Three years. Three long, torturous years since I'd made my deal with the devil.

I scrubbed the marble floor of the packhouse entrance on my hands and knees, my fingers raw and bleeding. The cold seeped through my thin Omega uniform, a far cry from the Luna robes I should have worn as Jacob's mate.

"Put your back into it," Ivory's voice dripped with honey-coated venom as she circled me like a predator. "You missed a spot."

I kept my head down, focusing on breathing through the pain. My inner wolf, once vibrant and strong, now whimpered weakly inside me. She'd been beaten down by Jacob's Alpha aura so many times that she rarely stirred anymore.

"Look at me when I'm speaking to you," Ivory snapped, her perfectly manicured nails digging into my shoulder.

I raised my eyes slowly. "I'm sorry, Miss Ivory."

"Sorry?" She laughed, the sound like shattered glass. "Being sorry won't get these floors clean."

She deliberately dragged her muddy boots across the section I'd just finished, leaving dark smears across the wet marble.

"Clean it again," she ordered.

Jacob stood in the doorway, watching with cold detachment. His dark eyes held no trace of the boy I'd once loved—only hatred and satisfaction at my suffering.

"You're taking too long," he said, his Alpha tone vibrating through the air. "The pack meeting starts in twenty minutes."

I nodded quickly, returning to my task as tears threatened to spill. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

---

By evening, my stomach cramped with hunger. The pack dining hall buzzed with conversation and laughter while I lingered in the shadows, waiting for scraps.

"Here," a young Delta tossed me a plate with a few bites of meat and some wilted vegetables. "Don't take too long."

I ate quickly, standing in the corner where I wouldn't be seen. The food was barely enough to sustain me, but I'd learned to make it last.

"Jovie!" Ivory's voice cut through the noise. "Come clear the tables."

I moved mechanically, collecting plates and avoiding eye contact with the pack members who once might have shown me kindness. Now they looked through me as if I were invisible.

When I reached Ivory's seat, she deliberately knocked over her water glass, soaking my already threadbare uniform.

"Oops," she giggled. "How clumsy of me."

Jacob watched from the head table, his lips curved in a slight smile that never reached his eyes.

---

My "room" was little more than a closet at the far end of the packhouse, far from the warmth of the main living areas. A thin mattress on the floor, a threadbare blanket, and a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling were my only comforts.

I curled into myself, shivering as the cold seeped through the walls. My wolf stirred briefly, offering what little warmth she could.

"Jovie?"

I startled at the soft voice outside my door. Oliver's scent reached me before his face appeared in the doorway.

"You shouldn't be here," I whispered, glancing nervously down the hall. "If Jacob finds you—"

"I had to see you," he said, his eyes filled with anguish. "I can't stand watching this anymore."

He stepped inside, his tall frame filling the tiny space. "Let me help you. Let me take you away from here."

"No," I said firmly, though my heart ached at his offer. "Jacob would hunt you down."

"I don't care—"

"You should," I cut him off. "I sacrificed everything to save you. Don't throw that away."

Oliver's jaw tightened as he looked at the bruises on my arms, the hollows in my cheeks. "This isn't what I wanted."

"I know." I touched his face gently. "But it's what I chose."

A crash from down the hall made us both freeze. Heavy footsteps approached.

"Go," I pleaded. "Please."

Oliver hesitated, then pressed a small package into my hands. "Food. Medicine. Take it."

He slipped away just as Jacob's shadow fell across my doorway.

"Who was that?" Jacob demanded, his Alpha aura flooding the room like a physical force.

I clutched the package behind my back. "No one."

His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't lie to me."

"I wasn't talking to anyone," I said, my voice steady despite my racing heart.

Jacob stepped closer, his scent—once so comforting—now terrifying. "Remember your place, Jovie."

I lowered my eyes. "Yes, Alpha."

As he turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of something in his expression—a flicker of doubt, perhaps. Or was it something else?

Either way, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: my hell was far from over.

Ivy's eyes gleamed with malice as she slipped the silver pendant—Jacob's mother's most prized possession—into my pocket while I was scrubbing the floors. I didn't notice until later, when she dramatically accused me in front of the entire pack.

"Search her!" she demanded, her voice trembling with fabricated outrage. "She's been sneaking around the Alpha's quarters!"

Jacob's dark eyes narrowed as he approached me, his Alpha aura pressing down like a physical weight. "Empty your pockets."

I obeyed, my hands shaking as I pulled out the few meager possessions I carried—and watched in horror as the silver pendant clattered to the floor.

"I didn't—" I began, but Jacob's growl silenced me.

"Mother's pendant," he snarled, his voice deadly quiet. "You dared to steal from my mother?"

"I would never!" I pleaded, looking desperately at the gathered pack members. No one stepped forward. No one defended me.

"Take her to the main hall," Jacob ordered, his face a mask of cold fury.

Two Delta wolves gripped my arms, dragging me through the corridors as whispers followed us like shadows. The main hall was already filled with pack members, their faces a blur of curiosity and judgment.

Jacob stood at the center, his posture rigid with authority. "My mate has stolen from my family. From my dead mother."

Ivy stood beside him, her expression a perfect blend of shock and sorrow—but her eyes betrayed her, glittering with triumph.

"Please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I didn't take it. I would never—"

"Silence!" Jacob roared, his Alpha tone vibrating through the air.

Ivy stepped forward, her voice honey-sweet but laced with venom. "Perhaps she needs a lesson in respect, Jacob. In submission."

She disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later with a steaming pot that filled the air with a bitter, acrid scent. Wolfsbane. My wolf stirred uneasily within me.

"This will teach her," Ivy said, her lips curving into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Make her drink it all."

Jacob's eyes darkened as he took the pot from her hands. "Drink."

I shook my head, terror clawing at my throat. "No, please—"

"DRINK!" His Alpha command slammed into me like a physical blow, forcing my body to obey even as my mind screamed in protest.

My hands moved against my will, lifting the pot to my lips. The first sip burned like fire, the wolfsbane immediately attacking my throat. I choked, gasping for air as Jacob's command kept the pot pressed to my mouth.

"Swallow it all," he growled, his eyes flashing with Alpha power.

The scalding liquid poured down my throat, each swallow more agonizing than the last. My throat felt like it was being shredded from within, the wolfsbane searing through flesh and muscle. My wolf howled in agony, retreating deeper into my consciousness with each burning swallow.

When the pot was empty, Jacob released me. I collapsed to the floor, my body convulsing as waves of pain radiated from my throat. Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, mixing with the bitter wolfsbane.

"My wolf," I gasped, clutching at my chest. "She's—"

The damage was immediate and devastating. I could feel my wolf retreating, growing fainter with each labored breath. The wolfsbane had attacked not just my throat but the very essence of my werewolf nature.

Jacob staggered slightly, his hand flying to his chest as he felt an echo of my pain through our mate bond. For a moment—just a moment—something like regret flickered in his eyes.

Then his expression hardened once more. "This is what happens when you steal from my family."

Ivy knelt beside me, her voice a venomous whisper meant only for my ears. "How does it feel, Jovie? To lose everything?"

I tried to speak again, but only a rasping sound emerged from my ruined throat. My vocal cords were destroyed, my wolf barely a flicker within me.

Jacob turned away, leaving me writhing on the cold marble floor as pack members dispersed around me like water around a stone.

Through tears of pain, I watched him walk away, his broad shoulders rigid with stubborn pride. And in that moment, something inside me—something deeper than my wolf, more fundamental than my voice—began to change.

The mate bond pulsed between us, a living thing that neither of us could fully ignore. But as darkness crept into the edges of my vision, one thought crystallized with perfect clarity:

This would not break me.

It would forge me into something new. Something stronger.

Something that would eventually break free.

I couldn't breathe. Not properly anyway. Each inhale felt like swallowing glass, my damaged vocal cords barely able to produce more than a raspy whisper. The wolfsbane had done its work well—my throat was destroyed, my wolf reduced to a faint flicker within me.

Three more days of this torment. Three more days of Ivory's smug smiles and Jacob's cold indifference. Three more days of being less than human in a pack that had once been my birthright.

I couldn't survive it. Not like this.

The decision crystallized in my mind as I scrubbed the kitchen floor—my fifth time today. My hands trembled with exhaustion, but my resolve hardened with each passing moment.

I would make him reject me.

The thought alone sent a jolt of pain through our mate bond, but I pushed through it. Anything—even the agony of rejection—would be better than this slow death of spirit.

I waited until dusk, when most pack members were at dinner. Jacob would be in his office, reviewing territory reports. My bare feet made no sound on the marble floors as I approached his door.

"Alpha," I rasped, the word barely audible even to my own ears.

"Enter," came his curt reply.

Jacob sat behind his massive oak desk, papers spread before him, his dark eyes narrowing as I stepped into the room. His Alpha aura immediately filled the space, pressing against my skin like a physical weight.

"What do you want?" he demanded, leaning back in his chair. "Come to beg for mercy?"

I forced myself to meet his gaze, though every instinct screamed at me to lower my eyes. "I want... a rejection."

The words hung in the air between us, dangerous and final. Jacob's expression shifted from annoyance to something darker.

"Say that again," he growled, rising slowly from his chair.

I swallowed painfully, my ruined throat burning with the effort. "I want you to reject me. Formally. Before the pack."

Jacob moved around the desk with predatory grace, his Alpha aura intensifying until it was hard to breathe. "You think I would give you that satisfaction?"

"It's... my right," I whispered, each word agony. "The Moon Goddess gives us... the choice."

"The Moon Goddess," he spat, closing the distance between us. "The same goddess who gave me a mate whose family destroyed mine?"

His hand shot out, gripping my throat—not hard enough to choke, but enough to remind me how easily he could. "You don't get to walk away from this, Jovie."

"Jacob, please—" My words cut off as his Alpha command slammed into me like a physical blow.

"SILENCE!"

The force of it pinned me against the wall, my body trembling with the effort to resist. But it was futile—the mate bond made his commands nearly impossible to defy.

"You will never escape me," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "Your suffering has only just begun."

Tears streamed down my face as he released me, sliding down the wall until I collapsed on the floor. My wolf whimpered weakly within me, both of us broken by his rejection of our rejection.

---

Weeks passed in a blur of servitude and silence. My body felt strange—tired in ways that went beyond mere exhaustion. Food lost its appeal, and the scent of meat turned my stomach.

At first, I dismissed it as another symptom of my damaged wolf spirit. But when the nausea persisted, growing worse with each passing day, I began to suspect something else.

I waited until the packhouse was quiet, slipping out before dawn when even the night patrols were at their weakest. The medical building stood dark and silent as I crept inside.

Marcus was already there, grinding herbs in the dim light of a single lamp. He looked up as I entered, his eyes widening slightly.

"Jovie," he whispered, glancing nervously toward the door. "You shouldn't be here."

I gestured urgently, pointing to my stomach and then to him. His brow furrowed in confusion before understanding dawned.

"You think you might be...?"

I nodded, my heart pounding so loudly I feared it would give me away.

Marcus ushered me into an examination room, closing the door softly behind us. His hands were gentle as he examined me, his expression carefully neutral.

When he finally stepped back, his eyes held a mixture of pity and concern.

"Jovie," he said softly, "you're pregnant."

The world tilted beneath my feet. Pregnant. With Jacob's child.

"No," I whispered, my ruined voice barely audible. "No, no, no..."

But even as denial flooded my mind, something else rose within me—a fierce, primal protectiveness that transcended rational thought. My hand drifted to my still-flat stomach, and for the first time in months, I felt my wolf stir with purpose.

A pup. My pup.

Marcus placed a small vial in my palm, closing my fingers around it. "This will help with the morning sickness," he murmured. "But Jovie... you need to be careful. If Ivory finds out..."

The unspoken threat hung between us. Ivory would see an heir as a threat—to her position, to her ambitions.

I nodded, tucking the vial into my pocket. As I turned to leave, Marcus caught my wrist gently.

"Jovie," he said, his voice heavy with implication. "This changes everything."

I met his gaze steadily, a new resolve hardening within me. Yes, it did change everything.

But not in the way he thought.