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.

Kaelen POV

The night air on the private terrace was biting, but it was nothing compared to the ice in Seraphina’s eyes. I stood before her, the heavy parchment of the Pack Covenant clutched in my fist. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to tear it to shreds. Handing over full custody of Liam, the heir to the Black Moon Pack, was the ultimate humiliation.

But the image of my son, pale and dying in that sterile room, crushed my Alpha pride into dust.

I shoved the scroll toward her. "Sign it."

Seraphina took the ancient parchment. Under the watchful eyes of Dominic Rhodes, she unrolled it and signed her name with a maddening calm. There was no hesitation, no flicker of maternal desperation—just a cold, calculated efficiency that made my blood boil.

"Is this all a show to you?" I growled, stepping closer until my winter pine scent clashed violently with her honeysuckle and moonlight. "Are you enjoying this?"

She didn't even look up. "I am doing what is necessary for my son."

*You gave our pup to her! You coward!* Draegan, my inner wolf, roared in agonizing betrayal, clawing at the walls of my mind. I gritted my teeth, taking the signed covenant back. I had secured Liam's salvation, but as I looked at the impenetrable mask of my fated mate, a sickening feeling settled in my gut. I was walking blindly into a trap.

Hours later, the suffocating tension followed me back to my private study at the Pack House. I had barely poured a glass of amber liquid when the doors flew open.

"You actually did it," Vanessa shrieked, her face twisted in ugly disbelief. "You gave the heir to that Omega bitch! You're letting her destroy us!"

My exhaustion snapped into pure, unadulterated rage. "Shut your mouth, Vanessa."

"She's blinding you!" My sister stepped forward, her artificial perfume burning my nose. "You canceled the ceremony with Cassondra, you humiliated our family, and now you're gambling our future on a traitor—"

"Enough!" My Alpha aura exploded outward, a crushing, invisible weight that forced Vanessa to her knees. She gasped, her eyes wide with terror. "I did this to save Liam's life. If you speak ill of the mother of my heir again, I will banish you myself. Get out."

She scrambled to her feet and fled, leaving behind a toxic trail of resentment.

The next morning, I strode into the Pack Infirmary, ready to finally end this nightmare. The marrow transplant would happen today. But the moment I pushed through the doors, the heavy, anxious scent of the Pack Doctor hit me.

"Where is she?" I demanded, my gaze sweeping the empty preparation room.

The doctor swallowed hard, his hands trembling. "Alpha... Lady Seraphina was here at dawn. But she left. She said she couldn't go through with the surgery."

The words didn't compute. "What do you mean she left? Did Cassondra do something?"

"No, Alpha. It was Lady Seraphina herself. She just... walked out."

A deafening silence fell over the room before the absolute inferno of my wrath ignited. She had lied. She had used our dying pup as a bargaining chip to steal my rights, and then abandoned him again.

*She played us with our pup's life! Find her! Tear her apart!* Draegan howled, a feral, bloodthirsty sound.

With a guttural roar, I slammed my fist into the reinforced concrete wall. The wall cracked, dust raining down as my knuckles shattered and instantly began to heal. I spun around, my vision tinted red. I was going to make her pay.

I didn't bother with a car. I shifted and ran, tearing through the forest until I reached the Silverwood Pack's temporary residence on my borders. I ignored the warning growls of their Warriors, storming straight into the main courtyard.

Dominic Rhodes stepped out to meet me, his massive frame radiating a steady cedar and earth scent.

"Where is she?" I snarled, my Alpha command lacing every syllable. "Bring her out, Dominic! Her little game is over!"

I expected him to sneer, to defend her treachery. Instead, his face was a mask of dark, storm-gathering dread. The absolute lack of provocation in his eyes made my heart stutter.

"She's not playing a game, Kaelen," Dominic said, his voice dropping to a lethal, hollow pitch. "Seraphina's missing."

"Missing?" I let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "Right. Another trick."

"Someone called her this morning," Dominic said, his voice tight. "After she left the hospital with her daughter, she was attacked on her way to the apartment. We found her car, abandoned on the side of the road. There was blood. A lot of blood. Not hers."

My blood froze.

"Her daughter?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Dominic's silence was louder than any words.

"We haven't found them yet," he finally said, his eyes turning cold. "Someone was watching her, Kaelen. Someone has been waiting for this opportunity. They left the hospital, were going to pick up some documents, and then whoever it was struck."

The air vanished from my lungs. The inferno of my rage was extinguished in an instant, drowned by an absolute, paralyzing wave of fear.

Liam lay in the hospital, dying. Seraphina was missing. My daughter, the daughter I had never even seen, had disappeared along with her mother, fallen into the hands of an unknown enemy.

"What did you do?" I asked, my voice low and hoarse. "In the five years you were gone, who did you provoke?"

Dominic stared at me, his expression cold. "I provoked no one. But what about you, Kaelen? You have made countless enemies. Perhaps someone has finally decided to use your most vulnerable weakness against you."

Your family.

Those three words drove into my chest like silver blades.

I had never treated them as family. I had driven them away. And now, someone might be paying for that with their lives.