I burst through the greenhouse doors, my lungs burning from the smoke I'd inhaled. The cool night air hit my face, but it did nothing to calm the inferno raging inside me. My cheeks were streaked with ash and tears—not of sadness, but of pure, unadulterated rage.

"Two years," I whispered, my voice breaking as I stared at Makayla. "Two years of work. Gone."

The celebration guests had gathered outside, drawn by the commotion. Xavier stood among them, his arm still wrapped possessively around Makayla's waist. His eyes narrowed as he watched me approach his precious Makayla with fury etched across my face.

"What happened?" someone asked.

"An accident," Makayla said quickly, her voice dripping with false concern. "I was just trying to help her with the flowers, and I accidentally knocked over a lamp. I feel terrible about it."

I stopped directly in front of her, my hands trembling at my sides. "An accident?" My voice was dangerously quiet. "You used accelerant, Makayla. I smelled it."

The crowd murmured in shock.

"That's ridiculous," Makayla protested, her eyes wide with manufactured innocence. "Why would I do something like that? You're overreacting about some plants."

"Some plants?" I repeated, my voice rising. "Those weren't just plants. They were sacred moonflowers—two years of cultivation gone in seconds because of you."

Makayla reached out as if to comfort me, her hand almost touching my arm. "Aria, please—I know you're upset, but maybe we can salvage something from the damage. Let me help you—"

The touch of her skin against mine snapped something inside me. Before I could think, my hand moved of its own accord, connecting with her cheek in a slap that echoed through the stunned silence.

Makayla stumbled backward, her hand flying to her reddened face. "Xavier!" she cried, her voice breaking perfectly on cue.

The sound that emerged from Xavier's throat wasn't human. It was a roar that shook the night air, primal and furious. His eyes flashed with his wolf's rage as he stepped toward me.

"You dare strike my mate?" he snarled.

I felt it then—his Alpha aura exploding outward like a physical wave. Every wolf present except Makayla dropped to their knees, their bodies responding instinctively to the overwhelming dominance. But I remained standing, my wolfless body unable to sense the command to submit.

Xavier's eyes widened in momentary surprise before narrowing dangerously. He advanced toward me with deliberate, menacing steps.

"You dare strike my mate?" he repeated, each word dripping with venom.

I tried to back away, but my body refused to move. Not because of his Alpha aura—but because of the sheer force of my own rage.

"Your mate?" I spat the words at him. "I am your chosen mate, Xavier. Not her."

His laugh was cold and cruel. "A defective, wolfless mate? You're nothing but a convenient political arrangement."

Xavier's hand shot out, gripping me by the throat. He lifted me effortlessly, my feet leaving the ground as he slammed me against the greenhouse's stone foundation.

"Xavier, stop!" someone called out—Lucas, perhaps—but Xavier's growl silenced them.

I gasped for air as his aura pressed down on me like crushing weight. Without a wolf to fight back, my human body was no match for an Alpha's dominance.

"You should be grateful I even agreed to this arrangement," Xavier hissed, his face inches from mine. "A wolfless disgrace like you should consider yourself lucky to be associated with the Matthews name."

With a sudden motion, he threw me to the ground. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs, but before I could recover, his foot connected with my ribs. Pain exploded through my body as he began to beat me systematically—striking my face, my ribs, my back.

Each blow came with a verbal assault. "Defective... worthless... ungrateful..."

I tried to curl into myself, to protect my vital organs, but Xavier grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back. When I attempted to crawl away, he stepped on my outstretched hand, grinding his heel until I screamed.

Through my swollen eyes, I could see Makayla watching with undisguised satisfaction. She touched her reddened cheek occasionally, whimpering softly whenever Xavier's attention threatened to wander.

"Please," she whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Don't hurt her too badly. She's just confused and angry."

But her eyes told a different story—they gleamed with triumph as she watched me suffer.

Across the courtyard, Beta Lucas stood frozen, his jaw clenched tight. I could see the conflict in his eyes—the desire to intervene warring with his loyalty to his Alpha. In the end, he simply looked away, unable to watch but unwilling to defy Xavier's dominance.

As Xavier's boot connected with my side again, I realized with crystal clarity that no one was coming to save me. I was alone, unprotected, and completely at the mercy of a monster who had never seen me as anything more than a political convenience.

And somewhere deep inside me, something stirred—something that had been dormant for far too long.

Xavier's fist hovered above my face, his features contorted with rage. Blood trickled from my split lip, and each breath sent sharp pains through my ribs. I could taste copper on my tongue, could feel my left eye swelling shut.

"You're going to learn your place," he snarled, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I'll mark this wolfless bitch as Omega so everyone knows her true place."

I tried to speak, to remind him that marking someone against their will was forbidden by pack law, but my swollen jaw wouldn't cooperate. Instead, I spat blood onto the stone beneath me, earning another vicious kick to my side.

"Xavier, please!" Makayla's voice carried a note of false concern that made my stomach turn. "You're hurting her!"

But her eyes—those eyes told a different story. They gleamed with satisfaction as she watched me suffer.

Suddenly, the night air changed. A rhythmic thrumming cut through Xavier's next threat, growing louder by the second. Everyone froze, heads turning toward the sound.

"What the hell is that?" Xavier muttered.

The answer came in the form of brilliant searchlights that swept across the island, illuminating the burning greenhouse and the gathered crowd. A massive military-grade helicopter bearing the distinctive silver emblem of the North American Werewolf Council descended onto the island's landing pad.

Xavier's grip on my arm loosened as he stared at the approaching aircraft. "This is ridiculous," he scoffed, but I could hear the uncertainty creeping into his voice. "Do you think you can impress me with—"

The helicopter touched down with military precision, its blades still spinning as the side door slid open. Six heavily armed wolves in Council enforcer uniforms emerged, moving in perfect tactical formation. Their boots hit the ground in unison, weapons drawn and ready.

The lead enforcer, a tall man with silver-streaked hair and eyes like arctic ice, stepped forward. Commander Jace Stone—I recognized him immediately from our secure communications. He took in the scene with a single sweeping glance: the burning greenhouse, my broken form on the ground, Xavier's aggressive stance.

"Alpha Xavier Matthews," Commander Stone's voice cut through the night with absolute authority, "you and your pack members are under arrest for trespassing on Council territory, destroying classified research materials, and assault of a Council official."

Xavier released me completely then, his attention fully on the enforcers. I slumped against the stone foundation, trying to stay conscious through the pain.

"This is absurd," Xavier laughed, but it sounded forced. "Do you know who I am? Who my father is?"

He released his Alpha aura toward the enforcers, a wave of dominance that would have brought any normal wolf to their knees. "My father has connections in the Council. I'm untouchable."

The enforcers didn't even flinch.

"Connections?" Commander Stone's eyebrow arched slightly. "Yes, we're aware of Alpha Richard's... connections. That's why you're being taken into custody."

He nodded to his team, and they advanced with practiced efficiency, producing restraints laced with silver that gleamed in the helicopter's lights.

When Xavier's Beta moved to defend his Alpha, three enforcers subdue him in seconds. They worked with terrifying precision, twisting his arms behind his back and securing the silver restraints before he could even shift.

"Silver?" Xavier's voice rose an octave. "You dare use silver on me?"

"Standard protocol for high-risk detainees," Commander Stone replied calmly.

Xavier's face contorted, his features beginning to shift. His canines elongated, claws emerged from his fingertips, and his eyes flashed with his wolf's rage as he prepared to fight.

"Last warning, Alpha Matthews," Commander Stone said, his voice deadly quiet.

Xavier snarled, lunging forward with partial shift complete.

Commander Stone nodded once to his team. As one, they released their combined auras—six highly trained elite wolves whose collective presence hit Xavier like a physical wall.

I watched in amazement as Xavier's partial shift reversed involuntarily. His wolf whimpered in submission to superior power, claws retracting and canines shrinking back into human teeth.

Two enforcers moved forward, forcing him to his knees. The silver restraints clamped around his wrists with a sizzle that made him cry out in pain.

"Makayla!" Xavier shouted, straining against his bonds.

She screamed his name, trying to run to him, but two enforcers intercepted her smoothly. Despite her protests that she was a "victim" of my violence, they restrained her as efficiently as they had the others.

"Please!" she begged, her voice breaking perfectly. "I didn't do anything!"

But it was too late. The enforcers were already leading Xavier toward the helicopter, his struggles growing weaker as the silver suppressed his wolf.

As they dragged him past me, Xavier's eyes met mine one last time. The hatred there would have chilled me once. Now, I could only feel a grim satisfaction as the truth began to emerge.

Commander Stone knelt beside me, his face softening slightly as he examined my injuries. "Lead Researcher Reed," he said formally, though his eyes held genuine concern. "We received your distress signal. Are you able to stand?"

I nodded weakly, though every movement sent fresh waves of pain through my body. As he helped me to my feet, I caught sight of Makayla being led toward the helicopter in silver restraints, her perfect mask finally cracking to reveal the fury beneath.

And somewhere deep inside me, that dormant something stirred again—stronger this time.