Beatrice’s POV

For three years, I had been blind. For three years, I let Alpha Clyden treat me like a fool. He acted in love. He made me believe he was the only one in the world who truly cared for me, the only man who would stand by me when I had lost everything.

He made me believe he was my light. But now, as I stood outside the hospital where my son had died, I realized the truth.

I had been drowning in a lie.

The halls smelled sterile, the scent of disinfectant thick in the air. It was too bright, too quiet—nothing like the night I had been here last. That night had been full of chaos, of the sound of my own heart shattering as the doctors told me there was nothing they could do.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and made my way to the records office. I wasn’t supposed to have access to the files I was looking for. But I had connections—ones I had hidden even from Clyden. Ones that I had buried along with my past.

A soft murmur of recognition passed between the staff as I handed them the required credentials, the ones that would override any restrictions. It was subtle, just a flicker of surprise in their eyes before they bowed their heads in obedience.

The thick folder was placed in my hands.

My fingers trembled as I opened it.

And there it was. The truth. A brutal, unforgiving truth.

Matthew—my son—could have survived.

His heart had been strong enough. The doctors had prepared to fight for him. There had been a real chance for him to live.

But Clyden—

Alpha Clyden, my husband, my supposed savior—

Had ordered otherwise.

My vision blurred as I read through the documents. The surgery logs, the doctor’s notes, the signatures. It was all there. Clyden had taken my son’s heart and given it to another.

Not just anyone. Hannah’s mother. The woman who had given birth to his first love. He had saved a life—by taking my son’s.

My body went still.

The blood in my veins turned cold.

I had been grieving for three years. I had been trapped in a world of silence and sorrow, thinking my son’s death was an unavoidable tragedy.

But it wasn’t.

It had been chosen.

A slow, burning rage started at the pit of my stomach and spread through me like wildfire.

I clenched the files in my hands, my nails digging into the thick pages. I would make sure Clyden regretted every decision he ever made.

He had stolen my son from me.

I would steal everything from him.

Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I inhaled sharply before answering.

“The divorce agreement is ready,” my lawyer said.

I exhaled, my grip tightening on the documents. “Good.”

It was time.

The packhouse was just as I had left it—grand, elegant, a place meant to house an Alpha and his Luna. But it would no longer be mine.

I stepped through the doors, my heart steady, my mind clear. As I made my way to Clyden’s office, I caught the scent of another wolf—one that had become all too familiar.

Hannah. She was already there. Of course, she was. She sat perched on the edge of Clyden’s desk, her delicate fingers playing with the hem of her dress, her lips curled into a flirtatious smile.

Clyden stood beside her, leaning against his chair, his expression relaxed. Comfortable.

Too comfortable.

I stepped inside without knocking. Both their heads turned toward me, but neither of them showed any real concern. Hannah tilted her head slightly, her amber eyes gleaming with amusement.

Clyden’s hands moved in the air, signing smoothly. “Is there something you need, Bea?”

I didn’t answer. Because my gaze had landed on something far more infuriating.

A ring. A very familiar ring. It sat snugly on Hannah’s slender finger. The Moonlight Pack’s symbolic ring. The one he had told me was meant to be hidden away, never to be worn, never to be given out freely.

And yet— There it was. On her hand.

For a brief moment, the world seemed to go silent again. Then Hannah sighed, dramatically rolling her eyes.

“Alpha,” she said, dragging the word out. “Can you get her out of here? We were in the middle of something important.”

Her voice was sweet, coated in honey. But the venom underneath was clear.

The disrespect was deafening.

Clyden let out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck as if this was all some minor inconvenience. Then, like a mutt obeying his mistress, he turned to me and signed, “I have an important meeting. We’ll talk later. We should have dinner together tonight.”

My lips curled into a slow, practiced smile.

I nodded.

I signed back, “Of course.”

Because that would be our last meal together.

Beatrice’s POV

The dining hall was grand, fit for an Alpha and his Luna—though it was clear by now that I was never truly treated as one.

The long oak table was set with fine silverware and a feast meant to impress. But none of it mattered. Not the candlelight flickering in its golden holders. Not the scent of roasted meat wafting through the air. Not even the luxury of this place that once felt like home.

Because across from me sat Alpha Clyden.

And latched onto his side like a leech, Hannah.

She was practically pressed against him, her delicate fingers grazing his arm, her voice saccharine sweet as she giggled at whatever nonsense he was spewing.

They weren’t even trying to hide it.

I cut a piece of meat from my plate, the knife slicing through with precision. My appetite was gone, but I kept up the act. I had waited for this moment.

And now, it was time to let them dig their own graves.

“I will give you the Grand Moonlight Hotel so you can live a good life in my pack, Hannah,” Clyden said, his tone casual, as if he wasn’t speaking about a place meant for the Luna of the Moonlight Pack.

My grip on the fork tightened. That hotel was supposed to be mine. A Luna’s gift. A symbol of respect and authority. But of course, he had never intended to give me anything.

Hannah gasped softly, placing a hand on his chest as if he had just declared his undying love. “You really are the best Alpha in the world, Clyden. I don’t even know why I mated with Alpha Ralph.”

I wanted to laugh.

Ralph was a decent Alpha from what I heard. Much better than Clyden in personality as well. But to Hannah, he was disposable. Because all she wanted was power and worship. And she knew Clyden was desperate enough to give her both.

They continued talking, their words blurring into the background as they shamelessly flirted right in front of me.

Clyden chuckled, a rich sound that once made my heart flutter. Now, it only sickened me.

Then he reached for my hand. His palm covered mine, warm, familiar—disgusting. I had once found comfort in his touch. Now, it felt like poison. I had to resist the urge to pull away, to wipe my skin clean of him.

Instead, I let him play out his little charade.

He brought my hand to his lips briefly before signing, “We’re just talking about pack business.”

Then he smiled.

As if he wasn’t cheating right in front of me. As if I was still the fool he thought I was.

Hannah sighed dramatically, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. “If only you weren’t married, Clyden, I would have divorced my Alpha by now and mated with you instead.”

Silence fell between them.

And for the first time tonight, Clyden hesitated.

I saw it in the way his jaw tightened, the flicker of thought in his gaze. He was actually considering it. He was already contemplating it.

Would he reject me? Would he throw me aside like yesterday’s trash just to have her officially? I didn’t care. Because I was already done with him.

The sound of metal scraping against porcelain filled the air as I put my fork and knife down.

The two of them looked up, startled by the sudden noise.

I grabbed my napkin, dabbing my lips carefully before setting it down. Then, slowly, I lifted my gaze and met theirs.

Hannah smirked as if she had already won.

Clyden arched a brow, waiting for me to excuse myself like a submissive little Luna.

Instead, I spoke.

“Don’t worry,” I said, my voice even, smooth. “You can marry each other freely.”

Their expressions froze. I reached for my bag and pulled out a stack of crisp white papers, placing them on the table with a deliberate motion.

A divorce agreement.

The silence that followed was deafening.

“What do you mean—” Clyden started.

But then his words caught in his throat.

His eyes widened. He stared at me, truly seeing me for the first time since this dinner began.

Hannah’s smirk faltered. Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Then, after a beat—

“You can hear?” Clyden’s voice was cracked.