My bare feet slapped against the cold marble floor as I stumbled through the pack house corridors, leaving wet footprints in my wake. The ceremonial dress clung to my skin like a second layer of humiliation, and I could still hear the echo of Capri's laughter ringing in my ears.

I needed to get away. I needed to think. I needed to understand how my mate—my fated mate—could stand there and watch me be degraded at my own parents' memorial.

Kolson's private Alpha office was the closest sanctuary I could find. I pushed through the heavy oak door and immediately went for the small bathroom attached to his workspace. My reflection in the mirror made me flinch. My dark hair was plastered to my skull, mascara streaked down my cheeks in black rivers, and the white silk dress might as well have been invisible.

I grabbed a thick towel from the shelf and wrapped it around my shoulders, but it did nothing to warm the ice that had settled in my chest. My wolf was pacing restlessly, her anger a low, constant growl in the back of my mind.

Something was wrong. Something beyond the obvious cruelty of what had just happened. My instincts were screaming at me, but I couldn't put my finger on what they were trying to tell me.

I walked back into the main office, still dripping, and reached blindly across Kolson's massive mahogany desk for another towel. My elbow knocked against something hard—his tablet, which went sliding across the polished surface.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

The screen lit up with a rapid succession of notifications, all from Capri. The messages were flooding in so fast I could barely read them, but a few phrases caught my eye:

"OMG 50K views already!"

"The comments are INSANE"

"Best content we've made yet!"

We've made?

My blood turned to ice water in my veins. I stared at the screen, my hand hovering over the tablet. I shouldn't look. This was Kolson's private device. But my wolf was practically clawing her way out of my chest, demanding answers.

I touched the screen.

The tablet wasn't even password protected. It opened directly to a message thread between Kolson and Capri, and what I saw there made my knees buckle.

"Operation Ice Queen is a go. You have the bucket ready?"

"Yeah. You sure about the timing? Right during the prayer?"

"Trust me, the shock value will be PERFECT. My followers eat this stuff up."

"Capri, I don't know... it's her parents' memorial."

"Kolson, we talked about this. You promised to help me get to a million followers. This is how we do it. Besides, she'll get over it."

I scrolled up, my hands shaking so violently I could barely control the screen. There were dozens of messages, going back weeks. Planning. Scheming. Plotting my humiliation like it was some kind of business strategy.

But then I saw something that made my world tilt completely off its axis.

A folder labeled "Deleted - Recover?"

My finger hovered over it. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to stop, to put the tablet down, to pretend I'd never seen any of this. But I couldn't. I had to know.

I tapped the folder.

The files that opened made me sink into Kolson's leather chair, my legs no longer able to support me. Mind-link transcripts. Text messages. And something called "Content Scripts" with detailed scenarios and expected reactions.

I found the entry dated three weeks ago. The day I lost the baby.

"Stress Test #3: Capri stages 'emergency' requiring immediate pack response. Aviana left alone during vulnerable time. Film reaction for 'Abandoned Luna' series."

Below that, in Kolson's handwriting: "Capri says the stress hormones will make for better 'authentic' footage. I told her Aviana's been having some issues but she insists the content needs to be real."

And then, Capri's response: "If something happens, we can always spin it as 'tragedy content.' My followers love a good sob story."

If something happens.

They knew. They knew the stress could hurt the baby, and they did it anyway. For content. For views. For Capri's fucking follower count.

My vision blurred as tears of pure rage filled my eyes. But I kept scrolling, because some sick part of me needed to know how deep this betrayal went.

Then I found it. The file that shattered what was left of my world.

"Silvermoon Patrol Routes - CLASSIFIED"

Attached to a message from Capri to someone named @WildlifeVlogger23: "Posted the route schedules like you asked! Can't wait to see what kind of 'wildlife' you capture on camera! This is going to be SUCH good content for my survival series!"

The timestamp was three days before my parents died.

Three days before the rogue attack that killed them.

I stared at the screen until the words blurred together, my brain refusing to process what I was seeing. Capri had leaked classified patrol information to strangers on the internet. She had essentially drawn a map for anyone who wanted to attack the Silvermoon territory.

For a vlog. For content. For views.

My parents died because of a fucking social media post.

The tablet slipped from my numb fingers and clattered to the floor. I sat in the darkness of Kolson's office, wrapped in a towel, staring at nothing as the full scope of the betrayal crashed over me like another bucket of ice water.

They hadn't just humiliated me tonight. They had killed my parents. They had killed my baby. And they had documented every second of my suffering for entertainment.

Somewhere deep in my chest, something that had been cracked finally shattered completely. The mate bond, already weakened by tonight's betrayal, snapped like a rubber band stretched too far.

I wasn't just angry anymore. I was done.

And as I sat there in the dark, my wolf stopped pacing. She sat back on her haunches, tilted her head toward the moon, and began to plan.

The freezing numbness of my grief vanished, swallowed instantly by a violent, white-hot inferno. My inner wolf didn't just whimper anymore; she roared. It was a primal, bloodthirsty sound that clawed its way through my chest, demanding retribution. And with that ferocious roar, something physical snapped inside my mind.

The oppressive, suffocating weight of Kolson’s Alpha aura—the invisible chain that had forced my wolf into submission on the altar—shattered into dust. The fated bond that had kept me docile and desperate for his approval was dead. He had no power over me anymore. I was free. I was furious. And I was dangerously calm.

I snatched the tablet from the floor. My fingers flew across the glowing screen. I didn't have much time. I opened Kolson's secure files, the financial records, the mind-link transcripts, the twisted 'Content Scripts', and that damning classified patrol route. I selected them all. I opened a secure, encrypted cloud server I had set up months ago for Luna charity funds—a server Kolson didn't even know existed.

Upload.

The progress bar crawled across the screen. My heart pounded against my ribs, a steady war drum. 98%... 99%... 100%.

Done.

I swiftly deleted the sent history, cleared the cache, and wiped the recently viewed folders. Just as the screen went black, the heavy brass handle of the office door began to turn.

I tossed the tablet onto the center of the mahogany desk and pulled the damp towel tighter around my shivering shoulders. I let my head drop, masking the lethal predator that had just awakened in my eyes, playing the broken Luna one last time as Kolson walked in.

***

The next afternoon, the crisp autumn air bit at my cheeks. It was the weekly pack run, a sacred tradition meant to honor our wolves and strengthen our community bonds. But to Capri, it was just another aesthetic backdrop for her content farm.

I stood behind the heavy line of pine trees, watching her. She was wearing pristine, designer athletic wear that no real wolf would ever shift or run in, holding her phone high on a silver selfie stick.

"Hey guys!" Capri chirped, her voice dripping with that signature, sickening sweetness. She pouted her lips at the camera. "Out here in the woods with my amazing foster brother's pack! Nature is just so healing, you know? It really puts things into perspective."

My wolf pushed to the surface. My vision sharpened, the edges of the world tinting with gold. I stepped out from the shadows. I didn't lower my gaze. I didn't shrink my posture to appear non-threatening. I walked with the lethal grace of an apex predator, stepping directly into the camera's frame.

Capri blinked, her fake smile faltering for a fraction of a second. "Oh, Aviana... hey."

I didn't say a word. I reached out and snatched the phone and the selfie stick right out of her perfectly manicured hands.

"Hey! What are you doing? I'm live!" Capri hissed, her eyes darting around nervously as she reached for the device.

I easily sidestepped her, turning the camera to face me. The chat on the screen was a rapid blur of emojis and confusing comments.

Who is that?

Omg it's the Luna from the ice video!

Is she mad?

I stared dead into the lens, locking eyes with thousands of strangers. My expression was pure ice.

"Healing," I repeated, the word tasting like poison on my tongue. "That's a beautiful word, Capri. But let's talk about the dark reality behind this flawless influencer aesthetic."

The chat slowed for a heartbeat. Capri lunged for the phone again, but I shoved her back with a hard, authoritative push to her shoulder. She stumbled, her eyes widening in genuine shock. I had never laid a hand on her before.

"Let's talk about how far someone will go for views," I said, my voice projecting clearly over the rustling wind, cold and unyielding. "Did you know that sometimes, a staged prank can cost an unborn life? Did you know that a simple nature vlog can summon monsters to slaughter innocent people?"

The silence in the woods was deafening, but the screen in my hand erupted into absolute chaos.

Thousands of comments flew by in a dizzying stream. Capri's human followers were bewildered, typing frantically. Is this a movie promo? What monsters? True crime vlog?!

But the werewolves watching—the members of our pack and others hiding in plain sight—knew exactly what "unborn life" and "summoning monsters" meant. Rogues. Miscarriage. The ripples of suspicion were already turning into a tidal wave of outrage across the supernatural community.

"Give it back!" Capri shrieked, her sweet persona completely dissolving into a panicked, ugly sneer.

I looked at her, then back at the camera. "Watch closely, everyone," I whispered into the microphone. "The truth is coming."

Before Capri could grab the stick, I dropped the phone onto the hard, rocky dirt path. The glass screen shattered with a sharp crack, splintering right down the middle of Capri's horrified reflection, leaving the live stream staring blindly up at the sky.

The heavy oak door of my bedroom didn't just open; it splintered inward with a violent crash. Wood shards skittered across the hardwood floor. Kolson stood in the doorway, his chest heaving, his eyes entirely black. His wolf was in control, and he was furious. Behind his massive frame cowered Capri, clutching his shirt, her face buried in her hands as she unleashed loud, theatrical sobs.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" Kolson roared.

Before I could even open my mouth, the crushing, suffocating weight of his Alpha aura slammed into me. It hit me like a freight train. My spine collided hard with the plaster wall, pinning me in place. My inner wolf didn't cower or submit—she snarled, disgusted by him—but my human body was hopelessly trapped by his sheer supernatural force.

"You ruined her live stream! You humiliated her in front of millions of people!" Kolson snarled, stepping directly into my space.

"She killed my parents, Kolson!" I screamed back, fighting the invisible pressure crushing my chest. "She orchestrated the attack! She caused my miscarriage!"

"It was an accident! She was just making content!" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. The sheer absurdity of his words made my stomach churn. "Her career is everything to her, Aviana. You know how hard she's worked for this! You had no right to steal her phone!"

Then, the sobbing stopped.

Capri peeked out from behind his broad shoulder. The tears vanished instantly, replaced by a wicked, triumphant smirk. She stepped out of his shadow, walking right up to me while Kolson kept me helplessly pinned against the wall.

"You really think you can win against me?" Capri whispered. Her voice was no longer the sweet, chirpy tone she used for her followers. It was pure, dripping venom. She glanced at Kolson, but he didn't even flinch. He just stared blankly ahead, letting her do whatever she wanted. "I have him completely wrapped around my finger. I always have, and I always will."

She pulled a backup phone from her designer pocket, tapping the screen. "You ruined today's plan, but I have so many more scripts ready. Next week, we're doing the 'Terrified Luna' series. I'm going to lock you in the abandoned silver mines for a few hours. Your panic attacks will get me so many likes and brand deals. And Kolson?"

She patted his chest. "He's going to hand me the keys."

I stared at my fated mate, begging him with my eyes to deny it. To protect me. But Kolson just looked away, his jaw tight.

"It's just for a few hours, Aviana," he muttered. "It'll boost her engagement. We owe her that much."

My heart turned to absolute ice. The man standing before me wasn't my mate. He was a pathetic puppet, entirely lost to his toxic trauma bond.

I didn't pack a bag. I didn't leave a note. When midnight struck and the pack house finally fell silent, I slipped out the window of my quarters and vanished into the treeline.

The autumn air was freezing, but my blood ran hot with purpose. I moved swiftly in my human form, staying downwind of the border patrols. I knew the Shadowcrest security blind spots better than anyone. Every step away from the territory felt like shedding a heavy, suffocating skin.

I reached the neutral territory borders an hour later. The river roared over jagged rocks, splitting the land between Shadowcrest and the Lycan kingdom. Standing on the opposite bank, bathed in the silver moonlight, was a towering, imposing figure.

Lycan Prince Maximus Hamilton.

He didn't look surprised to see me. He stood with his hands deep in the pockets of his dark coat, his golden eyes glowing fiercely in the shadows. The raw, ancient power of his Lycan blood commanded the very air around him, yet it didn't suffocate me like Kolson's aura. It felt grounded. It felt like a shield.

I waded through the icy shallows, the freezing water biting at my calves, and stopped just a few feet from him on the rocky shore.

"You finally see him for what he is," Maximus said. His voice was a deep, resonant rumble that vibrated in my chest. There was no pity in his tone. Just cold, hard fact.

"My mate is dead to me," I said, my voice steady despite the shivering of my wet skin. "He belongs to her."

Maximus's lip curled in absolute disgust. "A weak Alpha ruled by a human app and a toxic childhood bond. He disgraces the title. And she desecrates our sacred laws for sport."

He took a slow step closer. He was massive, easily a foot taller than me, but I didn't back down. I met his glowing golden gaze head-on.

"I saw what you did on that live stream today, Aviana," Maximus murmured, a flicker of genuine respect softening his harsh, aristocratic features. "You have the spirit of a true warrior. Your parents would be proud."

The mention of my parents made my throat tighten, but I swallowed the grief. Now was not the time for tears. Now was the time for war.

"I need your help, Maximus," I said plainly, lifting my chin. "I have the files. The financial records. The mind-link transcripts. But I need power and influence to back my play. I want to destroy her, and I want him to watch his empire crumble."

Maximus extended a massive, scarred hand toward me. A dangerous, thrilling smile played on his lips, revealing the tips of his sharp canines.

"I've been waiting for you to ask, little wolf," he said softly. "Let's burn their sick world to the ground."

I reached out and placed my hand firmly in his. The alliance was sealed.