The burn of the moonshine settled deep in my gut, a hot, liquid courage that didn't quite numb the ache in my chest, but it dulled the edges. The room was spinning slightly, the faces of the pack members blurring into a sea of judgment and cruel amusement. They were waiting for me to leave. To run away crying like the broken Omega they all believed I was.

But I didn't run.

Instead, I walked over to the rack of pool cues on the wall. My hand closed around the smooth wood of a heavy, maple stick. It felt familiar, grounding. In the dark, lonely nights while Aiden was out 'politicking'—drinking and flirting—I had spent hours down here with old Gamma Marcus. He had taught me angles, force, and the art of the hustle. But tonight, I needed them to see only what they expected.

I stumbled slightly as I turned back to the crowd, catching myself on the edge of the table. A ripple of laughter went through the room.

"Hey," I slurred, pointing the cue at a burly Delta named Jax. He was one of Aiden's favorites, a brute with more muscle than brains. "Ten bucks says I can sink the eight ball before you."

Jax scoffed, looking at Aiden for permission. Aiden didn't even look up from his drink, just waved a dismissive hand. "Take her money, Jax. Maybe she can buy herself a clue with the change."

Jax grinned, stepping up to the table. He threw a crumpled ten-dollar bill onto the green felt. I dug into my pocket, pulling out a wadded bill and tossing it next to his.

I racked the balls with clumsy, shaking hands. When I broke, the cue ball barely grazed the pack, sending them scattering weakly. I missed my first shot by a mile, the cue tip slipping off the ball with a loud *clack*.

"Whoops," I giggled darkly, swaying on my feet.

Jax cleared half the table in one turn. When it was my turn again, I lined up an easy shot into the corner pocket. I breathed out, focusing—and then jerked my arm at the last second. The ball bounced off the rail and stopped dead.

"Pathetic," Aiden’s voice cut through the noise. He was watching now, his arm draped around Annalise, who was toying with my mother’s moonstone necklace. "She can't even hold a stick, let alone a pack. Look at her. It’s embarrassing."

"She's drunk, Alpha," Annalise chimed in, her voice dripping with fake concern that barely masked her glee. "Maybe we should have her escorted out? It's ruining the mood."

I missed another shot, scratching the cue ball into the side pocket. The room erupted in laughter. Jax scooped up the money, shaking his head. "Too easy, Willa. You're barely worth the chalk."

I leaned against the table, letting my head hang low. I needed them to think I was defeated. I needed them to think I was nothing. Because when you’re nothing, nobody watches you closely.

But I made a mistake. I looked up.

My eyes locked with Annalise’s. For a split second, I didn't mask the hatred. I didn't hide the absolute loathing I felt for the woman wearing my mother's legacy. I glared at her, raw and unfiltered.

Annalise’s smile faltered. She saw it. She saw that I wasn't just a broken doll.

She marched over to me, her heels clicking sharply on the hardwood. Before I could react, her hand lashed out.

*Crack.*

The slap echoed through the sudden silence of the Recreation Hall. My head snapped to the side, my cheek stinging with a sharp, blossoming heat. The taste of copper filled my mouth where my tooth had cut my lip.

"Don't you dare look at your future Luna like that," Annalise hissed, her chest heaving. "You insolent little bitch."

The room held its breath. Aiden didn't move to stop her. He just watched, a bored expression on his face, as if this was perfectly normal entertainment.

I touched my cheek. It throbbed.

And then, it happened.

It wasn't a whimper this time. It wasn't sadness. Deep in the marrow of my bones, something *snapped*. It felt like a match struck in a room full of gasoline. A heat, far more intense than the moonshine, surged through my veins. It started in my chest and roared outward, scorching every nerve ending.

My heart hammered a rhythm that wasn't human. *Thump-thump. Thump-thump.* Heavy. Ancient.

I looked up. The room seemed to tilt. Colors became sharper. I could smell the fear radiating off Jax. I could hear the rapid, nervous heartbeat of Beta Connor across the room.

For a fraction of a second, my vision shifted. The world turned a washed-out grey, except for Annalise. She glowed with a sickly, yellow aura.

From the corner of my eye, in the shadows near the back exit, I saw old Gamma Marcus stiffen. He saw it. He saw my eyes flash—not the dull brown of a human, but a liquid, predator gold.

The heat receded as quickly as it came, leaving me breathless and trembling, but the change had happened. The lock on my dormant wolf had been shattered.

"Get her out of here," Annalise screeched, stepping back as if she had been burned, though I hadn't touched her. She clutched Aiden’s arm. "Aiden, I want her gone. Not just from the party. From the Pack House."

Aiden finally pushed off the wall, walking over to stand beside her. He looked down at me, his eyes devoid of the love that used to be there. He looked at me like I was a stain on his floor.

"She's right," Aiden said, his voice flat. "You're a disruption, Willa. You have nothing left to offer this pack. Nothing left to offer me."

He gestured to the door. "Get your things. You're moving to the Omega quarters tonight. The slave barracks. That's where you belong until I officially reject you at the ceremony."

The words should have destroyed me. Yesterday, they would have. But as I stood there, tasting blood and feeling the phantom heat still simmering under my skin, I didn't feel like crying.

I gripped the pool cue tighter. The wood groaned under the pressure of my hand.

"Nothing left to offer?" I whispered, my voice rough.

I looked at the table. I looked at the balls scattered in a chaotic mess. And then I looked at Aiden.

"Are you sure about that, Alpha?"

The silence in the Recreation Hall was absolute. It wasn't the respectful quiet of a pack meeting; it was the stunned, suffocating silence of a car crash in slow motion. Aiden stared at me, his brow furrowed in confusion, like a dog trying to understand a magic trick.

"What did you say?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I gripped the pool cue tighter, the smooth wood biting into my palm. The strange heat that had surged through me moments ago was still there, simmering just beneath my skin. It felt like liquid gold, heavy and restless. For the first time in three years, I didn't feel like shrinking away. I felt like striking.

"I said," I repeated, my voice steady despite the copper taste of blood in my mouth, "if I have nothing left to offer, then you have nothing to lose by betting against me."

Aiden let out a short, incredulous laugh. He looked around the room, inviting the pack to share in the joke. "Did you hear that? The charity case wants to gamble."

Annalise giggled, pressing her body against his arm. "Oh, let her, Aiden. It's pathetic. What is she going to bet? Her cleaning rags?"

"My inheritance," I said clearly. The words cut through the laughter like a knife.

Aiden stopped laughing. His eyes narrowed. He knew about the small trust my mother had left me—land, mostly. Useless to me as a rogue, but valuable to an Alpha looking to expand his territory. It was the only thing he hadn't been able to touch, protected by ironclad human laws until I turned twenty-one or was formally rejected.

"You'd bet your mother's land?" Aiden asked, a greedy glint sparking in his eyes. "On a game of pool? Against me?"

"One game," I said, stepping closer to the table. I ignored the way my heart hammered against my ribs. I had to sell this. I had to make them believe I was desperate, reckless. "Winner takes all."

"And what exactly do you think you're going to win, Willa?" Annalise sneered, fingering the moonstone necklace at her throat— *my* necklace. "You want your old room back? A few extra scraps from the table?"

I looked at her, then at Aiden. The heat in my veins pulsed, urging me on. "If I lose," I said, keeping my voice flat, "I sign over the land. I accept the rejection publicly, right here, right now. I leave the pack tonight as a rogue, and you never see me again."

A murmur went through the crowd. Becoming a rogue was a death sentence for a wolfless she-wolf. I was offering them my life.

"And if you win?" Aiden asked, his tone mocking. He didn't believe for a second that I could win. Why would he? He'd seen me scratch the cue ball five minutes ago. He'd seen me stumble drunk.

I took a breath, letting the gold fire in my blood steady me. "If I win," I said, locking eyes with him, "I want everything."

Aiden scoffed. "Define 'everything'."

"Your title," I said. The room gasped. "Your assets. And Annalise's dowry."

The silence that followed was deafening. Even the music seemed to have stopped. Aiden stared at me, his face going blank with shock. Then, slowly, a cruel smile spread across his face. It was the smile of a predator looking at a trapped rabbit.

"You want my Alpha title?" he whispered, stepping into my personal space. His aura flared, a heavy, suffocating weight meant to crush me into submission. "You think you can lead this pack? You?"

"I think," I said, fighting the urge to kneel under his pressure, "that if you're so confident I'm nothing, you shouldn't be afraid to take the bet."

"I'm not afraid of you, Willa," he spat. "I'm just wondering if you've finally lost your mind."

"Do it, Aiden," Annalise whispered urgently, her eyes gleaming with greed. She wasn't looking at me; she was calculating the value of my mother's land. "Think about the territory expansion. The council would have to respect that. And it's not like she can actually play. Did you see her earlier? She can barely stand up."

Aiden looked at her, then back at me. The greed was winning. I could see it. He wanted to humiliate me one last time, strip me of my last shred of dignity, and take my inheritance as a trophy.

"Fine," Aiden said, his voice booming so everyone could hear. "I accept. One game. Eight-ball. You lose, and you sign the papers tonight before I throw you out."

"Not just a handshake," I said, cutting him off before he could reach for a cue. "A Blood Oath."

The color drained from Beta Connor's face in the background. A Blood Oath wasn't just a promise. It was ancient magic, binding by the Moon Goddess herself. If you broke a Blood Oath, you didn't just lose your honor; you lost your wolf. Sometimes, you lost your life.

"You're serious," Aiden said, his amusement fading into something darker. "You want to bring the Goddess into this?"

"Are you scared, Alpha?" I asked softly.

Annalise let out a sharp laugh. "Scared of a wolfless cripple? Please. Aiden, make the oath. Let's finish this so we can celebrate properly."

Aiden's pride was his weakness. He couldn't back down now, not in front of the visiting dignitaries, not in front of his pack. He grabbed a ceremonial dagger from the wall display—a silver blade used for initiations.

"Give me your hand," he demanded.

I extended my left hand. He didn't hesitate. He sliced his palm, the bright red blood welling up instantly. Then he grabbed my hand and slashed the blade across my skin. The pain was sharp and hot, but I didn't flinch.

"I, Alpha Aiden Black, accept the challenge of Willa Snyder," he intoned, his voice heavy with power. "If she wins, she takes my title, my assets, and the Garcia dowry. If she loses, she yields her inheritance, accepts her rejection, and leaves as a rogue."

He squeezed my hand. Our blood mingled, hot and sticky. I felt a strange vibration in the air, a hum of power that made the hair on my arms stand up. The Moon Goddess was listening.

"I, Willa Snyder, accept," I whispered.

A flash of light, visible only to us, sparked where our hands met. The oath was sealed.

Aiden pulled his hand away, wiping the blood on his pants with a sneer. "Rack them up, Willa. Try not to embarrass yourself too badly."

I turned to the table. The balls were scattered from the previous game. I began to gather them, my movements slow and deliberate. My hand throbbed where he had cut me, but the wound was already knitting together. I could feel it. The skin pulling tight, the bleeding stopping.

My wolf stirred again, no longer whimpering. She was pacing in the back of my mind, a low growl vibrating through my entire body. *Show them,* she hissed. *Show them what we are.*

I placed the rack on the felt. I slotted the balls into the triangle—solid, stripe, solid, stripe. The eight-ball in the center. I lifted the rack away, the click of the balls settling together echoing in the silent room.

Aiden chalked his cue, grinning at Annalise. He looked so confident. So arrogant. He thought he had already won.

I picked up my cue. I didn't stumble this time. I didn't sway.

The heat in my blood surged, sharpening my vision. I looked at the table and I didn't just see balls and felt. I saw lines. Angles. Trajectories. I saw the geometry of his destruction laid out before me in perfect, glowing clarity.

"Ladies first," Aiden mocked, gesturing to the table.

I leaned over the table. My stance shifted. My back straightened, my grip firm. I wasn't the broken girl scrubbing floors anymore. I was the hunter.

I lined up the break. I took a breath, inhaling the scent of their doubt, their scorn.

*All in,* I thought.

And then I struck.