Anna’s POV

The sun was bright the next morning, and it hurt my eyes. I woke up with my face stuck to my pillow. My skin felt tight from the dried mud and tears. My head hurt very badly. It reminded me of all the mean things the Silverfang Pack said to me last night.

I sat up slowly. My clothes were still wet from the rain and had dried into a hard shell. I looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and swollen. I looked like a victim. I looked like the weak girl everyone thought I was.

Before leaving, I had to grab the only thing I had left: my grandmother’s old medical kit. She was the greatest healer the pack ever had, and this kit was my last connection to her. As I threw my few belongings into a bag, the kit fell, hitting the floor with a hollow thud. A secret compartment at the bottom popped open.

Inside was a small, dusty logbook with Derrick’s handwriting on the pages.

My breath hitched as I read the entries. They weren't notes on healing; they were records of a crime. For three years, Derrick had been logging the doses of "strength supplements" he forced me to take every morning. He claimed they were to help my "weak human heart," but the logbook told the truth: Wolf-Suppressants.

He had been systematically drugging me since I was twenty. He knew that as the granddaughter of a legendary healer, my wolf would be powerful—too powerful for him to control. He didn't love me; he was a jailer. He kept me "wolfless" and "weak" so I would never realize I was the rightful leader of this pack, and he could stay in power as the acting Alpha.

The sadness went away instantly. It was replaced by a cold, sharp anger that burned hotter than any sun. I was not "weak" because of nature; I was weak because of a coward’s poison.

"You want a monster?" I whispered, looking at the logbook. "I will give you one."

I took off my dirty clothes and took a very hot shower. I scrubbed my skin until it was red, wanting to wash away the years of Derrick’s poison. When I got out, I felt dangerous.

I went to my closet. I put on tight black pants and a dark top. I put on my heavy leather biker jacket with silver studs. I sat down and put on my darkest lipstick. It was the color of blood. I pulled my hair back into a very tight, high ponytail.

Finally, I reached under my bed and opened a metal box. Inside was the silver gun Derrick gave me. He said I needed it because I was too weak to fight. I picked it up. It was heavy and cold.

"Protect me, right?" I said quietly. I loaded the gun with silver bullets. Each click felt like a promise of revenge.

I walked outside and got on my motorcycle. The engine made a loud, angry scream. I didn't wear a helmet. I wanted them to see the face of the woman they had spent years drugging.

I drove fast toward the Silverfang palace. I didn't care about the laws. When I got to the gate, the guards tried to block me. I didn't stop. I drove straight at them. They jumped out of the way. I roared up the long driveway and stopped right in front of the palace doors, leaving a black tire mark on the white stone.

I jumped off the bike and checked the gun behind my back.

I walked through the big hall. My boots made a loud clicking sound on the floor. Some workers stopped and stared at me.

"Anna? Why are you here?" one girl asked. "Derrick said you were gone."

"He will see me," I snapped.

I went to the Alpha’s office on the top floor. I didn't knock. I kicked the doors open as hard as I could. They hit the walls with a loud bang.

The room was dark. I saw two tall men standing in the shadows by the desk. I didn't look at their faces. I only saw the shapes of the men who belonged to the pack that had stolen my life.

"You should not have come back, Anna," a deep voice said. It was not Derrick’s voice, but with the poison finally leaving my system, my senses were screaming too loud for me to notice.

"Go to hell," I hissed.

I pulled out my gun and shot twice into the shadows. Bang! Bang!

The flashes of light lit up the room. I saw one man move as a bullet hit his shoulder, but they did not fall. Then, I felt a heavy pressure. It was a powerful Alpha energy. It felt like a giant wave hitting my chest. It was hard to breathe. My knees started to shake.

For the first time in years, without the suppressants to hold it back, my inner wolf started to howl.

The two men walked out of the dark. They were identical twins with sharp jaws and glowing amber eyes. These were not Derrick’s friends. These were the Kings of Silverfang. Ronald and Ryker Reed.

Ryker touched his shoulder where the bullet hit him. He didn't look mad. He looked interested. He licked a drop of blood from his fingers.

"You have a good aim, little wolf," he said. His voice was like thunder.

Ronald stepped closer. When our eyes met, the world stopped. I felt a golden thread connect my heart to theirs. It was a very strong pull.

My hand went weak. The gun fell to the floor with a loud clang. A voice in my head whispered one word.

Mates.

I was in shock. I came here to kill a traitor, but I had just shot at my fated mates. The two most powerful Alphas in the world were looking at me as if they had finally found the prize they were looking for.

"Well, Ronald," Ryker said with a dark smile. "Coming home is going to be very interesting".

Ryker’s POV

Eight years. We spent eight long years away in the Highlands. We trained our bodies and our minds to take back the Silverfang Pack. I expected many things when I came home. I expected a big party. I expected the Beta to give me reports. I even expected some enemies to fight us.

I did not expect a girl in a leather jacket to kick open my doors and shoot me.

I felt the silver bullet hit my shoulder. It was a sharp, hot sting. It ruined my expensive suit. I did not fall. I did not even move. I just stood in the shadows and watched the smoke come out of her gun. My blood began to boil. My inner wolf was angry. He wanted to kill whoever was brave enough to attack a King in his own house.

"You should not have come back, Anna," Ronald said next to me.

The girl, Anna, made an angry sound. She looked like a wild animal. Her red lips were pulled back, showing her teeth. Her eyes were full of rage. I stepped into the light. I was ready to kill her with my bare hands. I wanted to see her look afraid before I ended her.

Then, something strange happened.

The air in the room became very heavy. It felt like a bolt of lightning hit my heart. It made my blood feel like fire. My wolf, who wanted to kill her a second ago, became quiet. Then he started to howl with happiness.

Mate.

The word was loud in my head. It felt like the Moon Goddess was screaming it. It shook my whole soul. I looked at Ronald. He looked shocked, too. His eyes were wide. He was smelling the air. She smelled like a storm in a forest. She smelled like everything I ever needed.

I looked at my shoulder. I touched the cut from the bullet. I put my fingers to my mouth and tasted my own blood. My golden eyes looked at hers. She was shaking now. Her gun hit the floor with a loud noise.

"You have a good aim, little wolf," I said. My voice was deep and scary, like a predator.

I was not angry anymore. I was interested. This beautiful girl had tried to kill an Alpha King. She was wearing leather that showed her curves. Her smell was making me go crazy.

The big doors opened again. Derrick, our acting Beta, ran in with six guards. They had their claws out.

"Alphas! I am so sorry!" Derrick shouted. He looked pale and worried, but I knew he was faking it. "This crazy girl escaped. She has no wolf, and she is trash. Guards, grab her! Take her away to be killed!"

The guards moved toward my mate. I started to growl deep in my chest. It was so loud the windows shook. I was going to change into a wolf and kill them for touching her. But Anna moved first.

She did not look at the guards. She did not look at me. She walked straight to Ronald. My brother is a King. Nobody tells him what to do. But he just stood there like a statue. She shoved her phone into his hand.

"Record this," she told him.

I blinked. I looked at Ronald. He is the Alpha King. But he just stared at her. He held the phone and actually hit the record button. He was doing what she said.

Anna turned around to face Derrick.

"You think I am trash, Derrick?" she asked. Her voice was cold.

"You are nothing!" Derrick said. He felt brave because the guards were there. "You are just a broken orphan. I only used you. You were good in bed, but Joanna is a real wolf—"

He did not finish. Anna’s fist moved fast. She punched him hard in the groin. He flew off his feet.

Derrick made a high noise and fell over. His face turned purple. But she was not done. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head up. She slapped him so hard it sounded like a gun. He spun to the ground.

"That was for the lies," she said.

She got on her knees over him and started beating him up. She punched his face and his stomach. She was full of rage. Derrick was the man running the pack for eight years, but now he was crying like a baby.

I watched her. I did not stop her. Ronald did not stop her either. The guards were shocked. They looked at us for orders, but I held up my hand. I wanted to see what she would do. She was amazing. She had no wolf, but she was beating a Beta in front of two Kings.

"And that," Anna said, giving him one last kick, "is for the rain."

She stood up and fixed her leather jacket. She looked at Derrick like he was gross. Then she walked back to Ronald. She grabbed her phone from his hand. She did not even say thank you. Ronald just stood there with his mouth open. He looked at her like she was a goddess.

"I am done with this pack," Anna said. Her eyes were like fire. "And I am done with all of you."

She turned around and walked out. Her boots made a clicking sound on the floor. I couldn't stop staring at her. I watched her hips move as she left. The smell of her strength stayed in the room. It made my wolf happy.

Derrick was still on the floor, holding himself and crying for help. I did not even look at him. He was pathetic. He had a diamond, and he traded it for a rock.

I looked at Ronald. My brother was still staring at the door. He looked very impressed. His Alpha energy was buzzing.

I leaned back against the desk and smiled. My shoulder hurt, but I felt great.

"Well, Ronald," I said. "It looks like coming home will be very fun."

My wolf agreed. We found her. She was strong, she was violent, and she was ours.

"I like powerful girls," I whispered.

Anna’s POV

My chest moved up and down as I struggled to breathe. My knuckles hurt from hitting Derrick’s face, but it was a good kind of pain. His blood was on my hand. He was curled up on the floor like a ball, making weak, pathetic sounds.

I looked away from him. I saw Ronald Reed holding my phone. He was staring at me like he couldn't believe his eyes. His golden eyes were wide. I didn't care that he was a famous Alpha King. I didn't care that he was strong enough to kill me with his bare hands.

I walked up to him and grabbed my phone.

"This belongs to me," I said sharply.

Ronald didn't try to stop me. He didn't growl. When our fingers touched, I felt a spark of electricity shoot up my arm. It made my skin tingle. That strange "mate bond" was trying to pull at my heart. It wanted me to stay. It wanted me to jump into his arms.

I looked at Derrick one last time. I spat on the floor right next to him.

"You were right about one thing, Derrick," I said with hate in my voice. "You are just a placeholder. You are nothing compared to a real man."

I didn't wait for the Twin Alphas to speak. I could feel Ryker watching me with hungry eyes, but I didn't look back. I marched out of the office. The guards in the hall moved out of my way quickly. They looked like they were afraid of me.

I ran down the big stairs. I burst through the front doors of the palace and ran to my motorcycle. I hopped on and started the engine. It made a loud, angry roar. I didn't look back at the palace. I didn't want to see them watching me go.

I sped away from the Silverfang gates. I drove fast through the city traffic. The cold wind hit my face and dried my tears before they could fall. Every time I stopped at a red light, I felt a pull in my chest. It felt like an invisible string trying to pull my bike back to the palace.

"No," I whispered. "Never again."

I finally reached my small apartment. I parked my bike, ran inside, and locked the door. I used all three locks and the chain.

I ripped off my leather jacket and threw it on the floor. I walked back and forth in my small room. My heart was still beating very fast. The room felt too small.

"This can't be happening!" I yelled at the ceiling.

I looked out the window at the moon.

"Is this a joke?" I screamed at the Moon Goddess. "I loved a man for years, and he treated me like trash! Now you give me two more? Just because of a bond? I won't do it! I am not a prize for two Kings!"

I was shaking with anger and fear. People always told me I was a "weak omega" because I didn't have a wolf. Derrick had used me like a toy. Why would the Twin Alphas be different? They probably just wanted me so they could have children or look good at meetings.

"My name is Anna Russell," I said loudly. "I am a biker. I am an orphan. I am independent."

I walked to the table and picked up my silver gun. I took it apart carefully. I cleaned it and put the bullets back in. It was the only thing that made me feel safe. If those Alphas tried to take me like property, I would fight them.

I went to the bathroom and washed the blood off my hands. I looked in the mirror. My lipstick was messy, but my eyes looked strong. I didn't look like a girl who needed a mate. I looked like a girl ready for a fight.

"No more pack," I whispered. "No more mates. No more lies."

I stayed alone for hours. I turned off my phone. I sat on my bed with my back against the wall. I held the gun in my lap. I tried to ignore the empty feeling in my heart where the bond was calling for the Twins. I listened to the sounds of the city and the rain hitting my window.

I was going to live my own life. I would work at a garage. I would ride my bike. I would be my own boss.

I must have fallen asleep for a moment, but a loud noise woke me up.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

It wasn't a normal knock. It was the sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway. They were slow and strong. The floor seemed to shake under the weight.

Then, I smelled them.

The scent came through the cracks of the door. It smelled like a storm. It smelled like wood and cold rain. It was the smell of power. It was the smell of the Twins.

My heart hit my ribs very hard. My skin started to tingle. The pull in my chest got so tight I could hardly breathe.

They were here.

I grabbed my gun tightly. I didn't move. I didn't make a sound. I watched the shadows of two big men under my door.

"Anna," a voice called out. It was Ronald. His voice was soft, but he sounded like a leader. "Open the door. We need to talk."

I didn't answer. I just pointed my gun at the door and waited.