LOGINPenelope POV
"You actually paid the full bill?" I asked, my voice cutting through the thick air of the private dining room.
Julian did not look up from his hands.
His knuckles were stark white against the dark mahogany table.
"Every single coin," Leif interjected from my left, h
Julian POV“What did you say?!” Father Melvin roared through the comms.The sound tore through my skull.“Santiago went to Westview himself?!”I kept silent.My boots scraped against the cold stone floor of the Blue-Claw Pack headquarters.I leaned my weight against the heavy oak desk just to stay upright.The world tilted under my feet.It was over.Everything we built was over.The reporters Father sent to humiliate Penelope did not break her.They did not force her to crawl back to us.Instead, they delivered a massive slap across our faces in front of the Lycan King himself.This was not a simple family dispute anymore.This was an act of total war against the Rogue Pack royal family.It was direct.It was unprovoked.It was completely unforgivable.&ldquo
Penelope POV"Get back in the car, Penelope," Leif says, his hand slamming against the cold metal of the VIP exit door.I don't move. I pull the black cap lower until the brim cuts off my vision, hiding everything but the hundreds of lenses flashing on the other side of the glass."They are waiting for a bloodbath," Leif mutters, his fingers twitching toward his waist where his piece is tucked into his belt. "Let me take the front. You take the tunnel.""No," I say.I push past his shoulder. My boot hits the concrete outside."Is it true you slept your way to the top of the Westview Governorship?" a reporter yells, shoving a microphone five inches from my nose.
Melvin POV"Bring me the Ancestor's Fang by midnight, Penelope, or I will burn every single thing you love to ashes."I slam my fist onto the mahogany desk. The polished wood splits down the centre."Is that a threat, Alpha Melvin? Because it sounds a bit desperate."Penelope's voice leaks out of the encrypted communicator speaker. She sounds bored. She sounds like she is chewing gum."It is a promise," I growl."Right. Well, I am currently trying to buy a limited edition bracelet online, so you are really throwing off my timing.""Three days, Penelope. Three whole days I have let my media storm tear your name to shreds across the Pack network. You are a rogue
Penelope Rogue Pack POV“He activated every hidden intelligence channel and media mouthpiece under the Blue-Claw Pack control.”My brother Cooper stared out from the glowing screen on my desk. His face held a knowing, cold smile. The pixels cracked slightly as he leaned forward, shifting his weight.“His goal is simple, Penelope. Melvin wants to force you to surrender. He wants to use your reputation as leverage to get the Ancestor Fang back.”I looked down at my knuckles, tracing the pale skin over the bone.“What a clever move,” I said.I did not let the anger hit my face. I forced a laugh, making it drop flat in the quiet room.“Fat
Marcella POV"Shut your mouth before I sew it shut, Hazel."I do not look at her. I keep my eyes locked on the black leather of the front seat. My fingers claw into my own palms until the skin splits."I only meant..." Hazel shifts on the bench seat next to me. Her voice drops into that pathetic, airy whisper. "Penelope is a founding partner now. The whole continent saw the broadcast. People are talking, Marcella. They are saying the Blue-Claw Pack is done.""They say what I tell them to say." I turn my head slowly.Hazel flinches. Good. But I can see the tiny twitch at the corner of her mouth. She is loving this. She wants to watch me drown in the grease of this public execution."She is just a rog
Marcella POV“Get out of my way before I have the security team crack your skull,” the guard snarled.I did not move. I rammed my shoulder straight into his chest, forcing my way past the velvet rope. The heavy fabric of my dress scraped against the iron pillar. My heels clicked hard against the concrete floor of the backstage corridor.“Marcella, stop,” Hazel hissed behind me. Her fingers dug into my elbow, her grip tight and trembling. “We are not supposed to be back here. If Zaria sees us, we are dead.”“Shut up and keep walking,” I snapped. I yanked my arm out of her grasp. My fingers wrapped around my mobile phone, the plastic casing sweating against my palm. “Did you see that cloak? Did you see the way the cameras flashed







