Alessia's POV:

Santino dragged me inside the Packhouse and shoved me into the first-floor guest room.

"You stay in here until you come to your senses," he spat, locking the door from the outside.

I didn't pound on the door, and I didn't cry.

I could hear them in the living room. Valentina's shrill fake crying, and Santino's low voice comforting her.

"She's crazy, Santino. She attacked me with her eyes. Did you see that?"

"She's just jealous of you, baby. Ignore her."

My stomach rumbled. I hadn't eaten all day. As the suppressants metabolized out of my system, my inner wolf fully awakened.

I needed meat. Raw meat.

I waited until dawn. When the lock finally clicked open, I was physically exhausted, but my mind was startlingly clear.

I stepped out into the hallway. The house was quiet.

I was heading to the kitchen to find something to eat, but I stopped when I passed the mirror in the living room.

Valentina was right there, admiring her reflection.

Around her neck hung a delicate silver chain, featuring a shimmering, light blue gemstone.

My mother's moonstone necklace.

It was a royal heirloom. It wasn't just jewelry; it carried the Moon Goddess's blessing. It was the only thing my mother had left me.

"Take it off," I said softly.

Valentina jumped and spun around. When she saw it was me, she relaxed, a smug smirk forming on her lips. She traced the stone with her fingers.

"Oh, this?" she giggled. "Santino gave it to me this morning. He said it's a talisman to protect the baby. Don't you think it looks better on me?"

"That belonged to my dead mother," I said, stepping closer. The air around me began to crackle. "Give it to me."

"No," Valentina pouted like a spoiled child. "It's mine now. Santino said everything that used to be yours is mine now."

She took a step back, and whether out of clumsiness or deliberate malice, she yanked on the chain.

Snap.

The delicate silver chain broke. The necklace fell.

It hit the hardwood floor. The moonstone, fragile from age and magic, shattered into three pieces. The soft blue glow inside it flickered once, and then went completely dark.

Time stopped.

I stared at the shattered pieces of my mother's legacy, feeling as if she had died all over again.

A scream ripped from my throat. It wasn't a human scream; it was a primal wail of sheer agony.

I moved faster than I ever had before. I closed the distance and slapped Valentina hard across the face.

Smack!

She stumbled backward, clutching her cheek, her eyes wide.

"Santino!" she shrieked.

Santino appeared instantly, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment. He saw Valentina clutching her face and the broken necklace on the floor.

He didn't ask what happened, nor did he even look at the heirloom.

He looked at me with a gaze full of pure hatred.

"How dare you touch her?" he roared.

He raised his hand.

In werewolf culture, an Alpha never strikes his Luna. It is an absolute taboo, a sign of a failed leader and a tyrant.

But Santino didn't care.

His heavy hand swung through the air and struck me across the face.

Crack.

The force of the blow knocked me to the floor. My head slammed heavily against the wooden floorboards. I tasted copper. Blood welled up in my mouth.

For a split second, there was total silence.

I lay on the floor, my hair falling over my face.

Something deep inside me snapped. The final chain binding the White Wolf shattered.

The pain didn't make me cry; instead, it set me... free.

I slowly pushed myself up. My hair fell away from my face.

"Alessia?" Santino seemed to suddenly regain his senses, his voice trembling. "I... I didn't mean to hit you that hard. But you defied my command."

"Yeah, if you were just a bit more obedient, I wouldn't have hit you. You need to reflect on your actions."

I stood up. I wiped the blood from my lip with my thumb and looked at it.

Then, I looked at him.

Santino gasped and took a step back. Valentina let out a muffled whimper.

My eyes were no longer brown.

They were silver. Glowing, blinding, terrifyingly brilliant silver.

It was the mark of the royal bloodline. The mark of the White Wolf.

The air in the room grew heavy, and the furniture began to rattle.

"I am not Alessia, the submissive wife," I said. My voice sounded different. Layered, as if two beings were speaking at once.

"What... what are you?" Santino stammered, a flicker of genuine terror finally crossing his eyes.

"I am the judgment you brought upon yourself," I said.

I raised my hand.

I didn't need a phone. I didn't need to shout.

I spoke directly into the mind-link. The channel that connected me straight to my father's army.

"Damian," I commanded. "Now."

Alessia's POV:

I didn't move. I didn't need to.

I stood beside the shattered remains of my mother's necklace, my glowing silver eyes locked dead on Santino.

He froze—not pinned down by physical force, but completely suppressed by my overwhelming magical aura.

That aura filled the entire room, thick and suffocating. It was the aura of the Alpha King's daughter.

Compared to this, Santino's Alpha presence was a complete joke.

"Alessia, stop," Santino choked out, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. "You... you're hurting us."

"This is exactly what you asked for," I said.

Outside, the roar of engines became deafening. Not just one car, but dozens. Heavy-duty trucks, SUVs, motorcycles.

The front door exploded inward.

Wood splinters flew everywhere. Santino instinctively ducked, shielding his head. Valentina screamed and dove behind the couch.

Damian walked through the settling dust.

He wasn't alone. Behind him stood twenty men and women clad in black tactical gear. On their shoulders, they wore the crest of the Bianchi family.

The Royal Guard.

Damian's eyes flared with golden light. He saw the bruise forming on my cheek, and the blood on my lip.

A low, guttural snarl ripped from his throat, shattering the living room windows.

He began to shift. Bones cracked and skin rippled. He was about to turn right there in the hallway and slaughter everyone.

"Damian, stop," I commanded.

He froze. His massive frame trembled as he fought back the urge to kill. "He hit you."

"Yes," I said. "And he will pay for it. But not with a quick death. That's too easy."

I turned to look at Valentina. She was peeking out from behind the sofa, trembling violently.

"Get out," I said. My tone carried the absolute authority of an Alpha Command.

It wasn't a request; it was a compulsion.

Valentina's body moved against her will. She scrambled to her feet, crying, trying to control her own legs, but it was useless. She marched straight toward the door.

"Santino, save me!" she cried.

Santino tried to take a step forward. "You can't throw her out! She's carrying my Beta's pup!"

A Royal Guard stepped in his way. Without even drawing a weapon, the guard shoved Santino hard in the chest. Santino flew backward, crashing heavily into the coffee table.

"Watch your tone when speaking to Her Highness," the guard snapped.

"Her Highness?" Santino looked up, bewildered. "She's just Alessia of the Moretti pack..."

"I am Alessia Bianchi," I corrected him. "Daughter of the Alpha King. And you, Santino, have just declared war on the Crown."

His face drained of all color, turning pale as a corpse. "The King... The King? No, that's impossible."

"Damian," I said, turning my back on my ex-husband. "This house. The East Wing. The training grounds. The new medical center."

"Yes, Princess?"

"I paid for them," I said coldly. "They were built with my money."

I looked at the walls of the house—the home I had worked so hard to build.

"Take them back," I ordered. "Destroy it all."

"With pleasure," Damian growled.

He signaled his squad.

The destruction was terrifying to behold. The guards didn't just smash things; they tore them apart. Sledgehammers shattered the drywall of the East Wing. Cables were ripped from the ceiling.

"No! Stop! Those are our pack's defenses!" Santino yelled, scrambling to his feet. "I command you to stop!"

He tried to use his pathetic excuse for an Alpha Command.

The guards didn't even bat an eye.

"Your commands mean nothing to us," Damian said, grabbing Santino by the throat and lifting him off the ground.

A massive boom shook the earth.

The magical wards protecting the pack territory from rogues flickered, and then vanished.

The wards were tied to my bloodline. I was their anchor.

Now that I had renounced the pack in my heart, the protection disappeared with it.

"The wards..." Santino gasped, dangling mid-air in Damian's grip. "You've ruined our home."

"You like rogues so much," I said, pointing to Valentina crying on the front lawn. "Now you can live like one."

I walked up to Damian and placed a hand on his arm. Sparks flew between us, calming his rage just a fraction.

"Let him drop," I said.

Damian tossed Santino into the rubble of his own living room.

"We are leaving," I announced. "Santino? Check your bank account."

Santino scrambled for his phone, his trembling fingers tapping the screen.

"Zero?" His eyes went wide with horror. "Everything is... gone?"

"I withdrew my investments," I said. "You and your pack are bankrupt because of your sheer stupidity."

I turned and walked out through the gaping hole where the front door used to be. Damian walked beside me, his large hand resting protectively on my waist.

I stepped out into the sunlight.

For the first time in three years, I didn't feel heavy, and I didn't feel weak.

I felt like a Queen.

But as I reached Damian's SUV, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. It wasn't from the slap; it was something else.

I looked back at the ruins. This was only the beginning.

"Damian," I whispered as he opened the door for me. "Prepare the legal team. I'm suing him to pay for that necklace. And I want a paternity test done on that rogue's child."

Damian smirked, his eyes fierce and predatory. "Whatever you command, my love."