The summons came three days after I signed the preliminary transfer papers. A young Delta wolf knocked on my basement door, his expression a mixture of pity and discomfort.

"Luna Victoria requests your presence in the great hall immediately," he said, avoiding my eyes.

I nodded, smoothing down my oversized sweater. The pregnancy wasn't visible anymore—not since I'd given up my pup—but the emptiness remained, a hollow ache that never subsided.

The great hall was eerily quiet when I entered. Victoria sat alone on her new throne—a gaudy thing with silver inlays that Ethan had commissioned for her. She wore a crimson dress that accentuated her slender figure, her dark hair cascading over one shoulder in perfect waves.

"There you are," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I was beginning to think you were ignoring my summons."

"I came as quickly as I could," I replied softly, keeping my eyes downcast.

Victoria rose from her throne, circling me slowly like a predator assessing its prey. "I've been thinking about your... situation."

My heart stuttered in my chest. "My situation?"

"Don't play dumb, Olivia. It doesn't suit you." Her perfectly manicured nails traced a line across my shoulders, making me flinch. "Your little secret. The pup. The adoption."

I froze, my breath catching painfully in my throat. "How did you—"

"I'm the Luna now," Victoria cut in, her smile sharp as a blade. "Nothing happens in this pack without my knowledge."

She moved to stand directly in front of me, forcing me to look into her cold eyes. "I wonder what the neighboring packs would think if they knew. An omega so desperate she tried to trap an Alpha with a pregnancy, then abandoned her own pup when it didn't work."

"Please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "No one needs to know."

"You're right," Victoria agreed, her tone suddenly businesslike. "No one needs to know—as long as you make yourself useful to me."

"Useful?"

"As my personal omega servant." Her smile widened at my shocked expression. "You'll attend to my needs, serve at my gatherings, and make yourself invisible unless I require your presence. In return, your pathetic little secret stays between us."

The walls seemed to close in around me. This was worse than I'd imagined—not just humiliation, but prolonged servitude to the woman who had stolen everything from me.

"Do we have an agreement?" Victoria prompted, her eyes glittering with triumph.

What choice did I have? If word spread about the adoption, no pack would ever accept me. I'd be cast out, a rogue with no protection, no home.

"Yes," I whispered, the word tasting like ash in my mouth.

"Excellent," Victoria purred. "You can start tonight. We're hosting the neighboring Alphas for dinner."

* * *

The formal dinner was a nightmare brought to life. I stood behind Victoria's chair, dressed in the plain gray uniform of a serving omega, my hair pulled back severely from my face. The visiting Alphas barely spared me a glance as I moved silently around the table, refilling wine glasses and removing empty plates.

"More wine, Alpha Jensen?" I asked quietly, approaching a burly man with a salt-and-pepper beard.

"Yes," he grunted, not bothering to look up.

As I poured, Victoria's voice cut through the dinner conversation. "It's truly sad, isn't it, how some omegas can't even claim their own mates?"

My hand trembled, nearly spilling the wine.

"They throw themselves at Alphas, desperate for attention," Victoria continued, her eyes fixed on me as she spoke to her dinner guests. "As if an Alpha would ever choose such a pathetic creature for a Luna."

Laughter rippled around the table. My cheeks burned with humiliation as I carefully set down the wine bottle and stepped back into the shadows.

"Some are so delusional they actually believe they're loved," Victoria added, her voice carrying clearly across the room. "When they're nothing more than a convenient distraction."

Ethan, seated at the head of the table, said nothing to stop her. He merely sipped his wine, his expression unreadable as his fiancée publicly tormented me.

I caught my mother's eye across the room. For a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—concern, perhaps, or regret—but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. She turned away, engaging Alpha Jensen's mate in conversation as if I didn't exist.

By the time the dinner ended, my legs ached from standing and my soul felt bruised from Victoria's relentless barbs. I retreated to my basement room, collapsing onto my thin mattress as tears threatened to spill.

I couldn't do this. I couldn't survive a lifetime of serving Victoria, of enduring her cruelty while Ethan looked on in silence.

With shaking hands, I reached for the one comfort I had left—my mind-link with NightWolf.

*NightWolf?* I called silently, desperately. *Are you there?*

The response came immediately, warm and concerned. *I'm here, little one. What's wrong?*

And then the dam broke. Through our mental connection, I poured out everything—Victoria's threats, the dinner, the endless humiliation. I told NightWolf about the adoption papers, about the hollow ache in my chest where my pup should be.

*I can't do this anymore,* I sobbed mentally. *I'm not strong enough.*

There was a long pause, and when NightWolf's voice returned, it carried a new edge—something dangerous and determined.

*You won't have to endure this much longer, little one. I promise you that.*

*How?* I asked, desperation coloring my thoughts. *There's no escape for me.*

*There is,* came the reply, firm and certain. *And I'm going to help you find it.*

I didn't understand what NightWolf meant, but for the first time in months, I felt something other than despair—a tiny flicker of hope, fragile but persistent.

What I didn't know was that miles away, in a palace I'd never seen, the Lycan King was already setting a plan in motion that would change everything.

The breakfast table had never felt smaller. I stared at the cold porridge in my bowl, my appetite completely gone as my mother's words echoed in the cramped basement kitchen.

"I've arranged your mating," she announced, not bothering to look up from the pack's social register she was reading. "With the Lycan King."

My spoon clattered against the ceramic bowl. "What?"

"Don't act so shocked." She finally lifted her gaze, her eyes cold and calculating. "You should be grateful. After your... situation with Ethan, no respectable Alpha would have you. The Lycan King is your only option."

"But he's—" I swallowed hard, remembering the rumors. "They say he was attacked by rogues. That he can barely walk."

"Which is why he'll accept damaged goods like you." My mother's lips curved into a thin smile. "His weakness is our opportunity. Once you're mated to royalty, even as his caretaker, our family's status will finally rise where it belongs."

I pressed my hands against my stomach, feeling the phantom ache where my pup had once grown. "When?"

"Tomorrow night. The Sacred Moonlight Clearing." She stood, smoothing her dress with satisfaction. "Try not to embarrass me more than you already have."

As her footsteps faded up the stairs, I remained frozen at the table. The Lycan King. Alexander Blackwood. I'd heard whispers of his power before the attack, how his mere presence could bring Alphas to their knees. Now, apparently, we were both broken things being forced together.

*NightWolf?* I reached out through our mind-link, desperate for comfort.

But for the first time in months, there was only silence.

* * *

The Sacred Moonlight Clearing had never looked more beautiful or more terrifying. Ancient oaks formed a natural cathedral, their branches intertwining overhead to create a canopy that filtered the moon's silver light. Pack members from both Silver Moon and visiting dignitaries filled the space, their whispers creating a low hum of anticipation.

I stood at the entrance in a simple white dress my mother had grudgingly provided, my hands trembling as I clutched a small bouquet of moonflowers. At the far end of the clearing, a figure sat motionless in an ornate wheelchair.

Alexander Blackwood.

Even seated, even supposedly weakened, his presence dominated the space. Dark hair fell across his forehead, and though I couldn't see his eyes clearly from this distance, I felt the weight of his gaze as I began the long walk down the aisle.

My mother stood near the front, her face glowing with barely concealed triumph. Victoria was there too, draped in expensive silk, her arm linked possessively through Ethan's. Her smile was sharp as our eyes met, a clear reminder of everything I'd lost.

The officiant, an elderly wolf with silver threading through his beard, began the traditional words as I reached Alexander's side. Up close, I could see the sharp angles of his face, the way his hands gripped the wheelchair's arms with controlled tension.

"...and as the Moon Goddess bears witness to this union..." the officiant droned on.

I kept my eyes downcast, unable to meet Alexander's gaze directly. This was just another transaction, another humiliation to endure.

"If any present have cause to object to this mating, speak now or—"

"I have something to say."

The voice was deep, resonant, and it came from Alexander. The clearing fell silent as he placed his hands on the wheelchair's arms and, with visible effort, began to rise.

Gasps echoed through the crowd as the Lycan King stood to his full height. He swayed slightly, one hand gripping the arm of his chair for support, but his eyes—God, his eyes were like molten silver in the moonlight, and they were fixed on my mother.

"Margaret Reed," he said, and though his voice was quiet, it carried the unmistakable weight of Lycan authority. "Before I take your daughter as my mate, there are things that must be addressed."

My mother's triumphant expression faltered. "Your Majesty?"

"Did you think I wouldn't know?" His free hand clenched into a fist, and I felt the air itself grow heavy with his barely contained fury. "The basement room. The servitude. The years of emotional starvation you inflicted on your own daughter?"

The crowd stirred uneasily. My cheeks burned with humiliation as our private shame was laid bare.

"I don't know what lies Olivia has told you—" my mother began.

"Silence." The single word cracked like a whip, and my mother's mouth snapped shut. Alexander's aura flared, dark and dangerous despite his physical weakness. "I know exactly how you've treated her. Every cruel word. Every calculated neglect. Every time you stood by while others tormented her."

He turned slightly, his gaze finding Victoria and Ethan in the crowd. Both of them paled under his scrutiny.

"Let me be crystal clear," Alexander continued, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper that somehow everyone could hear. "Olivia will be my mate. My Luna. My Queen. Anyone who has harmed her in the past will pray I don't learn of it. Anyone who harms her in the future..."

He didn't need to finish the threat. The promise of retribution hung in the air like a blade.

"As for you, Margaret," he turned back to my mother, who had shrunk into herself, "if I learn of one more instance of abuse, one more cruel word, one more moment of neglect toward your daughter, your banishment from all allied packs will be the least of your concerns. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," my mother whispered, her face ashen.

Alexander nodded once, then slowly lowered himself back into the wheelchair. The effort had clearly cost him, sweat beading on his forehead, but his eyes remained sharp and protective as they found mine.

"Shall we continue?" he asked the officiant, who quickly stammered through the rest of the ceremony.

When it came time for the mating bite, Alexander merely brushed his lips against my neck, a gesture that fulfilled the ritual without truly claiming me. The crowd seemed to exhale collectively as the ceremony concluded.

As pack members began to disperse, murmuring amongst themselves about what they'd witnessed, Alexander caught my wrist gently.

"We need to talk," he said quietly. "Privately."

* * *

The chamber Alexander had been given in the packhouse was surprisingly modest, though I suspected that was by choice rather than assignment. He wheeled himself to the window while I stood awkwardly near the door, unsure what to expect from my new mate.

"You can sit," he said without turning around. "You're not a servant here."

I perched on the edge of a chair, my hands folded tightly in my lap. "Why did you do that? Defend me?"

"Because it needed to be done." He turned to face me, and in the soft lamplight, I could see the exhaustion lining his features. "And because I meant what I said. You're under my protection now."

"But you don't even know me."

"I know enough." His expression softened slightly. "I know you've been hurt. I know you've lost things that can never be returned. And I know you didn't choose this mating any more than I did."

The honesty in his words made my throat tight. "Then why agree to it?"

"Alliance. Protection. Mutual benefit." He moved closer, and I caught a scent like pine forests after rain. "Your mother saw an opportunity to gain status through my supposed weakness. I saw an opportunity to gain a mate who wouldn't be after my power."

"Because you don't have any anymore?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.

To my surprise, his lips quirked in what might have been amusement. "Something like that."

He reached into his jacket and withdrew a rolled parchment. "These are the terms of our arrangement. You'll have your own chambers, your own household staff, and complete autonomy over your daily life. I won't force anything physical between us. You're free to come and go as you please within the bounds of safety."

I stared at the parchment, then at him. "What do you get out of this?"

"A Luna to fulfill pack expectations. Someone who won't scheme for power or try to manipulate me." His silver eyes held mine. "And perhaps, in time, a companion who understands what it means to rebuild from ruins."

The words resonated deeper than I expected. We were both broken in different ways—him physically, me emotionally. Maybe that commonality could be enough.

"There's one more thing," he added, his tone growing serious. "The people who hurt you—your mother, your sister, that Alpha—they'll try to test the boundaries of my protection. When they do, I need you to tell me. No suffering in silence. No accepting abuse to keep the peace. You're a Lycan Queen now, whether you feel like one or not."

I nodded slowly, though the concept felt foreign. After years of keeping my head down, of enduring in silence, the idea of having someone willing to defend me was almost incomprehensible.

"I'll try," I whispered.

"That's all I ask." He wheeled back toward the window, giving me space. "Your chambers are in the east wing. Take tonight to settle in. Tomorrow, we'll discuss the journey to the Lycan territory."

I stood to leave, then paused at the door. "Alexander?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For what you said to my mother. No one's ever..." I trailed off, unable to finish.

"No one ever should have had to," he replied quietly. "Rest well, Olivia. You're safe now."

As I made my way to the east wing, I felt NightWolf's presence brush against my mind, warm and comforting after the earlier silence.

*You did well, little one.*

*I'm scared,* I admitted.

*I know. But you won't face this alone. Not anymore.*

There was something odd in NightWolf's tone, a certainty that seemed deeper than mere encouragement. But I was too emotionally drained to analyze it.

What I didn't know was that just down the hall, the Lycan King sat in the darkness, finally allowing his mask of weakness to slip as a satisfied smile played across his lips. The first phase of his plan was complete.

And Olivia Reed—his mate, his NightWolf confidant—would never have to suffer alone again.