Eloise POV:

I woke up being dragged.

My feet scraped against rough concrete. My body felt heavy, like it was filled with lead. The burns on my neck throbbed in rhythm with my heartbeat.

"Careful with her," Holden’s voice floated from somewhere above me. "We need the veins intact."

"She's weak, Alpha," a new voice said. It sounded greasy. "If we take too much, she'll go into shock."

"Jaidyn needs it," Holden replied curtly. "Just do it."

I forced my eyes open.

We were in a room that looked like a clinic, but it was filthy. The tiles were stained brown. The light flickered with a buzzing sound.

They hoisted me onto a metal table.

Jaidyn lay on a pristine bed across the room. She was hooked up to an IV drip that was currently empty.

"What..." I tried to speak, but my throat was dry as sandpaper.

"Save your strength," the greasy doctor said. He was a Rogue, judging by the lack of a pack mark on his neck. He tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm.

"Holden," I rasped. "Don't."

Holden stood by Jaidyn’s side, holding her hand. He wouldn't look at me.

"Jaidyn's blood count is dropping," he recited, like a rehearsed script. "The injury you caused her destabilized her system. She needs a transfusion from a high-ranking female. You owe her this."

"She heals..." I whispered. "She heals... faster than me..."

"Liar," Holden spat.

The doctor shoved a thick needle into the crook of my elbow.

I flinched, a hiss of pain escaping my lips.

Dark red blood began to flow through the clear tube. I watched my life force draining away, moving across the room toward the woman who wanted to destroy me.

As the bag filled, the room began to spin. Cold crept up my extremities.

But deep inside, in the place where my wolf slept, something was happening.

Usually, the silver suppressed everything. But the loss of blood was triggering a survival mechanism. That ancient, dormant instinct I had felt in the cell was now roaring.

Thump-thump.

My heart beat slower, but harder. It felt less like biology and more like geology—tectonic plates shifting inside my soul.

Thump-thump.

It wasn't just my heart. It was a drumbeat. A call to war.

Across the room, Jaidyn sat up. She looked at the blood bag with hungry eyes.

"It looks rich," she said, licking her lips. "Maybe I'll take it all."

"Jaidyn, relax," Holden soothed her. "You'll get what you need."

He stepped out of the room to answer a phone call.

The moment the door clicked shut, Jaidyn hopped off the bed. She walked over to me, dragging her IV pole.

She leaned over my face.

"You know," she whispered, "your blood smells... powerful. Like winter."

She reached out and flicked the needle in my arm. Pain shot up my shoulder.

"Oops," she giggled. She pushed me hard.

I was too weak to resist. I rolled off the narrow table, crashing onto the dirty floor. The needle ripped out of my arm. Blood sprayed across the tiles.

My head hit the corner of a metal cabinet.

Blackness swarmed my vision. I couldn't move. I lay in a pool of my own blood, watching it spread.

Alphons...

I didn't think it. I felt it. I threw every ounce of my fading life force into that one name.

Alphons POV:

The council room was boring. Old men arguing about border taxes.

I was staring at my phone. Eloise hadn't replied to my messages for two days. I had assumed she needed space, that the trauma of the rejection was hitting her. My guards hadn't reported in, which was concerning, but signal jammers were common in the mountains. I was about to send a retrieval team.

But my wolf was pacing. Restless. Hunt. Find her.

Suddenly, a pain ripped through my chest.

It wasn't a heart attack. It was worse. It felt like a jagged hook had been sunk into my soul and yanked.

I stood up so fast my heavy oak chair flew backward and shattered against the wall.

The room went silent.

"Alpha King?" one of the elders asked, trembling.

"Silence!" I roared.

My vision went red. I felt it. The bond. It was screaming. It was fraying.

She is dying.

My mate. My Queen.

I didn't ask for permission. I didn't take the elevator.

I ran to the window and smashed through the glass, leaping from the third story. I landed in a crouch, the concrete cracking under my feet.

I shifted.

My clothes shredded as my Lycan form took over. I was bigger than a normal wolf, a monstrosity of black fur and muscle standing eight feet tall on hind legs.

I threw my head back and howled.

It was a command to every wolf in the city. FIND HER.

The scent hit me on the wind. Faint. Metallic. Blood. Her blood.

And beneath it, the stink of rogue filth and my brother's cowardly musk.

I ran. I tore through traffic, vaulting over cars. I was a blur of shadow and death.

I reached the derelict clinic in the rogue district. The door was locked.

I didn't open it. I ran through it.

Wood and metal exploded inward.

I smelled her before I saw her. The scent of snow and pine was drowning in the copper smell of blood.

I burst into the room.

There she was. Lying on the floor. Pale as a ghost. A pool of crimson expanding around her head.

A female stood over her, laughing.

My vision narrowed to a pinprick. The beast inside me took full control.

KILL.

I let out a roar that shook the foundation of the building, shattering every lightbulb in the hallway.

The King had arrived. And he brought hell with him.

Alphons POV:

The room smelled of death.

Not the clean death of a hunt, but the stale, copper tang of murder.

I stood in the doorway, my chest heaving, the wolf inside me clawing at my ribcage, demanding blood. The door hung off its hinges where I had smashed through it.

On the floor lay my world. Eloise.

She was pale, so pale she looked like marble. Blood pooled around her head, matting her hair.

Above her stood the woman. Jaidyn. She held an IV pole like a weapon, a cruel smirk frozen on her face as she realized I was there.

"King... Alphons?" she squeaked.

She dropped the pole. It clattered loudly on the tiles.

"I... she attacked me! I was defending myself!" Jaidyn stammered, backing away. She tried to make herself look small, fluttering her eyelashes, releasing a scent of distressed omega.

It was fake. Every inch of her smelled of rot and deception.

I didn't speak. I didn't blink.

I released my Aura.

It wasn't a wave; it was a hammer. I pushed my dominance out, filling the room with the crushing weight of a Supreme Alpha.

"Ghhhk!"

Jaidyn hit the floor. Her knees cracked against the tile. She clawed at her throat, gasping for air that I refused to let her have.

I stepped over her. She was nothing. Dirt beneath my boot.

I knelt beside Eloise.

"Mate," I rumbled, my voice trembling.

I touched her cheek. Her skin was ice cold. The bond between us was faint, a flickering candle in a hurricane.

"Alphons?"

Holden appeared in the doorway, phone in hand. He stopped dead. His eyes went wide as he took in the scene—his "beloved" Jaidyn gasping on the floor, and me, the King of Lycans, cradling the woman he had thrown away.

"Brother," Holden said, his voice shaking. "You... you can't be here. This is a private medical matter."

I slowly turned my head to look at him.

"Medical matter?" I asked. My voice was low, a growl that vibrated the glass cabinets. "You call draining my Luna dry a medical matter?"

"She stabbed Jaidyn!" Holden shouted, pointing at the woman on the floor. "Eloise is dangerous! She's a rogue at heart! Look at Jaidyn's arm!"

I looked at Jaidyn. She was still pinned by my Aura, weeping silently.

I stood up. I walked over to her.

"Let's see," I said.

I reached down and grabbed Jaidyn’s arm.

"No! It hurts!" she screamed.

I didn't care. I ripped the bandage off in one motion.

Holden gasped.

The skin was smooth. Pale. Unblemished.

There was no wound. Not even a scar.

"What?" Holden whispered. "But... she was bleeding. I saw the blood."

"She is a wolf, you fool," I spat, throwing Jaidyn’s arm back down. "We heal. If she was truly sick, truly weak as she claims, that wound would still be open. She healed in minutes. She has been playing you like a fiddle."

Holden stared at the arm, his brain trying to process the betrayal.

"But... the doctor said..."

"The doctor is dead if he is still in this building," I promised.

I turned back to Eloise. She stirred. Her eyelids fluttered open.

"Alphons?" she whispered.

The sound of my name on her lips broke the beast's rage and replaced it with a desperate need to protect.

I was at her side instantly. I stripped off my shredded jacket and wrapped it around her. It was soaked in my scent—pine, rain, and power.

"I am here," I said softly. "I have you."

She looked past me. She saw Holden standing there, looking lost and confused.

"Holden," she rasped.

Holden took a step forward. "Eloise, I... I didn't know she healed. I thought..."

"Stop," she said. Her voice was weak, but her eyes were steel.

She took a breath, wincing as her ribs expanded.

"I, Eloise Bowers," she whispered, every word a struggle, "reject you, Holden Callahan, as my family. I reject you as my Alpha. I sever the ties of blood and pack."

The air in the room snapped.

It wasn't a mate rejection, but a pack rejection. It was a spiritual severing.

Holden flinched as if slapped. "Eloise, you can't..."

Her head lolled back against my shoulder. Her eyes rolled up. She went limp in my arms.

"Eloise!" I roared.

I scooped her up. She weighed nothing. The silver collar around her neck burned my hand, but I didn't let go. I ripped the metal band apart with my bare fingers, throwing the pieces at Holden’s feet.

"Pray to the Goddess she lives," I told him, my eyes flashing gold. "Because if she dies, I will erase the Callahan name from history."

I walked out into the night, leaving my brother standing in the ruins of his own stupidity.