LOGINJulian POV
"Look at her, Julian."
Khalani rammed his elbow directly into my ribs, his breath smelling of stale gin and panic.
I did not want to look. I did not want to follow his shaking finger toward the glass partition of the private VIP booth, but my eyes moved anyway.
Down there, right in the thick o
Melvin POV"Handle it however you see fit."I drop my chin into my palm and stare at the mahogany desk. My fingers trace a deep scratch in the wood."Father, you cannot be serious," Marcella says. Her boots click against the stone floor as she steps forward. "He is giving away our leverage. He is throwing the family name into the dirt."Julian does not turn around. He stands by the heavy oak door, his shoulders completely rigid. "Marcella, you will shut your mouth.""Do not speak to me like that," she snaps. Her chin jerks up. "I am still your older sister.""You are a liability," Julian says. His voice hits the room like ice. "You lost the Ancestor Fang. That mistake alone cost us three territory l
Melvin POV“He still has the nerve to be out wandering around?”I slam my cane into the floor. The heavy wood cracks against the marble.“He was married to Penelope for three damn years.” I grind my teeth until my jaw aches. “He noticed nothing.”The main hall is freezing. The lights blaze overhead. They do not warm the air.My inner Wolf claws at my chest. It wants blood.I look at the empty doorway. My son is not there.“It was Penelope.” Chloe steps forward. Her voice shakes. “She tricked everyone.”“Shut up.” I point my cane at her chest.
Julian POV"Look at her, Julian."Khalani rammed his elbow directly into my ribs, his breath smelling of stale gin and panic.I did not want to look. I did not want to follow his shaking finger toward the glass partition of the private VIP booth, but my eyes moved anyway.Down there, right in the thick of the neon-soaked dance floor, a woman was cutting through the crowd.Penelope.She was not wearing the heavy, suffocating silk gowns I had paid for during our three years together. She wore a tight black leather outfit that caught every strobe light, outlining the sharp curve of her hips and the long, pale line of her throat. Her dark hair whipped through the air like a loose banner. She was laughing. She was laughi
Julian POV“Drink up, you pathetic coward,” Khalani said, shoving a glass of amber liquid into my face.I did not take the glass.I stared straight through him, my knuckles white against the sticky surface of the bar counter.“Put it down, Khalani,” I muttered.My throat burned. It felt like I had been swallowing broken glass for the last three hours since leaving the Eternal Palace.“Come on, man,” Khalani pressed, his voice shaking despite his loud words. “The entire pack network is melting down. The videos are everywhere. Everyone is talking about it.”“I said put it down.”
Penelope POV"We didn't know she was your daughter."Chloe's voice shakes as the words burst out of her.My father does not blink. His posture is a granite wall."Does her bloodline change the fact that you starved her?" My father's voice drops the temperature in the room by ten degrees. "Are you telling me that her agony is my fault because I did not hand you a birth certificate?""That girl is a liar." Chloe points a crooked finger at me, her knuckles white. "Penelope lied to every single person in the Blue-Claw Pack.""Yes." I step forward, the soles of my boots clicking against the marble floor. "It is entirely my fault."Chloe blinks, her mout
Melvin POV"That fang is known as the Ancestor Fang."Penelope's voice cuts through the crowded ballroom like a razor blade slicing through wet paper.The sound makes my lungs lock up.I lift my head so fast a muscle snaps in my neck.Blood rushes straight to my ears.A heavy, sickening pulse drums against my temples.She knows.The bitch actually knows what it is.My boots feel glued to the polished floorboards.I stare at her.The velvet box sits in her hand, open, catching the glare of the heavy crystal chandeliers.That tooth is not just old bone.It is the foundation of the Blue-Claw Pack.Our ancestors bled for it.Our alphas swore oaths on it.And she is holding it like a piece of cheap costume jewellery."Wait!"The word rips out of my throat before I can stop it.
Penelope POV"Get out of my seat, Leif."My voice cuts through the quiet of the office like a blade. I do not look up from the tablet in my hands.
Penelope POV"You are really not worried people will believe there is something going on between us?"I keep my voice flat. I do not look up from my teacup. The rose te
Penelope POV"Your Excellency... have mercy... I was wrong..."Tallulah whispers the words through a throat full of fluid. She lies on the ruined Persian rug in the center of the Silvermoon Salon.I do not move. I do not blink.The velvet drapes around the room are torn. Glass from smashed wine bott
Penelope POV"You do not understand how calculating she is," Tallulah says.Her voice rings out across the main room of the Silvermoon Salon."It is that manipulative streak of hers that lets her juggle men like toys," she continues.She throws her head back and laughs.The sound is loud and sharp.







