Madelyn Lynch, a Delta of the Silver Moon Pack, was known as the quintessential good girl in her social circles, with her most daring act being a clandestine relationship with the Alpha of the rival Crimson Fang Pack for three years. In the back of a luxury car, Westley Nichols would undress her while remaining fully clothed, his phone recording nearby. His lips traced her collarbone, sending shivers down her spine and leaving a trail of kisses.

"Westley..." she murmured softly, her voice gentle, "Could you... please stop filming?"

Alpha Nichols paused for a moment before chuckling. He lifted his head, his dark eyes reflecting her face with a mix of fondness and mischief. "What’s the matter? Feeling a bit camera shy?" he teased. "Don't worry, these are just for me. I like to watch them when I miss you, sweetheart. Humor me, okay?"

The way he called her "sweetheart" made Madelyn's ears burn, and she felt unable to refuse him. His kiss resumed with undeniable intensity, slowly eroding her rationality.

Inside the car, the heat was rising. Westley's movements became more passionate, almost as if he wanted to imprint her into his very being. Madelyn's breath quickened, her fingers instinctively gripping his shoulders.

It was unclear how long had passed before the car stopped vibrating, and everything finally came to a halt. Madelyn, having just reached a peak of pleasure, sat there feeling utterly spent.

Alpha Nichols casually fastened his belt, glanced down at her, and gently ruffled her hair. "I have a pack gathering to attend later. I'll have the driver take you home first and I'll join you later, okay?"

Madelyn nodded, her voice still soft. "Okay."

After Westley left the car, Madelyn dressed, still feeling somewhat dazed. She was about to ask the driver to take her home when she suddenly noticed Alpha Nichols' wallet left on the seat. Grabbing it quickly, she opened the car door and hurried after him.

Upon discovering the location of the gathering, she approached the suite's door. It was slightly open, and just as Madelyn was about to enter, she heard a burst of laughter from inside.

"Alpha Nichols, that was quite a scene. When I walked in, I saw the whole car shaking. What do you think the future Alpha of Silver Moon would do if he knew his sister was so wild with you?" someone joked.

Madelyn's mind went blank, her whole body freezing in place as if struck by lightning.

Laughter echoed through the room. "Come on, Alpha Nichols and the future Alpha of Silver Moon have been rivals for years; the nickname 'North-South Rivalry' isn't just for show. It's only fitting that Alpha Nichols orchestrated a 'rescue' and won over the future Alpha's sister."

"How long has it been now? You must have made over a hundred videos by now. When will you release them? I can’t wait to see the good girl beneath you. And of course, I'm even more eager to see the future Alpha's reaction," someone else chimed in.

The guests were too engrossed in their banter to notice someone standing outside. Madelyn's mind was a whirlwind, the buzzing in her ears growing louder with every mocking word.

Westley... had he engineered their first encounter? Was dating her just a scheme against her brother?

"Alpha Nichols, why aren't you saying anything? You only got close to Madelyn to mess with the future Alpha, right? Surely, you haven't actually fallen for his sister?" another voice prodded.

"Fallen for her?" The man who had just called her "sweetheart" now sat lazily sipping his drink, his lips curling into a mocking grin. "The future Alpha is my sworn enemy. I just want to ruin him. I'm contemplating the best time to release those videos. Maybe on Madelyn's birthday. The future Alpha's expression will be priceless."

"Way to go, Alpha Nichols!" the group laughed, their voices filled with excitement and anticipation.

Madelyn's fingers trembled, barely able to support her.

Suddenly, a waiter spoke beside her, "Miss, are you going in?"

Madelyn snapped back to reality, hurriedly handing him the wallet. "No, I’m not going in. Please give this to Alpha Nichols and let him know it was found. Don’t mention I was here."

With that, she turned and ran, tears streaming down her face as Westley's cold words echoed relentlessly in her mind—"The future Alpha is my sworn enemy. I just want to ruin him."

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain making it hard to breathe. She realized that their entire relationship had been orchestrated by him from the very start.

Years ago, Madelyn had defied her brother's wishes to attend a university in New York because it had the top dance program in the country. After graduating, she was determined to stay, despite her brother's pleas for her to return home to Connecticut, driven by her parents’ and brother’s overprotective love. She wanted to carve out her own path.

Her passion for dance consumed her until she met Westley Nichols, the Alpha of Crimson Fang Pack, her brother's infamous rival, rumored to be constantly competing with Iker in business deals and territory, their rivalry unwavering.

Yet, this very man had saved her twice. The first time, after a hit-and-run accident, he had found her bleeding and rushed her to the hospital, a true lifesaver. The second, when drugged and nearly assaulted, he had rescued her again, becoming her antidote that night.

The next morning, she awoke to see him fastening his shirt by the window. He turned at the sound, his charming smile stealing her breath. He leaned in, teasingly, "Ever since we first met, I've wanted to ask, little sister, do you like me?"

Her mind went blank; his handsomeness left her speechless. He smirked, "Not like me? Then why blush every time you see me? You even kissed me this morning, and I remember the effects of the drug were gone."

Her embarrassment made her want to flee, but he pulled her back, kissing her gently. After that day, they were a couple.

For three years, she believed they were in love, often dreaming of bringing him home to meet her brother, hoping to reconcile their differences. Looking back now, she realized how naive she had been.

She ran without knowing how far, rain soaking her as her phone rang. It was her brother, Iker Lynch, the future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack, calling. Taking a deep breath, she answered.

"Madelyn, I've set up a large dance studio for you back home and found a mate for you. Please, break up with the man you're seeing now. You know mom and dad don't want you to mate far away; they just want you close by, here with us..."

Hearing his familiar voice, Madelyn’s tears fell even harder. She stifled a sob and nodded.

"I'm sorry for worrying you all these years. I’ll return, and I’ll meet the mate you found for me."

On the other end of the line, Iker Lynch, the future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, sounded surprised. "Madelyn, are you really willing to come back? And meet the person I want to introduce you to? What about that rogue you're so crazy about?"

Madelyn Lynch's voice was gentle, but firm. "I don't care about him anymore. I'll never care for him again."

After a moment of joy, Iker's tone grew serious, his Alpha instincts kicking in. "Did he hurt you?"

Memories of Westley Nichols' sharp words, the videos he casually mentioned, and his cold demeanor flashed through Madelyn's mind. It hurt her deeply, yet she forced herself to stay composed. Her brother had always been her protector. If he knew the truth, he might head straight to Boston to confront the Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. She couldn't let him worry anymore; she needed to handle these messy matters herself.

"No, brother," she said, trying to sound calm. "Once I've sorted things out here, I'll come back."

After offering a few more words of advice, Iker reluctantly hung up, and Madelyn returned to her small apartment in the heart of New York City. She headed to the bathroom for a shower, hoping to wash away her turmoil, and then walked to the coffee table. She took out a blank piece of paper and began to make a list.

With pen in hand, she wrote a few lines:

Get rid of belongings, pack luggage, resign, say goodbye to friends, delete videos.

Her eyes lingered on the last item, her fingers shaking slightly. Hearing about the Thanksgiving plans at the club, she knew she needed to leave before then. With that in mind, she picked up the calendar and marked the date with a bold, red circle.

"Did you mark it so I wouldn't forget?"

The apartment door opened, and Westley Nichols' voice came from behind her, carrying a casual grin. Madelyn's fingers stiffened, and she accidentally drew a long mark across the paper.

She turned around to see Westley leaning against the doorframe, holding his suit jacket. The open collar of his shirt revealed a hint of his muscular chest, the mark of a powerful Alpha.

His gaze fell on the calendar in her hand, and his lips curled slightly. "How could I forget your birthday? I've prepared a big surprise for you."

Madelyn tightened her grip on the pen and met his eyes, forcing a smile. "I have a surprise for you too."

Westley paused, then chuckled. "Why plan a surprise for me on your birthday?"

He walked over to her, reached out to ruffle her hair, and spoke tenderly. "Did you invite your brother over for the occasion?"

Madelyn's heart skipped a beat, her fingers unconsciously gripping the edge of the table tighter.

Feigning calmness, she asked, "Do you want me to invite him?"

Westley looked down at her, a flicker of complexity in his eyes. He smiled softly, "Invite him. After all these years of rivalry, I don't like admitting defeat, but since I care for his sister so much, there's no shame in yielding to love."

Madelyn felt a lump in her throat, unable to speak.

Westley leaned down, intending to kiss her, but she turned her head away and quietly said, "I'm not feeling well today, let's not."

He paused for a moment, then laughed gently, kissing her forehead. "Alright, rest up."

He said this and then headed towards the bathroom.

Madelyn stood there, listening to the sound of running water, gripping the table edge tightly.

Her eyes landed on Westley's phone, casually tossed on the sofa. Her heart raced wildly.

She quietly picked up his phone, trying the password a few times without success. Her fingers trembled, overwhelmed by helplessness.

Finally, she placed the phone back, forcing herself to stay calm and figure out a plan later.

The next morning, when Westley woke up, he found Madelyn packing up. At her feet was a pile of their matching items—couple mugs, couple slippers, couple cushions...

Westley frowned slightly and approached her, curious. "Why are you suddenly getting rid of these?"

Madelyn didn't look up, her voice steady. "I don't want them anymore. I'll buy new ones later."

Westley didn't question further, just smiled. "Leave it. I'll have the housekeeper take care of it later. We're running late. Want me to drop you off at the dance studio?"

Madelyn shook her head. "No need. I've already called and quit."

Westley paused, a slight frown crossing his face. "I thought you loved dancing. Why the sudden decision?"

Madelyn looked up, her gaze unwavering. "I'm worn out. I want to take a break."

Westley remained silent for a few seconds before reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Quitting is good. Dancing is tiring, and besides..."

His fingers lightly brushed her side, his voice deep. "With such a graceful waist, I don't want anyone else admiring it."

Madelyn moved away from his touch, her tone icy. "Get going to work."

After Westley left, Madelyn spent most of the day disposing of all those couple items.

Standing in the now empty living room, she felt as though something was lodged in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Just then, her phone buzzed unexpectedly.

She picked it up to find a text message from an unknown number.

"Meet me at Blue Mountain Coffee at 3 PM. I'm Westley's fiancée."

Madelyn's grip tightened around her phone, her knuckles turning white.