*Aria POV:*

The silence in the garden was heavy, pressing down on us like a physical weight. The colorful balloons and streamers now looked grotesque against the grim reality of the moment.

I stood beside James, my spine straight, my face devoid of emotion. Inside, I was a graveyard, but outside, I was ice.

"What... what do you mean?" Theo's voice trembled. He looked from me to his mother, Lydia, who was turning a sickly shade of grey. "Mother? You said... you said the baby died of natural causes. You said Aria was weak."

Lydia clutched her pearl necklace, her eyes darting around the crowd of pack members. "She is lying! She is hysterical! Security, remove them!"

"No one moves," James commanded.

His Alpha Aura rolled out in a suffocating wave. It wasn't just fear; it was a biological imperative. Every wolf in the vicinity, except for me and his own elites, lowered their heads, their inner wolves forcing them to submit to a King.

I reached into my purse. I didn't have a weapon. I had something far more destructive.

I pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. *It was a copy of a DNA test. James had resources everywhere-money buys loyalty, and a nurse at the city hospital had been more than happy to swap a vial of blood for a year's salary.*

"You want the truth, Theo?" I asked, my voice flat. "Here."

I threw the paper at him. It fluttered in the breeze before hitting his chest.

Theo scrambled to catch it. His hands shook so badly he almost dropped it. Elena, still sitting on her throne, went pale. She tried to stand up, but the weight of James's aura pinned her to the chair.

"Theo, don't read that!" Elena shrieked. "It's a forgery! They are trying to trick you!"

Theo ignored her. His eyes scanned the document. I watched the blood drain from his face.

"Paternity exclusion," he whispered, reading the medical jargon. "0% probability."

He looked up, his eyes wide and watery. "This... this isn't my son?"

"Of course not," I said coldly. "Elena has been sleeping with a Rogue from the Northern Wilds for a year. Everyone knew she was loose. Everyone except you."

"And my baby?" Theo took a step toward me, the paper crumpling in his fist. "My son?"

"Your parents killed him," I said. I pointed a finger at Lydia. "She wore gloves dusted with silver. She kicked me in the stomach. Silver burns us, Theo. It stops our healing. It poisoned the placenta. My baby suffocated inside me while I begged for his life."

A collective gasp went through the crowd. To harm a pup was the ultimate sin in our culture. To use silver on a pregnant female was a war crime.

Theo turned to his mother. The look on his face was terrifying. It was the look of a man whose entire world had just snapped.

"Mother?" he choked out. "Tell me she's lying."

Lydia opened her mouth to speak, to spin another web of lies, but the weight of her guilt-and the fury of the Alpha King standing next to me-was too much.

She clutched her chest. Her face twisted in agony. "I... I did it for the pack... for the bloodline..."

She collapsed.

"Lydia!" Marcus, Theo's father, roared. He caught her before she hit the grass.

But Theo didn't move to help her. He turned to Elena.

Elena was sobbing now, clutching the baby who was wailing in the tense atmosphere. "Theo, please! I was lonely! You were always working! The Rogue... he made me feel special!"

"You made me cast out my Mate," Theo growled. His voice deepened, his canine teeth extending as his wolf fought for control. "You made me kill my son."

"I didn't mean for it to happen!" Elena screamed.

The sound of a slap echoed through the garden. It wasn't Theo.

It was Marcus. He had left his unconscious wife on the grass and stormed over to his son. He punched Theo squarely in the jaw, sending him sprawling into the dirt.

"You fool!" Marcus bellowed, kicking his own son. "You let a whore into our house! You destroyed our legacy! You are no Alpha!"

The Black Rose Pack was in chaos. The leaders were fighting, the Luna was unconscious, and the heir was a fraud.

I watched it all. I watched Theo bleeding in the dirt, looking up at me with pleading eyes.

*Aria,* his voice echoed in my head, weak and desperate. *Help me.*

I looked at him. I remembered how he used to hold me. I remembered how he promised to protect me.

Then I remembered the cold earth of the servant's room.

*I can't hear you,* I sent back through the link, my mental voice sharp as a blade.

I turned to James. "I'm done here."

James nodded, wrapping a protective arm around my shoulders. We walked away, leaving the screams and the ruin behind us. I didn't feel happy. I didn't feel sad.

I just felt the first stirring of something new. The desire to burn it all down.

*Aria POV:*

Six months.

That is how long it takes for a heart to turn into stone.

I lived in the Thorn Pack now. The environment was a stark contrast to the decaying gloom of the Black Rose estate. Here, the Pack House was a modern fortress of glass and steel, nestled in mountains that smelled of crisp pine and freedom.

I didn't just sit around and mourn. Grief is a luxury I could no longer afford.

I enrolled in the Medical Academy. In our world, Healers are revered. We use a combination of modern medicine and ancient herbalism, channeling our energy to knit flesh and bone. I threw myself into my studies, learning the anatomy of a wolf, the weak points, the pressure points.

I learned how to heal. And I learned how to hurt.

Every night, my phone would light up.

*Theo: Please, Aria. Talk to me.*

*Theo: I kicked Elena out. She is living on the streets.*

*Theo: My mother is paralyzed from the stroke. She can't speak.*

*Theo: I miss you. The pack is falling apart without a Luna.*

I never replied. I blocked his number, but he would get new ones. I blocked his Mind-Link, building a mental wall so thick not even a whisper could get through.

One morning in December, snow was falling softly outside the library window. I was studying the properties of Wolfsbane when James walked in.

He placed a thick folder on my desk.

"Merry Christmas, kid," he said, his voice gruff but warm.

I opened the folder. It was a legal document.

*Acquisition and Merger Agreement.*

"What is this?" I asked, tracing the bold letters.

"The Black Rose Pack is bankrupt," James explained, leaning against the bookshelf. "Their stocks have tanked since the scandal. Their investors pulled out when they realized their Alpha is an emotional wreck who can't lead. Theo is selling off assets to keep the lights on."

"And?"

"And I bought their debt," James grinned, showing his teeth. "All of it. The land, the businesses, the Pack House. Technically, the Thorn Group now owns the Black Rose Pack."

My heart skipped a beat. Not out of love, but out of a dark, thrilling satisfaction.

"He doesn't know it's you?" I asked.

"He knows it's the Thorn Group. He doesn't know who will be signing the final papers," James winked. "I thought you might want the honors."

I looked down at my hands. They were no longer the trembling hands of a pregnant girl begging for mercy. They were steady. Strong.

"When is the signing?" I asked.

"Tomorrow. Noon. At their headquarters."

I stood up. "I need a dress."

"What kind?"

"Green," I said. "The color of poison. And the color of new life."

That night, I stood in front of the full-length mirror. The emerald silk dress hugged my curves, the slit running high up my thigh. I applied dark red lipstick, sharp as a wound.

I closed my eyes and reached deep inside myself. *For months, I had been researching my lineage. I discovered that my bloodline wasn't weak; it was rare. The silence of my wolf hadn't been weakness; it was a protective shell, a hibernation state designed to preserve the immense power of the Royal Bloodline until I was strong enough to wield it. The trauma had cracked the shell.*

*Wake up,* I whispered to her. *It is time to hunt.*

Deep in the recesses of my mind, I felt a stir. A low rumble. Then, a growl. It wasn't the soft whimper of the Omega I used to be. It was the snarl of something ancient.

My eyes snapped open. In the mirror, my irises flashed a brilliant, glowing violet.

The sign of a waking royal bloodline.

"Welcome back," I whispered to my reflection.