Cole tugged on my wedding dress so roughly that he nearly pulled it off me. I gritted my teeth and held my dress up, snapping, "Get this into your head, Cole—your uncle and I are getting married today, and he had this dress tailor-made for me.

"If you get in the way one more time, I won't mind telling everyone at your wedding who was the real murderer three years ago!"

"What bravado!" Cole hissed in my ear. "You think they'll believe someone who did time for murder?"

"Cole!" A female voice rang out from down the hall just as Cole closed in on me.

The next second, Camilla showed up in her wedding dress and put herself between me and Cole. She regarded me with contempt and a challenge in her eyes. "Leah, are you here to attend our wedding? I don't know who invited you, but please leave right away. I don't want to see my father's murderer on my special day."

I raised a brow and looked past her at Cole. Sure enough, there was panic on his face. So, Camilla had no idea that the man she was marrying had murdered her father three years ago!

I fixed Cole with an icy look. Three years ago, he got Camilla drunk and attempted to force himself on her. Camilla's father saw this and tried to protect her, but Cole accidentally killed him.

After that, Cole told me he'd caught Camilla's father attempting to assault her. Cole had rushed to protect her, which was how he ended up accidentally killing her father. I might have believed him if I hadn't overheard what he said while he was drunk a few days ago.

The only thing stopping me from telling Camilla the truth was her long-running bullying streak. There was once a time when she used her position as a daughter of nobility to pick on my maid, an act that ended up killing my maid.

I couldn't wait to see Camilla's face once she learned the truth about her beloved groom.

I plucked the engagement ring from my finger to get everyone to back off. "You recognize this, don't you, Cole?"

The ring was an engagement gift from Fenryr. Rumor had it that the ring was a sacred relic passed down through the generations of the royal family, and only the future Luna Queen had the right to wear it.

Cole snatched the ring from me. "This can't be…"

He then threw the ring in my face and seethed, "I underestimated you, Leah. You certainly know how to make a convincing replica! Only Uncle Fenryr has custody of the Sacred Ring! Not even my father has seen it. Where did you get the replica made?"

His friends were roaring with laughter. "Pathetic! She thinks a phony ring will make her the Luna Queen of Lunholm!"

"As expected of a shameless woman," someone spat. "She's worse than the omegas of the pack!"

I felt their spit like venom on my face, stinging the scratches that Cole had left on my temples.

An icy gleam flashed in Cole's eyes, and his face darkened as he stalked toward me. He gave me a merciless shove. While struggling to regain my footing, I accidentally pulled off my necklace, which was adorned with a wolf fang pendant inlaid with sapphire.

I hurriedly picked up the necklace and dusted it off, then gingerly cradled it in my palms. My mother once told me it was my father's greatest wish to witness my marriage. The wolf fang was the only part of his remains that had not been damaged or destroyed when he died on the battlefield.

I couldn't believe Cole nearly crushed the wolf fang before my wedding started. I was still fuming when I heard Camilla point out dejectedly, "Leah, I know you don't want Cole to marry me, but how could you bring your father's remains here? Are you trying to curse us?

"Why else would you have done this if not to bring bad luck on my and Cole's baby? You'll only make Cole hate you more. Get that filthy thing out of my sight right now! It's bad enough you killed my father, but to bring such an accursed thing to my big day—"

"Don't touch me!" I roared, pushing Camilla away. But not a moment later, I felt Cole land a kick on my back, sending me toppling to the ground. The necklace I'd so carefully picked up fell out of my grip.

Cole helped Camilla up, his eyes shining with a gentle indulgence I'd never seen before. The next second, he stomped on my necklace and eyed me imperiously as if I were a pest. "How dare you lay hands on Camilla, Leah? Don't you know she's pregnant with my child?

"And for you to show up at my wedding with your father's remains… I ought to teach you a lesson for being so arrogant!"

He stomped on my necklace repeatedly.

"Cole, stop! I won't have you insult my father!" I stretched out my hand to shield the trinket from further damage, but Cole stomped on the back of my hand. I felt the wolf fang pierce through my palm, and the pain was enough to blind me.

Cole kicked my injured hand away and picked up the half-destroyed necklace. He hurled it at the wall, and I watched as my father's wolf fang shattered into pieces.

My claws unsheathed from my fingertips immediately as a growl formed in the back of my throat. "You'll pay for insulting my father! I was tortured while I was kept in the dungeon for three years, but I heard some very interesting stories, too…"

With a lunge, I gripped one of Cole's friends by the neck and pinned him to the ground. "Greyson, you knew territory was a sensitive topic among packs, yet you used it to cause strain among them and demanded military back-up. But in truth, you were hoping to secure your position through war and gain resources for yourself, right?"

Before Greyson could reply, I punched another one of Cole's friends in the gut. "Lucas, you tried to manipulate the conflict in the Council of Elders to your advantage and spread rumors of certain packs allying themselves with bounty hunters. But you were secretly trying to stir up unrest so you could paint yourself as the next democratic representative, weren't you?"

I threw Lucas toward another person. They collided together like pendulums. "Theodore, you forced low-ranking werewolves to work for you and handed those who rebelled against you to bounty hunters. Your greed is worse than any human trap I've come across!"

Within moments, Cole's friends were left groaning and grunting on the ground. He was the only one standing, seemingly frozen.

"And you, Cole," I ground out murderously, my gaze steely and unforgiving. "You kept going on about how much you respect your Uncle Fenryr and that you won't have me besmirching his good name. But in reality, you were hoping you could use your friends as pawns to usurp the Alpha King so you could take the throne for yourself. Am I right?"

My sharp claws were aimed at Cole's throat. "You guys always talk smack about me and how I'm the shame of werewolf nobility, yet you lot are the black sheep of Lunholm. Cole, you don't deserve to be a member of the royal family!"

Just as I lunged for Cole, he pulled out the silver dagger concealed at his waist and stabbed it through the open wound on my palm.

I went still as the intense, blinding pain shot through me, and Cole seized his chance to attack. He leaped forward and wrapped his tail around my midsection, then threw me to the ground.

"The skank knocked my tooth out!" Greyson growled with a hand clamped over his mouth, blood trickling through the gaps between his fingers.

"She dislocated my arm!" Theodore yelled. "Someone pop it back in for me! Ow, ow, ow! That hurts!"

Cole's friends closed in on me. My cumbersome wedding dress was my greatest disadvantage, for it took them no effort to pin me to the ground. Greyson snarled menacingly, "Cole, this woman knows too much. We can't let her live."

"Not today," Cole bit out. "It's my big day with Camilla. I won't have bloodshed."

"Tomorrow, then." Lucas licked his incisor. "We'll take her someplace remote and kill her there."

There was a tense silence before Lucas broke into a wicked grin. "We may as well have some fun with her since she's dying tomorrow."

"Fair point," Theodore agreed. "I've never taken anyone as hot as her to bed before."

"She's still my ex, guys. If anyone wants to have a go at her, I should be the first. For sentiment's sake," Cole interjected, frowning. He clutched the lower half of my face again, his claws digging into my skin. "It's too bad things had to get so ugly, Leah. Had you obeyed me, I might have made you my mistress."

His fangs were mere inches away from my throat as he continued, "And now, let me have you in all the ways I want."

Cole was about to rip my dress off when Camilla shoved herself between us. "Cole, you can't betray me like this!"

He released me immediately and snaked an arm around his scorned bride-to-be. "I was only humiliating her, Camilla. Don't worry, you're the only woman for me."

With that, he led Camilla out of the room and reassured her of his loyalty. Once she was out, he locked the door and turned to approach me. I fought against the hand clamped over my mouth and seethed, "Don't you dare lay a hand on me, Cole! I'm the future Luna Queen!"

Cole slapped me across the face. "Still clinging to your pathetic lies even at your deathbed, Leah? If you truly are the Luna Queen, why don't you beg Fenryr to save you?"

I felt countless pairs of hands roving my body, tearing the fabric of my wedding dress. "Get off me! Don't touch me! Please…"

My sobs and pleas only riled them up even more. In their excitement, one of them extended his claws toward my chest.

There was a thunderous bang as the door flew open, and Fenryr growled in warning, "The wedding is starting, and the lot of you are here to pick on and humiliate a helpless woman? What happened to decorum?"

Cole put on a congenial smile as he left the room. "Uncle Fenryr, a certain shameless woman robbed the royal family. I'm merely punishing her for you.

"She stole the wedding dress you designed and had a replica of the Sacred Ring—which has been in our family for generations—made just to hound me into taking her back. I'm teaching her a lesson on your behalf."

He had been expecting praise, but the next second, Fenryr gripped him by the neck and lifted him off the ground. The promise of violence colored Fenryr's gravelly voice as he demanded, "Who's in the room?"