Aliana POV:

The next morning, Ivan came home smelling of betrayal.

I was in the kitchen, brewing coffee I didn't intend to drink. The front door opened, and he walked in, looking impeccably fresh in a new suit. But beneath the expensive cologne, I could smell her. The orchid musk was clinging to his skin, woven into his very pores.

"Morning, beautiful," Ivan said, coming up behind me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist. My skin crawled. It felt like thousands of insects were skittering across my flesh. My inner wolf snarled, a deep, guttural sound that echoed in my skull. Traitor. Filth.

He leaned down to kiss my neck, right over the spot where a mate mark should have been.

"I have a sore throat," I said, pulling away sharply. "I don't want to get you sick before the merger."

Ivan paused, a flicker of irritation crossing his eyes before he masked it with concern. "You work too hard, Ali. You should rest. Once we're married, you won't have to work at the hospital anymore."

Because you plan to lock me away or throw me out, I thought.

"Maybe," I forced a smile. "Go shower. You smell like... the outdoors."

Once the bathroom door clicked shut and the water started running, I moved.

I didn't go to the bedroom. I went to his study.

The door was locked with a biometric scanner. Ivan thought I was just a simple Healer, a soft-hearted woman who patched up warriors. He forgot who handled the installation of the security grid for the estate.

I pulled out my tablet and connected it to the smart-home hub. I didn't need his finger. I had the admin override codes he was too lazy to change from the factory default.

"Access Granted," the screen flashed.

The lock disengaged with a soft thud.

I slipped inside and went straight to the wall safe. The code was easy—his birthday. Narcissist.

Inside, I found what I was looking for. A stack of financial records.

I flipped through them, my surgeon's eyes scanning the data. Monthly transfers of fifty thousand dollars to a shell company registered in Kiera's name. Notes on "Cub Support."

And then, a blue folder.

I opened it. It was a DNA test report for Leo.

Subject: Leo Reese.

Paternity: 99.9% Match to Ivan Hughes.

My heart hammered against my ribs, but my brain was cold. I looked closer at the data charts. I deal with genetics daily. Something was wrong. The allele markers on the second page didn't align with the summary on the first.

The summary said "Match." The raw data suggested... something else. Inconsistencies.

It looked tampered with. But there was something else in the stack. A legal draft titled "Patent Transfer Agreement."

I skimmed it, my breath hitching. It wasn't just about territory. It was about my work. My research on rapid cell regeneration—worth billions to the pharmaceutical companies. The contract stipulated that upon marriage, all my intellectual property would transfer solely to the Hughes Pack.

"You greedy bastard," I whispered.

I pulled out a flash drive and copied everything—the bank transfers, the emails between Ivan and my father, the fake DNA report, and the patent theft draft.

Suddenly, the hidden camera in the corner of the room whirred.

A sharp pain spiked in my temple. A Mind-Link.

It wasn't Ivan. It was a foreign, intrusive voice, slithering into my head like oil.

Did you find what you were looking for, mutt?

Kiera.

She wasn't in my pack. She shouldn't be able to Mind-Link me. She must be using a witch's totem.

Stay out of my head, I projected back, shielding my mind.

I just wanted to show you something, her voice giggled.

My phone buzzed. A picture message.

It was a selfie. Kiera, wearing nothing but a silk sheet, and around her neck was a necklace. A heavy, silver pendant with a blue moonstone.

The Donovan Heirloom. My grandmother's necklace. The one my mother swore was being polished at the jeweler's for my wedding day.

It looks better on me, don't you think? Kiera's voice echoed in my mind. Your mother gave it to me yesterday. She said it suits a real Luna.

I stared at the screen. The grief that had been threatening to drown me evaporated. In its place, a fire ignited. A white-hot, blinding rage.

They stripped me of my dignity. They mocked my love. They stole my birthright.

I looked at my reflection in the dark monitor of the computer. My eyes, usually a warm hazel, were flashing with a pale, silver light.

My inner wolf stood up, shaking off the chains of submission I had placed on her for years to fit into this "civilized" family.

No more, she growled. We hunt.

I pulled the flash drive, wiped my fingerprints from the safe, and walked out.

Aliana POV:

I didn't need to see any more. I had the smoking gun, the motive, and the weapon.

I drove straight to the one place Ivan wouldn't look for me: a small, cluttered law office above a bakery in the beta district.

"Are you sure about this, Ali?"

Debi, my lawyer and best friend, looked at the documents spread across the coffee table. Her witch eyes were wide with shock.

"Look at the patent draft, Deb," I said, pointing to the clause I'd found in the safe. "They don't just want the land. They want my mind. My research."

Debi scanned the page, her expression darkening. "They are planning to trap you completely. Once you sign the marriage certificate, you become property. Your parents signed off on this?"

"My parents drafted it," I said, my voice dead.

Debi slammed her hand on the table. Sparks of purple magic flew from her fingertips. "That is illegal! It's a violation of the Accords! We can curse them. I can make Ivan's balls shrivel up and fall off."

"Tempting," I said dryly. "But no. I want to hurt them where it truly matters. Their status. Their money. Their pride."

I pushed the paper toward her. "Is it ready?"

"The Severance of Pack Ties," Debi read the title. "Once you sign this and file it with the Council, you are essentially a Rogue. You lose the protection of the Pack. Anyone can attack you."

"I've been attacked by my own Pack for twenty-four years," I said, picking up the pen. "I'll take my chances with the wild."

I signed my name. Aliana Donovan. The ink looked black and final.

"File it the moment the clock strikes ten tonight," I instructed. "That's when the party starts."

"Where will you go?"

"North," I said. "To the Blood Moon territory. They value Healers more than lineage."

I stood up and hugged her. "Thank you, Debi."

"Give them hell, Alpha," she whispered.

"I'm not an Alpha," I corrected her.

"You will be," she smiled mysteriously.

Aliana POV:

The hours before the party were a blur of cold efficiency.

I returned to the apartment I shared with Ivan one last time. He was getting dressed for the "border patrol"—his cover story for Leo's birthday party.

He stood in front of the mirror, struggling with his tie.

"Here," I said, stepping forward.

I reached out and adjusted the silk knot. My fingers brushed against his carotid artery. I could feel the strong, steady pulse of his life beneath my fingertips.

My claws itched to extend. It would be so easy. One swipe.

No, my wolf cautioned. Death is too quick. He must suffer.

"Thanks, babe," Ivan said, checking his watch. "I have to go. Don't wait up."

He leaned in to kiss me. I turned my head at the last second, so his lips brushed my cheek.

"Good luck, Ivan," I said. My voice was devoid of warmth.

He didn't notice. He never noticed. "See you tomorrow."

The door clicked shut.

I didn't cry. I didn't collapse. I moved with surgical precision.

I packed one bag. My medical journals. My silver scalpels. The few photos I had of my grandmother.

I stripped the bedsheets. I took every piece of clothing that carried my scent and shoved it into trash bags. I wiped down every surface with bleach.

By the time I was done, the apartment looked sterile. Like a hotel room. Like I had never existed.

I walked out onto the balcony. The full moon was rising, huge and yellow over the city skyline.

Tonight was the night. The night they planned to break me.

I looked at my hand. The skin was tingling, glowing faintly under the moonlight. The power I had suppressed for so long—the legacy of the White Wolf that my grandmother had whispered about—was waking up.

"Let's go to a party," I whispered to the wind.