Liv POV

I didn't stop running. The heavy oak doors of the Grand Ballroom slammed shut behind me, cutting off the shocked murmurs, but I could still hear my bridesmaids—Lara, Rose, and Vio—calling my name in a panic. I ignored them, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet as I sprinted for the elevators.

I slammed my hand against the button. The moment the metal doors slid shut, my knees gave out. I slid down the cold wall, my chest heaving as a violent wave of nausea hit me. My mind was a chaotic warzone. The phantom scent of Aaron’s *sunlit grass and musk* twisted sickeningly with the overwhelming, possessive memory of *winter-bitten cedar and ancient leather*.

Kaelon. The Alpha King. My fiancé's father.

I dry-heaved, wrapping my arms around my stomach as the elevator descended.

When the doors dinged open to the freezing, fluorescent-lit expanse of the underground parking lot, I stumbled out. The cold concrete bit into my soles. I collapsed against the hood of the red Ferrari Portofino Aaron had gifted me, the vibrant color looking like a fresh bloodstain in the gray emptiness.

My phone shattered the silence.

*Clara.*

I answered with trembling fingers, a pathetic, lingering part of my soul desperate for a shred of maternal comfort. "Mom—"

"Are you out of your mind?!" Clara’s voice shrieked through the speaker, devoid of any warmth. "You publicly humiliated an Alpha heir! Do you have any idea what you've done to the Stone Pack?"

"He was sleeping with Vivienne!" I cried, my voice cracking. "In our suite!"

"And you should have kept your mouth shut!" she snapped, her words dripping with venom. "Vivienne knows her worth, and Aaron is a man with needs. You are a *wolfless Omega*, Olivia. You should have been on your knees thanking the Moon Goddess for the chance to be a Luna. Instead, you threw a tantrum and ruined everything."

The words felt like a physical blow, shattering the last illusion I held about my family.

"You are no longer part of the Stone Pack," Clara hissed, her tone turning to absolute ice. "I have no daughter."

The line went dead.

I stared at the black screen. A hollow, freezing calm washed over me, freezing my tears before they could fall. I looked down at the gleaming red hood of the Ferrari. It wasn't a gift; it was a collar. And I was going to rip it off.

*

The morning sun offered no warmth as I pulled up to the towering iron gates of the Blackwood Estate. The Gothic stone manor loomed like a fortress against the pale sky. I didn't bother knocking. The heavy oak doors were already ajar, the air bleeding out into the courtyard.

The moment I stepped into the grand foyer, the sheer force of the atmospheric pressure nearly brought me to my knees. The air was suffocating, thick with the enraged, dominant scent of *winter-bitten cedar and ancient leather*.

In the center of the black-and-white marble floor, Aaron was on his knees, looking utterly pathetic. Towering over him was Kaelon.

"You didn't just humiliate yourself," Kaelon’s voice boomed, laced with a terrifying Alpha's Command that rattled the portraits of past Alphas on the walls. "You humiliated the entire Blackwood Pack!"

I froze, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the Ferrari keys.

At the slight scuff of my bare foot against the marble, Kaelon stopped. He turned slowly. The moment his steel-gray eyes locked onto mine, the furious storm within them vanished. In its place, a terrifying, golden fire ignited in his irises. The oppressive anger in his scent shifted instantly, morphing into something infinitely darker, deeper, and completely predatory.

*Mine.* The unspoken roar of his inner wolf seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards.

Following his father's gaze, Aaron snapped his head toward me. His tear-streaked face twisted, a toxic mix of humiliation, disbelief, and desperate resentment flooding his features as he realized I was standing right in the center of the Alpha's den.

Liv POV

The suffocating tension in the grand foyer shattered the moment Aaron scrambled to his feet. Seeing me standing there, a desperate, manic relief flashed across his tear-streaked face. He lunged forward, his fingers closing like a vice around my arm.

"Liv, listen to me! Let me explain!" he pleaded, his voice cracking. "It was Vivienne! She seduced me!"

My stomach violently heaved. The touch that used to bring me comfort now made my skin crawl. His familiar scent of *sunlit grass and musk* was completely soured, reeking of pathetic lies and the phantom stench of gardenia.

"Let go of me," I choked out, trying to yank my arm away.

Before Aaron could tighten his grip, the atmospheric pressure in the room violently snapped. The scent of *winter-bitten cedar and ancient leather* flared into pure, unadulterated murder.

I didn't even see Kaelon move. He was just a blur of dark, lethal motion. In the blink of an eye, he was standing directly between us, his massive frame completely shielding me. He placed a single, casual hand flat against Aaron’s chest, halting his son's momentum as if he had hit a brick wall.

Kaelon didn't look at me. His steel-gray eyes, now blazing with a terrifying, unnatural gold, were locked onto his son.

"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her."

The words weren't spoken; they were a physical force. The Alpha's Command rolled through the marble hall, vibrating in my teeth. Even though the command wasn't directed at me, my entire body erupted in goosebumps.

Aaron’s face drained of all color. He snatched his hand back as if my skin had burned him to the bone.

Trembling against the sheer force of his father's aura, Aaron’s humiliation finally twisted into explosive rage. "Why do you always push me away?!" he screamed, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling. "For your empire? For the Pack's territory? When have you ever actually looked at me?!"

Kaelon remained dead silent, his jaw set like carved granite. That silence was a weapon, and it drove Aaron completely insane.

Whipping his toxic glare around Kaelon's broad shoulder, Aaron locked eyes with me. "And you!" he spat, his face contorted with ugly venom. "I gave you everything an Omega could dream of! A chance to be a Luna! And what do you do? You hide like a coward because you can't even wake your own wolf! You're a *wolfless* freak! You don't deserve any of this!"

Every word was a silver blade sliding precisely into my deepest, most agonizing insecurity. I flinched, my breath catching in my throat.

I saw the muscles in Kaelon’s back instantly lock. The last microscopic trace of fatherly tolerance vanished from his posture.

"You are a disgrace," Kaelon’s voice was absolute ice, devoid of any emotion. He took a slow step forward, the sheer weight of his presence forcing Aaron to stumble backward. "You have not only humiliated yourself, but you have disgraced the Blackwood name."

Then, Kaelon unleashed the full, crushing weight of his Alpha's Command. It sounded like thunder breaking inside the room.

"Leave. Now."

The shockwave of the command physically hit Aaron. He staggered back, a pathetic, humiliating whimper tearing from his throat—the sound of his inner wolf, Maverick, submitting to the Alpha King.

Aaron shot me one last look of pure, venomous hatred, then turned his glare to his father. "Don't think this is over! You're abandoning your own blood for a *wolfless* bitch. The whole Pack will be watching!"

He turned and bolted out the heavy oak doors, disappearing into the morning chill.

When the doors slammed shut, a deafening silence fell over the foyer. I was left entirely alone with the most terrifying, powerful man I had ever met.

My heart hammered against my ribs. I forced myself to speak, my voice barely above a whisper. "You didn't have to do that."

Kaelon turned slowly. The golden fire in his eyes had receded, replaced by a dark, fathomless intensity that made my pulse race.

"My wolf would have torn his throat out," he rasped, his deep voice vibrating with a dark, magnetic pull. "I had to."

The raw honesty in his words made my blood run cold. He took a deliberate step toward me, his tone softening but still laced with undeniable authority. "This is no place for you, Olivia. Not while you are unprotected."

I tightened my grip on the Ferrari keys until my knuckles ached, forcing myself to meet his intense gaze. "I just came to drop off the keys. I'm going upstairs to get my things, and then I'm leaving."

Kaelon’s eyes dropped to my white-knuckled grip. He gave a slow, barely perceptible nod and stepped aside, clearing the path to the grand staircase.

I walked past him, my bare feet silent on the marble. But as I placed my hand on the mahogany banister and began to climb, the heavy, possessive weight of his stare burned into my back, following my every step into the shadows of the second floor.

Liv POV

I dragged my exhausted body up the heavily carpeted stairs, the silence of the second floor pressing down on me like a physical weight. Along the mahogany-paneled walls, the oil portraits of past Blackwood Alphas seemed to track my every movement, their cold, painted eyes judging the pathetic, wolfless creature trespassing in their domain.

My lungs burned. I just needed to grab my overnight bag from the guest room and get out of this suffocating estate.

My fingers finally brushed the cool brass of the doorknob. I let out a shaky breath, thinking I had actually escaped the storm downstairs.

Then, the air behind me vanished.

A massive, suffocating wave of *winter-bitten cedar and ancient leather* crashed over me, so thick and dominant it made my knees buckle. Before I could even turn my head, a large, calloused hand clamped around my wrist. The grip was unyielding, burning through my skin with a terrifying jolt of electricity.

The door was shoved open. I was roughly, yet effortlessly, pushed into the dimly lit guest room.

*Click.*

The sound of the lock turning echoed like a gunshot. I spun around, my back hitting the heavy wood of the door.

Kaelon Blackwood towered over me, completely blocking my only exit. He was a wall of solid muscle and dark, lethal energy. The steel-gray of his eyes had been entirely swallowed by a terrifying, unnatural gold.

He stepped into my space, trapping me between the door and his scorching chest. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off him, a living furnace of Alpha dominance.

"Did you plan this, little wolf?" he rasps, his voice a low, guttural growl that vibrated straight into my bones. "Seducing the father to punish the son?"

"No!" I gasped, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. "I didn't even know who you were! I swear—"

He didn't listen. He lowered his head, his face burying into the crook of my neck. I froze, paralyzed by a terrifying mix of fear and an inexplicable, shameful heat pooling in my stomach. He inhaled deeply, his chest expanding against mine as he drank in my scent.

"You smell of my son's betrayal," Kaelon murmured against my skin, his breath sending violent shivers down my spine. "And my claim."

He lifted his head. His rough thumb brushed over my trembling lower lip, before trailing slowly down my jawline. He stopped exactly over my erratic pulse point—the exact spot where a mate would leave their Marking.

The second his fingers pressed against that sensitive skin, a wildfire of electric sparks erupted through my veins. My breath hitched, my traitorous body leaning into his touch even as my mind screamed at me to run. I was a *wolfless* Omega; I shouldn't be feeling this magnetic, soul-crushing pull toward anyone, let alone the Alpha King who was currently treating me like a piece of property.

Summoning every ounce of willpower I had left, I shoved his hand away.

"I just want to get my things," I said, my voice trembling but defiant. "And then I am leaving."

Kaelon looked at me as if I were a naive child who had just spoken nonsense. He took a single step back, but the oppressive weight of his aura only grew heavier, filling every corner of the room.

"Leave?" He let out a dark, humorless scoff. "Your Pack has abandoned you. Your mother has disowned you. You are a Rogue now, Olivia. You won't survive the night alone."

The word *Rogue* hit me like a physical blow, slicing through my chest. He was right. I had nothing. No pack, no family, no wolf to protect me.

Kaelon walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, his broad back to me as he looked out over the vast, sprawling forests of the Blackwood territory. When he spoke again, his voice held the absolute, terrifying finality of an Alpha's Decree.

"This estate is your only sanctuary, and I am your only protector," Kaelon said, turning his head slightly to pin me with those glowing golden eyes. "Do not test me by trying to leave."