The words kept replaying in my mind, each repetition driving the knife deeper.

"Fifty thousand upfront, the rest when you deliver her."

"She's wolfless, Vance. She won't fight back. And no one will miss her."

My cleaning supplies slipped from my burned hands and clattered against the floor.

The conversation inside Cole's office stopped abruptly. Footsteps approached the door. I should have run—every instinct screamed at me to flee—but my legs had turned to stone.

The door swung open fully, and Cole stood there, his expression shifting from surprise to cold calculation in the span of a heartbeat. Behind him, I caught a glimpse of Alpha Vance—older, rough-featured, with eyes that made my skin crawl.

"Serena." Cole's voice was flat. "How long have you been standing there?"

The truth burned in my throat like acid. "Long enough."

Something dangerous flickered across his face. "Then you know this doesn't concern you. Go back to your quarters."

"Doesn't concern me?" The words exploded out of me before I could stop them. Seven years of silence, of obedience, of swallowing every degradation—it all came rushing up at once. "You're selling me like I'm property! To him!"

I pointed at Vance, whose lips curved into a smile that made my stomach turn.

"Selling is such an ugly word," Cole said smoothly. "I prefer to think of it as a mutually beneficial arrangement. The pack needs capital for my ascension ceremony. Vance needs—well, let's just say he has particular tastes. And you—" His eyes raked over me with pure contempt. "You're finally serving a useful purpose."

Rage flooded through me, hot and blinding. "I've given you everything! Seven years of my life, my dignity, my—"

"Your what?" Cole's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "Your pathetic attempts at strategy? Your delusional belief that you mattered?"

Then his Alpha aura slammed into me.

It hit like a physical wall, crushing down on my shoulders with suffocating weight. My knees buckled. I crashed to the floor, my body betraying me, forcing me into submission even as my mind screamed in defiance.

"Know your place, Omega," Cole growled, his dominance pressing down harder. "You are weak. Wolfless. A burden this pack has carried out of charity for far too long."

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. The Alpha command wrapped around my throat like invisible hands.

"At least this way," he continued, stepping closer until his expensive shoes were inches from my face, "your existence will finally benefit someone. Me."

Vance's rough laugh echoed from the office. "She's got some fight in her. I like that."

The words sent ice through my veins.

Cole crouched down, grabbing my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes. "Vance will be here tomorrow morning to collect you. I suggest you spend tonight accepting your new reality."

He released me and stood, brushing off his hands as if touching me had soiled them. "Take her to the lower dungeon. Make sure she can't run."

Two pack guards materialized from the shadows—I hadn't even noticed them standing there. Their hands clamped around my arms, hauling me upright even as Cole's Alpha aura continued to press down on me.

They dragged me through the packhouse corridors, past the gleaming floors I'd scrubbed, past the elegant rooms where wolves like Lillian lived in luxury. Down the main stairs, then the service stairs, then another flight I'd never known existed.

The air grew colder with each step. Damper. The walls changed from polished wood to rough stone, the lighting from warm chandeliers to bare bulbs that flickered and buzzed.

Finally, we reached the lowest level—a place that felt more like a tomb than part of a functioning packhouse. The guards shoved me into a small cell with stone walls weeping moisture and a floor that was nothing but packed dirt.

The iron door slammed shut with a finality that echoed in my bones. A heavy lock clicked into place.

"Sweet dreams, Omega," one of the guards called out. Their footsteps receded, taking the light with them.

Darkness swallowed me whole.

I stood there in the suffocating blackness, my burned hands throbbing, my body still trembling from Cole's Alpha command. The cold seeped through my thin uniform, settling into my bones.

For seven years, I had sacrificed everything. My training. My dignity. My dreams. I had scrubbed floors until my hands bled. I had endured humiliation and degradation and endless cruelty, all because I believed—stupidly, desperately—that love and loyalty meant something.

That I meant something.

But I was wrong.

I had been nothing but a tool. A resource to be used and discarded. And now, a commodity to be sold to a monster.

Something inside me finally shattered.

Not my spirit. Not my will.

The cage I'd built around myself. The toxic belief that I deserved this suffering. That I was worthless without a wolf, without a mate, without the approval of people who had never valued me at all.

It broke apart, and in its place, something else rose up.

Rage.

Pure, unadulterated, burning rage.

And deep in my chest, where there had been only silence for twenty-three years, something stirred.

Something ancient.

Something powerful.

Something that had been waiting for this exact moment to finally wake up.

The darkness pressed against me like a living thing, cold and suffocating. I sat on the dirt floor of the dungeon cell, my back against the weeping stone wall, trying to process what had just happened.

Cole was selling me. To Alpha Vance. Like I was nothing more than livestock.

The rage that had been building inside me for seven years finally found its voice, and it was screaming.

I pressed my burned hands against my chest, feeling the hollow ache where the mate bond had been severed. The pain was different now—not just the soul-deep agony of rejection, but something sharper. Angrier. Like a wound that refused to heal because it was too busy plotting revenge.

"I gave him everything," I whispered to the darkness. "Everything."

My voice cracked on the words, but I kept talking. To myself. To the Moon Goddess who had apparently abandoned me. To anyone who might be listening in this godforsaken pit.

"Seven years of scrubbing floors. Seven years of taking their abuse. Seven years of believing I was worthless because I didn't have a wolf."

The words came faster now, each one stoking the fire in my chest.

"And he stole my work. My strategies. My mind. The only thing I had left that was mine, and he took it and claimed it as his own brilliance."

Something hot flared in my veins. Not anger this time—something else. Something that made the air around me shimmer.

"But I'm not worthless," I said, my voice growing stronger. "I'm not weak. I'm not—"

The heat exploded through me like lightning.

I screamed as it tore through my body, searing along every nerve, every muscle, every bone. But this wasn't the soul-tearing pain of the mate bond severance. This was different. This was power awakening.

My bones began to crack.

Not breaking—reshaping. Growing. The sound echoed off the stone walls like gunshots as my skeleton stretched and expanded. My spine elongated, my limbs extending, my jaw reshaping itself with wet, grinding pops.

I fell forward onto my hands and knees as my body betrayed everything I thought I knew about myself. Thick, silver fur erupted from my skin in waves, covering arms that were no longer human arms, legs that were no longer human legs.

The transformation was violent and beautiful and terrifying all at once. When it finally stopped, I was no longer the broken Omega cowering in a dungeon cell.

I was massive. Two meters of pure, predatory power covered in silver fur that seemed to glow in the darkness. My claws—actual claws—scraped against the stone floor as I tested this new body.

And then I heard her.

*Hello, Serena.*

The voice in my mind was regal, feminine, ancient. Not my own thoughts, but someone else speaking directly into my consciousness.

*My name is Luna,* she continued, and I could feel her presence like warm sunlight after years of cold rain. *I am your wolf. Your Royal Lycan. And I have been waiting so very long to finally meet you.*

"Luna," I whispered, and the sound came out as a low rumble that vibrated through my chest.

*You are not worthless,* she said firmly. *You are not weak. You are descended from the first Lycans, the Moon Goddess's chosen children. You are royalty, Serena. And it is time the world knew it.*

As she spoke, I felt something incredible happening inside me. The hollow ache where the mate bond had been was filling up, not with Cole's presence, but with something infinitely more powerful. My own worth. My own strength.

The severed bond wasn't just healing—it was being replaced by something unbreakable. Self-love. Self-respect. The absolute certainty that I had never needed Cole Griffin's approval to be magnificent.

*He rejected a goddess,* Luna purred, and I could feel her satisfaction like warm honey. *His loss will be legendary.*

I stood up on my hind legs, testing this new form. The ceiling of the cell was too low for my full height, but I could feel the raw power thrumming through every muscle. This was what I was meant to be. Not a cowering Omega, but a force of nature.

Hours passed as Luna and I got acquainted. She showed me how to shift back to human form, though I kept her close to the surface, ready to emerge again at a moment's notice. She told me stories of our lineage, of Royal Lycans who had shaped history from the shadows.

And then, just as dawn was breaking somewhere far above us, it happened.

A mind-link slammed into my consciousness with the force of a freight train. Not the weak, local pack-link I was used to, but something infinitely more powerful. Official. Encrypted with layers of security I'd only read about in theoretical texts.

*Serena Collins,* the voice was ancient, authoritative, tinged with respect I'd never heard directed at me before. *This is Elder Thorne of the Lycan King's Supreme Council. We have been tracking the IP signature of the tactical genius known as 'Shadow.' Your work has impressed the highest levels of our command structure.*

My breath caught. They knew. They'd found me.

*We formally request your presence as the specially appointed Lycan Council Assessor at the Regional Pack Alliance Summit in three days' time. Your expertise is required to evaluate the tactical presentations of the Future Alphas seeking official recognition.*

The irony was so perfect it made Luna laugh inside my mind.

*Cole Griffin will be presenting his 'innovations' at that summit,* Elder Thorne continued. *We believe you may find his presentation... interesting.*

I looked at the iron door of my cell, then at my hands. Human hands now, but with Luna's strength flowing through them.

I walked over to the door and placed my palms against the cold iron.

Then I pushed.

The metal shrieked as it bent, the lock snapping like a twig. The door flew off its hinges and crashed against the opposite wall with a sound like thunder.

I stepped through the ruined doorway and began climbing the stairs, Luna's power singing in my veins.

Somewhere above me, I could hear the rumble of vehicles arriving at the packhouse. Alpha Vance, most likely, coming to collect his purchase.

He was going to be very disappointed.

But not nearly as disappointed as Cole Griffin was going to be in three days' time.

I smiled as I reached the main level and slipped out through a side door into the pre-dawn darkness. For the first time in seven years, I felt truly alive.

The hunt was about to begin.