Caleb slammed a thick stack of medical files onto the center of the long mahogany table. The sudden noise echoed off the stone walls of the council room.

"Five years, Aria," Caleb announced, his voice booming over the silent elders. "Five years of a barren womb."

I stood at the opposite end of the table. I kept my chin raised. "The healers said we needed time."

"The healers lied to protect your feelings." He shoved the folders across the polished wood. They slid and stopped inches from my hands. "Look at the dates. Three different specialists. All concluding the same thing. You are cursed."

Elder Thorne stood up from his chair. "Alpha, you cannot speak to your mate this way in a formal session."

"She carries a blight," Caleb snapped. "A pack cannot survive without an heir."

I didn't touch the folders. I refused to look at the scattered pages detailing my private medical history. My gaze remained fixed on Caleb.

"You investigated me behind my back?" I asked.

"I secured the future of my pack."

"You paraded a pregnant stray onto my front steps," I corrected him. "Now you call me cursed to justify your betrayal."

"Sienna is a blessing." Caleb gestured to the young woman sitting in the plush chair to his right. She clutched her swollen belly, looking down at the floor. "She proved my bloodline is strong."

"She proved you lack honor."

Caleb's jaw tightened. He reached inside his combat jacket. He withdrew a rolled parchment scroll, sealed with black wax. He broke the seal with his thumb and unrolled it flat on the table.

"A severance decree," I noted. My voice lacked any tremor. I forced it to remain entirely flat.

"It dissolves the mate bond," Caleb explained. "It strips you of the Luna title."

Chaos erupted around the table.

"Madness!" Elder Miller yelled, hitting his fist against the armrest. "You cannot sever a bond without just cause!"

"Failure to produce an heir is cause enough," Caleb countered. He tapped the bottom of the parchment. "Sign your name, Aria. The pack needs a true mother."

I stared at the blank line. "And then what? You banish me to the wastelands?"

"I am not cruel," Caleb replied. He stepped away from the head of the table and walked toward me.

He stopped just a foot away. The sickeningly sweet scent of vanilla and crushed berries clung to his skin. It was Sienna's scent. It invaded my nostrils, coating my throat like syrup.

My inner wolf snarled in my mental landscape. She thrashed against her cage, clawing at my ribs. The urge to rip his throat out burned through my veins.

"You can stay in the territory," Caleb offered.

"Under what condition?" I asked.

"As an Omega."

The council room plunged into a dead silence.

"Excuse me?" I whispered.

"Sienna needs an experienced hand to guide her through the pregnancy," Caleb said. "You know the pack customs. You know the dietary needs. You will serve her."

Elder Thorne gasped. "You would make your Luna a maid to a stray?"

"She is no longer my Luna," Caleb declared. "She is a broken vessel. She should be grateful I am allowing her to stay."

"An Omega servant," I repeated, tasting the foulness of the words. "You want me to sleep in the servant's quarters."

"The southern wing is for the baby," Caleb said. "The basement rooms are perfectly adequate for your new station."

"My blood is older than this pack," I reminded him. "I do not scrub floors."

"You are a barren wife who failed her primary duty," he shot back. "You will scrub floors if I command it."

"You want me to wash the clothes of the woman who stole my husband?" I asked.

"I want you to show loyalty to the pack," Caleb corrected. "Serving the mother of the next Alpha is an honor."

A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "You are truly insane."

Sienna shifted in her seat. She looked up, tears pooling in her wide eyes. "I can ask the kitchen to save you some extra food, Aria," Sienna offered softly. "Since you'll be working so hard for us. I really need your help."

I cut my eyes to her. "Keep your pity. You'll need it when he gets bored of you."

"Do not speak to her that way," Caleb demanded.

"Make me stop."

"Alpha, the council must vote on a demotion of this magnitude," Miller insisted.

"There is no vote," Caleb roared. "My word is absolute."

"My dowry funded your army," I reminded him. "My alliances kept the eastern packs from slaughtering us when you took power."

"Past deeds do not breed future Alphas." Caleb pushed a silver fountain pen across the table. "Sign it. Keep a roof over your head. Refuse, and I strip you of your wolf and banish you by sunset."

I looked down at the silver pen. It was a gift from my father on my wedding day. Caleb was using my own family's heirloom to erase me.

A rough, invisible hand seized my heart. It squeezed until my chest ached. Blood roared in my ears. A frantic, heavy rhythm drowned out the murmurs of the elders.

Five years of loyalty. Five years of bleeding for this pack. Reduced to a signature.

"Caleb, she hates me," Sienna whimpered from her chair. "Maybe I should leave. I don't want to cause trouble."

"You aren't going anywhere," Caleb told her, his tone softening instantly. He turned his harsh glare back to me. "Sign the paper, Aria. Stop making a scene."

I picked up the pen. The metal felt ice-cold against my skin.

"If I sign this," I said, "I am no longer your mate. I owe you nothing."

"You will owe me your obedience as an Omega," he corrected.

"I will owe you nothing," I repeated, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper.

"Just sign it," Caleb ordered.

I gripped the pen tighter. My knuckles turned white.

I lowered the nib toward the thick parchment. The ink pooled at the tip, ready to stain the page.

Just as the metal touched the paper, a deafening crash shook the room.

The heavy oak doors of the council chamber violently burst open. Two pack guards flew backward through the entrance. They hit the stone floor with a sickening crunch, their armor dented and torn.

The heavy oak doors splintered inward. Two armored guards crashed onto the stone floor, sliding across the polished surface.

Dust plumed into the air.

"Report," Caleb commanded, stepping away from the table.

A bleeding guard, his uniform shredded at the shoulder, scrambled to his knees. "The eastern barrier, Alpha. A massive breach. Dozens of rogues are pouring through the lower valley."

Caleb cursed loudly. "Miller, Thorne! Evacuate the outer settlements immediately. Get the warriors to the tree line."

"What about the severance ceremony?" Elder Miller asked, pointing a shaky finger at the parchment.

"The ink can wait," Caleb snapped.

He adjusted his combat jacket, his eyes already scanning the hallway outside. He pointed a rigid finger at me. "Do not move from that chair, Aria. We will finish this when I return."

"I don't take orders from you anymore," I said.

He didn't bother arguing. He just ran. The elders flooded out behind him, shouting frantic commands into the corridor. Their heavy boots thudded against the stone, the sound fading rapidly into the distance.

The chamber emptied in seconds. A heavy, suffocating silence settled over the ruined doors.

Only two of us remained.

Sienna stood up from her plush seat. She smoothed the front of her white cotton dress. The tears vanished from her eyes instantly. The trembling stopped completely.

"He didn't even look back at you," Sienna noted.

I kept my gaze fixed on the silver fountain pen resting on the table. "You dropped your pathetic act rather quickly."

She walked toward my end of the long mahogany table. Her steps were light, completely devoid of the timid hesitation she showed Caleb. "I don't need to pretend when he isn't here to watch. You're pathetic, Aria."

"Careful," I warned her. "You are still speaking to a Luna."

Sienna laughed. A sharp, grating sound that echoed off the stone walls. "You have no title. You have no wolf. Caleb told me everything. You can't even shift properly, can you?"

"My wolf is none of your concern."

"You're just a barren failure holding onto a dead marriage," she continued, stopping right beside my chair. The cloying scent of vanilla and crushed berries thickened the air, making my stomach churn. "A weak lineage. A forgotten, broken family. You only became Luna because your father bought the position with his wealth."

"My father saved this territory from starvation."

"And now I rule it," Sienna declared, placing a hand on her stomach. "My pup will inherit everything your family built. The pack house. The treasury. Caleb. You are nothing but a stepping stone."

Sienna's gaze dropped to my chest. She noticed the tarnished silver chain resting against my collarbone. An old heirloom, passed down from my mother. The only piece of my true history I kept visible.

"What a cheap trinket," she mocked. "Did you buy that at a human market? It doesn't belong in a pack house."

Her hand darted forward. Her manicured fingers hooked around the fragile silver metal.

She yanked upward.

I didn't think. I reacted.

My hand shot up. I clamped my fingers around her wrist like a steel vice.

Sienna gasped, trying to pull her arm back.

I squeezed harder.

The fragile bones beneath her skin ground together. I felt the delicate structure of her wrist yielding under my grip. A sudden, violent heat erupted in my veins. It wasn't the frantic panic of a rejected mate. It was the cold, certain weight of dominance, finally awake.

Twenty years. I had suppressed this bloodline for two decades. I hid the truth of my heritage to protect Caleb's fragile ego, to let him play the role of the supreme Alpha. I kept my wolf caged, her power muted, just so he could feel strong.

No more.

"Release me!" Sienna shrieked, her voice pitching into a panicked whine.

"You do not touch my things," I said.

My voice dropped an entire octave. It vibrated with a strange, heavy frequency that rattled the glass windows of the chamber.

Sienna's eyes blew wide. She stared straight into my face, no breath left to scream.

A searing heat flooded my vision. I knew exactly what she saw. The dull brown of my human eyes was burning away, replaced by a blinding, metallic gold. The undeniable mark of a true pureblood Alpha.

The full weight of my aura slammed into her.

Sienna's knees buckled instantly. She crashed to the stone floor, whimpering like a kicked pup.

"Aria... please," she choked out, her face turning a sickly shade of gray. She couldn't breathe under the crushing weight of my command.

I stared down at her trembling form. The urge to snap her wrist faded entirely. It was replaced by absolute, freezing indifference.

She wasn't worth my rage. Caleb wasn't worth my loyalty. They deserved each other.

I released her arm.

Sienna collapsed completely, curling into a tight ball on the floor. She gasped for air, clutching her bruised wrist against her chest, too terrified to even look up at me.

I turned my attention back to the mahogany table.

The severance decree lay flat against the wood, waiting for my signature.

I picked up the silver fountain pen.

I pressed the nib to the parchment. I didn't hesitate. I dragged the pen across the dotted line, pressing down with all my strength.

The metal tore through the thick paper. A harsh, jagged rift split the document in two, ruining Caleb's perfect decree. My signature slashed across the tear, bold and final.

I dropped the pen. It clattered loudly against the wood.

"Enjoy the scraps, Sienna," I said.

I turned toward the shattered oak doors. I walked out of the council room, leaving the crying stray behind on the floor.

But as I stepped into the dark corridor, a low growl rolled out of the shadows near the staircase. Not Caleb's. Deeper. Older. A sound that made the dormant thing under my skin lift its head.

A man stepped into the strip of light. Tailored black suit. Ice-blue eyes that swept over me once and missed nothing. On his collar, embroidered in gold thread, sat a crest I had not seen since I was a child: a wolf rearing over a sword.

The royal crest. The one my father told me to forget existed.

"Twenty years I've been looking for you," he said quietly, and dropped to one knee on the stone. "You're walking the wrong way, Your Highness."

My blood turned to ice.

Caleb thought he had thrown away a barren wife.

He had just handed the throne back its lost heir.