Seraphina POV

My slender fingers remained pressed firmly against the center of the alliance treaty. Kaelen froze, the heavy silver pen hovering just inches above the parchment. His obsidian eyes snapped up to meet mine, burning with a lethal mix of impatience and wrath.

My slender fingers remained firmly pressed against the center of the alliance treaty. Kaelen froze, the heavy silver pen hovering inches above the parchment. His obsidian eyes snapped up to meet mine, burning with a deadly mixture of impatience and rage.

"I want to see my son," I said, my voice echoing clearly and absolutely in the silent office. "I want to see Liam."

Kaelen's jaw tightened so hard that a muscle in his cheek twitched violently. The suffocating scent of winter pine and ozone exploded outward as his Alpha aura tried to crush me, to force me into submission. "Seraphina, this is a military alliance between packs. Do not confuse pack business with your past."

"My past is the only reason you have a future," I shot back, leaning slightly forward. My inner wolf, Selene, bared her silver fangs at his arrogance. "Without my signature, this paper is ash. Dominic walks away, and your borders will be overrun by Rogues. You do not rule here, Kaelen. I do."

He stared at me, the broken mate-bond humming a traitorous and painful rhythm beneath our skin. He was looking for the weak, crying Omega he had discarded five years ago, but what he found was a woman forged in the ashes of his "rejection."

Defeated by his own desperation, Kaelen slammed his signature onto the bottom of the parchment. I picked up the pen and mirrored his action. The treaty was sealed.

"Follow me," he growled, turning abruptly.

The private elevator ride to the lower levels was suffocatingly tense. But the moment the metal doors slid open, a sterile, stinging scent of bleach hit me. My lungs contracted. It was the exact same smell from the medical bay where he had shattered my soul and ripped my newborn son from my arms.

Kaelen did not take me to a bright, cheerful nursery. He led me down a restricted, dimly lit corridor and stopped before a thick glass door labeled "Isolation Ward."

"What is this?" I whispered, a cold dread pooling in my stomach.

He did not answer. He pushed the door open.

The rhythmic, monotonous beeping of medical monitors filled the sterile white room. My gaze snapped to the small bed in the center of the room, and the air was violently ripped from my lungs.

*Liam.*

My beautiful baby boy. He was so small, his skin a terrible, translucent pale. Tubes and wires snaked across his fragile chest, connecting him to machines that seemed to breathe for him. He looked nothing like the strong future Alpha he was supposed to be. He looked like he was fading away.

"Liam…" a choked sob tore from my throat. I rushed to the bedside, my trembling hands hovering just above his small, motionless fingertips, afraid that touching him would shatter him.

"The healers say his vitality is declining rapidly," Kaelen's voice came from behind me, devoid of warmth. It was the calculated tone of a predator setting a trap.

"What is wrong with him?" I demanded, tears blurring my vision. "He is an Alpha heir. He should be strong!"

"The toxin that weakens him is a curse on our bloodline," Kaelen said. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "A stain you brought upon us when you lay with another Alpha."

I spun around, staring at him in pure shock.

He still refuses to believe.

Five years. Five years had passed, and he still believed that Dominic was my lover. He still believed that the man in that photograph was a betrayer, not my own brother. Even after I appeared beside Dominic at the gala, even after my brother himself spoke the word "sister," Kaelen still clung to that lie.

"Are you insane?" I hissed. "You heard what Dominic said. You heard him say 'sister.' You signed the treaty. You know who he is. But you still—"

"I know who he is," Kaelen interrupted, his voice low and dangerous. "I know he is the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack. I know he is your brother. But that changes nothing."

I froze. "What?"

"That photograph," he said, his obsidian eyes burning with a twisted, irrational fury. "The way you were with him. The way you leaned on him. The way you looked at him. That is not how a sister looks at a brother."

"That is not what you care about," I said, the truth hitting me like a cold lightning strike. "What you care about is your pride. What you care about is the whole world seeing you 'betrayed.' You would rather believe a lie than admit you were wrong."

His jaw tightened, but he did not deny it.

"You destroyed my life," I said, my voice trembling. "You took my son. You drove me out, with a newborn baby, because of a photograph of me and my brother. You did not even give me a chance to explain."

"You abandoned him," Kaelen said, his voice like a cold blade. "You walked out that door and never looked back."

A blazing, blinding fury exploded in my chest. Selene roared, a pure, unadulterated maternal rage, deafening, shaking every bone in my body.

"I abandoned him?" I hissed, stepping directly into his personal space, completely ignoring the crushing weight of his Alpha aura. I pressed my fingers hard against his solid chest. "You executed the rejection! You handed me a legal document to sign while I was still bleeding on a hospital bed, hours after giving birth! You and your vile family ripped him from my arms! You told me I was not worthy of being his mother because I had 'lain with a strange Alpha'—and that 'strange Alpha' was my own brother!"

I turned back to Liam's bedside, my trembling hand gently stroking his fragile cheek. His skin was cold.

"I think about him every day," I said softly, tears streaming down my face. "Every day. Every night. Every minute. Do you think I wanted to leave him? Do you think I had a choice? You would not even let me take him when you drove me out."

I lifted my head and looked him directly in the eyes.

"You want my blood?" I said. "You want my daughter's bone marrow? Then you had better reconsider your strategy, Alpha. Because if you want to keep living inside the lie you have built for yourself, then I have nothing to give you."

Kaelen froze. Something flickered across his face, something like shock, or maybe… pain. Perhaps, finally, after five years, the truth was beginning to penetrate the thick walls of pride and lies he had constructed.

The room fell silent, save for the monotonous beeping of the medical monitors and the faint sound of my son's breathing.

I knelt beside Liam's bed, took his small hand in mine, and finally, for the first time in five years, I cried.

Kaelen POV

*“You broke our family, Kaelen, and now you want me to bleed to fix your broken heir.”*

Her anguished words tore at my sanity for the entire car ride back from the infirmary. I tried to tell myself she was lying, tried to tell myself I had done nothing wrong. But Draegan growled in my mind, his voice filled with truths I did not want to face.

You took her son from her.

I forced the thought down.

When I stormed into my private study at the Pack House, the air was thick with my erratic scent of winter pine and ozone. My mother, Elara, stood by the fireplace, a satisfied gleam in her eyes over the newly signed alliance treaty.

I shattered her victory before she could even speak. "The Combining Ceremony with Cassondra is canceled."

Elara’s face went rigid, the color draining from her cheeks. "Are you out of your mind? You would humiliate Cassondra a second time for that disgraceful Omega? You will isolate this Pack and make us a laughingstock!"

"Liam is dying," I snarled, my Alpha aura crashing down on the room, forcing her to lower her chin. "Seraphina is his only hope. I will not give her a single excuse to refuse cooperation."

"You are making a grave mistake, Kaelen," Elara warned, her voice tight under my pressure.

I turned my back on her and walked out. I didn't care about the political fallout. As I climbed the stairs to my suite, it wasn't my mother's anger haunting me—it was the pure, unadulterated hatred in Seraphina's eyes.

The consequences of my decree arrived the very next morning.

The heavy doors to my private suite flew open. Cassondra stormed in, her suffocating artificial floral perfume burning my nose and instantly putting my senses on edge.

"Is it true?" she shrieked, her face twisted in ugly, unrestrained rage. "You're canceling the ceremony? Because that Omega whore came crawling back? You are pathetic!"

*Draegan* let out a vicious, bloodthirsty snarl in my mind at the disrespect toward our mate. My gaze turned to absolute ice. "Watch your tongue, Cassondra. This decision is about saving my son's life."

"Go rot with your rejected trash," she spat, her chest heaving with venom. "You will pay for this, Kaelen."

She spun on her heel and slammed the door, severing our political ties for good. I felt nothing but a hollow relief.

Hours later, I stood behind the black granite desk in my penthouse office at Steele Group, trying to focus on the border patrol reports. But the moment the heavy oak doors clicked open, the scent of honeysuckle after rain and pure moonlight hit me like a physical blow.

Seraphina stepped into my office uninvited. She stood tall, her posture rigid and her expression an impenetrable mask of ice.

"Have you come to your senses?" I asked, masking my desperation with cold Alpha authority. "Will you donate the marrow, or will you actually stand there and let your own flesh and blood die?"

She met my gaze unflinchingly. "I will save him. But on one condition." She stepped closer, the severed mate-bond humming agonizingly between us. "I want full custody of Liam."

My blood ran cold. The sheer audacity of her demand knocked the breath from my lungs. "You are out of your mind. He is the heir to the Black Moon Pack. You—"

You abandoned him.

The words were on the tip of my tongue. I almost said them. But then, last night's memory slapped me across the face like a physical blow. Seraphina standing in that infirmary, tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice trembling with rage:

"You executed the rejection! You handed me a legal document to sign while I was still bleeding on a hospital bed! You and your vile family ripped him from my arms!"

I swallowed the words back down.

My silence made Seraphina's eyes narrow. "What's wrong, Kaelen?" Her voice was sharp, laced with icy sarcasm. "Not going to accuse me of abandoning him this time? Weren't last night's words enough?"

My jaw tightened. Draegan growled in my mind, a mixture of shame and fury.

"Is it true?" I finally asked, my voice lower than I intended. "About the document? About the way I drove you out?"

Seraphina stared at me as if I had just said something absurd. "You were there, Kaelen. You put the pen in my hand yourself. And now you ask me if it's true?"

The truth slammed into me like a silver blade straight to my chest. For years, I had told myself she left. I told myself she abandoned Liam, abandoned me, abandoned the pack. I had constructed an entire narrative in which I was the victim and she was the betrayer.

But that was a lie.

I drove her out. I was the one who shoved a legal document into her hand hours after she had given birth. I was the one who told her to sign it and get the hell off my territory.

I stared at the woman I had harmed. My throat tightened, suffocated by the weight of my own guilt.

"Custody," I repeated, my voice hoarse. "You want custody."

"I want my son back," Seraphina corrected, her voice low, a deadly and unwavering whisper. "Sign the custody transfer. Restore my rights as his mother and renounce yours. Otherwise, Kaelen, you will lose him forever."

Seraphina POV

I didn't wait for Kaelen to recover from the shock of his own sins. I turned my back on the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, leaving him suffocating in the ashes of his shattered narrative, and walked straight out of his penthouse office.

My destination was the Pack Infirmary.

The moment I pushed through the heavy glass doors of the Isolation Ward, the sterile stench of bleach burned my nose, but it was the sight of my son that tore my heart to shreds. Liam lay motionless, his tiny chest barely rising beneath the tangle of medical tubes.

The Pack Doctor, a graying man with exhausted eyes, looked up from his charts. "Lady Seraphina. His vitals are dropping. The poison is aggressive. If we don't perform the marrow transplant soon..."

He didn't need to finish. The agonizing beep of the heart monitor said it all. Every maternal instinct in my body screamed at me to jump onto that bed and let them drain my blood right now. But deep within my mind, my inner wolf, *Selene*, let out a low, warning growl.

*Do not yield without the bond,* she warned, her silver fur bristling with ancient memory. *He ripped our pup from our arms once. He will do it again.*

I closed my eyes, forcing the tears back. I had to be ruthless. I couldn't save Liam only to be exiled without him again. I needed an ironclad guarantee.

*Sera,* Dominic's deep voice suddenly echoed in my head through our mind-link. *The Alliance Gala is tonight. It's the perfect public stage. The entire high society will be watching. Corner him there. Go get a dress.*

*I'm on it,* I replied, my resolve hardening into diamond.

An hour later, I stood in the center of Éclat Boutique, the most exclusive luxury shop in the human city. I was running my fingers over the silk of a midnight-blue gown when the cloying, artificial stench of vanilla and sharp floral perfume assaulted my senses.

"Look what the trash dragged in," Vanessa sneered.

I turned slowly. Vanessa and Cassondra stood in the aisle, their faces twisted in ugly, venomous sneers.

"Buying expensive rags with your brother's money to play the Alpha's whore?" Vanessa stepped closer, her eyes flashing with pure malice. "You think canceling my brother's ceremony makes you special? You're still just a dirty Omega."

"You ruined everything!" Cassondra shrieked, her jealousy boiling over. She lunged forward, raising her hand to slap me across the face.

She never made contact.

My body moved on its own. Before my conscious mind could decide, my arm had already lifted. My hand caught Cassondra's wrist midair, my grip tightening like a steel vise until she gasped in pain.

What was this? A surge of shock rose within me. Five years ago, I had been weak and helpless, at the mercy of anyone who wished to harm me. But now, my reflexes were lightning fast, and my strength—though still unstable, still unfamiliar—surged through my veins like a rushing current.

Selene growled in my mind, her silver fur bristling, but her voice carried something I had never heard from her before: pride.

Without thinking, I raised my other hand and backhanded Vanessa across the face.

*Crack.*

The sharp sound echoed through the boutique. Vanessa stumbled back, clutching her reddened face in absolute shock.

"How dare you!" Vanessa screamed, her inner wolf surfacing. She slammed a heavy platinum card onto the nearest glass counter, glaring at the terrified boutique manager. "I am Vanessa Steele! Throw this Omega bitch out onto the street immediately, or I'll have this place shut down!"

The manager trembled, looking between us.

With a maddening calm, I released Cassondra's wrist, letting her stumble backward. I reached into my purse and pulled out a solid, matte-black metal card—the Rhodes Legacy Black Card, the ultimate symbol of Silverwood's financial empire. I placed it gently on the glass.

"I'll take the midnight-blue gown," I told the manager, my voice smooth as ice. "And I'd appreciate it if you cleared the store of... pests. Their artificial perfumes are ruining the silk."

The manager's eyes bulged at the sight of the Black Card. His demeanor instantly shifted. He signaled the security guards. "Ladies, I must ask you to leave. Now."

Vanessa and Cassondra were physically escorted out the glass doors, their humiliated shrieks muffled by the thick glass. I didn't bother correcting Vanessa's delusion about Dominic's money. Let her think what she wanted; she didn't need to know my brother was already happily mated to Clara.

Hours later, the crystal chandeliers of the Alliance Gala cast a starlit glow over the elite crowd. The ballroom was a sea of politics and champagne, but I didn't stay inside. I slipped out onto the private upper terrace, the cool night air biting at my bare shoulders.

I didn't have to wait long.

The heavy, suffocating scent of winter pine and ozone crashed over the white climbing roses. Kaelen stepped out of the shadows. His obsidian eyes were dark, wild, and burning with a toxic mix of suppressed rage and absolute desperation.

In his clenched fist, he held a rolled parchment inscribed with ancient runes—a Pack Covenant.