. Silver walls glared under the lights, and even the air itself felt full of something that made every werewolf's skin crawl.

Those three days in the cell were the worst days I had ever known.

I slid down the freezing wall, letting the silver cuffs bite deep into my wrists, leaving bloody marks.

I lost all sense of time, until I heard footsteps from outside.

A group of unfamiliar Pack Guards burst in, eyes full of malice.

"So this is the one who hurt Miss Clara?"

"She doesn't look like much."

I got to my feet, staying wary, but the silver cell had sapped my strength.

"Who sent you?" I asked weakly.

"Alpha Damian, of course. He said you needed some punishment," the leader replied.

I couldn't believe it. Even if he wanted to punish me, I never thought he'd go this far. But I couldn't think anymore as the pain overcame my senses.

The first punch slammed into my stomach, making me bend over.

Then came the second, the third…

I gritted my teeth, refusing to make a sound.

"Still trying to act tough?" one of them sneered. "Let's see how long you last."

I lost track of how many blows I took. Eventually, I collapsed on the floor, blood dripping from my lips and staining the silver floor.

Three days later, Damian finally came to let me out.

"Did you learn your lesson this time?"

That familiar voice echoed through the door.

I looked up, and saw Damian standing there with vision blurred, his voice colder than ever.

After I left the isolation cell, my injuries were so severe that I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, Damian was sitting beside my hospital bed. He looked tired.

"How are you feeling?" His tone was calm, as if nothing had happened at all.

I stared at him in silence, refusing to answer.

The silver had ravaged my body. My throat was so painful I could barely make a sound. And honestly, I didn't want to speak at all.

"Aurora, I want to ask you a question." Damian frowned, clearly irritated by my silence.

Still, I said nothing, just gazing out the window.

The tension in the room grew thick.

Just then, I heard a healer call out in the hallway.

"Alpha Damian! Clara is screaming she's in pain again!"

Damian got up right away, not even looking at me.

"Think about what you've done," he said before rushing out of the room.

Clara sent me messages every day about how Damian was taking care of her. I ignored them all.

Three days later, the doctor told me I could be discharged. As I was packing, the door was slowly pushed open.

Clara stepped in, wearing a hospital gown and thick bandages on her right arm, looking as delicate and pitiful as ever.

"Aurora, you're leaving already?" Her voice was just as sweet as always.

I ignored her, focusing on packing my things.

"Did you know?" Clara came over, voice full of pride. "Damian spent three million hiring the best healer for me. He said he wouldn't leave even a single scar on my hand. Not even a little."

My hands paused for a second, then kept moving.

"Oh, I forgot. You were locked up in the isolation cell thanks to his personal orders. That must have been rough, huh?" Clara said with fake concern. "Getting beaten up isn't fun, is it? All I had to do was mention that I wanted you to suffer a little."

She crouched down in front of me, staring me straight in the eyes. "Want to know why? Why does Damian never hesitate to believe me over you?"

I stopped whatever I was doing and coldly gazed back at her.

"That's because…" Clara's smile turned even brighter. "Damian and I have known each other since we were kids. We understand each other better than anyone.

"When I was fifteen, right before we almost got together, I was attacked while protecting him. After that, I had to go abroad for treatment. That's the only reason we were apart. He has always been concerned about me, and he'd personally come to check on my status every year."

Her smile turned cruel as she continued, "Do you really think you mattered? You are just a replacement."

I clenched my fists, barely holding myself together.

"Now that I'm back, it won't be long before I become the official Luna of the Blackmoon Pack," Clara said smugly. "And you? You were destined to only be a guest in all of this."

Then she slipped right back into her sweet, innocent act. "But in all honesty, I should thank you."

"Thank me?" My voice was rough and hoarse.

"Yes. If you hadn't always been stirring up trouble, Damian wouldn't have realized who he really cared about." Clara smiled sweetly. "Every time you caused something, he just pitied me even more. Poor, innocent me. And did you know? I was the one who suggested Damian talk to your father about disciplining you."

My blood ran cold.

"I told Damian that my stepfather's daughter was bullying me, and maybe he could help teach you a lesson." Clara's grin stretched even wider. "He agreed right away. Imagine that."

"He disciplined you so well… Dragging you into his bed and making you fall for him without even trying. I was angry at first, but then I found this."

Clara pulled a small camera from her bag.

"Turns out, to discipline you better, Damian installed this in your room. All the footage goes straight to his private computer. I'm sure he has already saved every intimate video of you two locked away somewhere safe."

She kept gloating.

"He was sleeping with you so he could hand me all those recordings if I ever needed leverage to strike back."

I could feel the world spinning and my ears ringing.

"After all, you're so proud. If I'm holding your private videos, would you ever dare go against me?"

With that, Clara stood up and straightened her gown.

"Well, I should get going. Damian's waiting for me to have lunch."

She smiled, then left, quietly closing the door behind her.

My hands shook as I called for a car to the manor.

An hour later, I stood in front of Damian's study on the second floor. The room he had never allowed me to enter.

I pushed open the door and walked to the only computer inside. My hands trembled as I turned it on. When I clicked on the folder marked with a date on the desktop, my legs gave out, and I collapsed to my knees.

The screen was filled with videos of me and Damian.

Moments I thought belonged to just the two of us in memories, now all captured and stored.

Different angles, different times, like a carefully edited documentary.

So…

Everything had been a lie from the very beginning.

I picked up my phone and called my father, my hands still shaking.

"Aurora? I thought you said you were cutting all ties with us," he answered coldly. "Remember, you promised to go to the Risingdawn Pack. Don't forget your words."

"I want to ask you something." I tried to keep my voice steady. "Back then, was it Damian who came to you first about disciplining me?"

There was a brief silence.

"Yes," my father finally admitted. "He said Clara mentioned you were always bullying her and asked if he could step in. He traded for you with valuable territory. To be honest, I thought it was a good deal. You were always going against me, so I figured I'd let him handle the trouble."

My phone slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a sharp crack.

So, it was all true.

I wasn't some fated mate. We weren't destined for each other.

I was just a nuisance that was despised, traded away like some merchandise.

And Damian took me in only to help the woman he really loved.

I looked around at all the photos of Clara, then at the shameful footage on the computer screen, and I finally couldn't hold it in. I started laughing.

Laughter echoed through the room, sharp and empty.

I laughed until tears streamed down my cheeks.

I laughed as it mixed with my tears.

Aurora, you really were a joke.

Sold off by your father, played with by Damian like a toy, and then used as a stepping stone by Clara.

You were just a pitiful little fool from the beginning to the end.

The laughter finally faded.

I wiped my tears and dragged out the suitcase I had packed long ago.

Before leaving, I grabbed a box of matches from the kitchen. I was going to burn all my designs and all those shameful scenes.

Watching the flames devour those fake happy memories, I felt a rare, almost fierce sense of relief.

Since it was all a lie, let it all turn to ash.

At the door, I saw the silver dagger Damian had once given me. He had said it was meant for our bonding ceremony someday.

What a laughable promise!

I suddenly laughed, picked up the knife, and stabbed my arm without hesitation. Blood gushed out, splattering across the white marble floor.

The pain brought everything into focus.

Consider this the ending ritual for our so-called relationship.

Then, I heard the sounds of a car engine outside.

Damian was back.

I heard his hurried footsteps, the door slamming open, his panicked shout as he saw the flames.

"Aurora! Where are you? Aurora!"

He rushed to the entryway, then saw the blood and the knife in my hand, and his face instantly turned pale.

"What are you doing?!" He tried to grab me, but I stepped back.

"It's nothing." I looked at him calmly.

"Are you crazy?!" Damian's eyes were full of anger and worry. "Put the knife down, now!"

I shook my head, a strange smile on my lips.

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, finally, just one line came from him.

"Happy now? You burned the house down. Do you feel any better?"

I looked up at him.

Those eyes that had once been full of love were now cold and empty. I looked at Damian as if he were a stranger, not saying a single word.

Just then, his Beta, Marcus, hurried in. "Alpha, the Pack Council's emergency meeting is starting soon. You need to leave immediately! The private jet is ready."

I looked at Damian. After a moment's hesitation, he said to Marcus, "Have someone take her to Blue Mountain Villa. Twenty-four-hour supervision."

"I'm not going." My voice was steady. "I'm going home."

"You're not going anywhere…"

"I'm going to where I belong," I whispered, barely loud enough for myself to hear. "We're done, Damian."

With that, I walked out the door.

Damian wanted to follow, but his assistant urged him again, "Alpha, we really can't delay this anymore!"

In the end, he made his choice and got in the car.

I didn't look back as I left the estate I had once thought was home.

In the cover of the night, I went to the airport.

Two planes took off at the same time, flying in opposite directions.

One headed north to the business center. The other south, to the Risingdawn Pack's territory.

Our paths would never cross again.