LOGINSerena’s POV
The midnight deadline pressed against my spine like a blade, but fear had burned away hours ago. All that remained was cold, calculated resolve. I moved through the pack house like a ghost in my own home, heading for the study. I needed the last of my private files before I disappeared for good.
The guards were conveniently distracted by a manufactured “disturbance” at the border. Someone’s clever misdirection. I didn’t care whose.
As I rounded the corner into the master corridor, I froze. The door to the master suite stood wide open. Servants hurried in and out like ants, carrying armfuls of silk gowns, designer heels, and ornate vanity cases containing Liliana’s things. They were already erasing me.
“Careful with those!” a maid called, flushed with excitement. “The new Luna wants everything placed exactly as she instructed. Not a single trace of the old atmosphere left behind. She said the room still smells like failure.”
Another servant laughed nervously. “Can you blame her? Three years of pretending to be Luna. I’d want it all gone too.”
My blood turned to ice, then lava. I was being scrubbed from the walls of my own life as if the last three years had been a stain they couldn’t wait to forget.
I slipped past them into the adjacent study, once my sanctuary, now stripped bare and impersonal. The warmth I’d carefully built was gone. Books I had organized were shoved aside, my favorite chair replaced with something sleek and cold that screamed Liliana’s taste.
“Serena?” Elias startled, nearly dropping the folders in his hands. The pack’s head treasurer looked exhausted, his eyes darting nervously toward the hallway. “You shouldn’t be here. What are you doing?”
“I’m finishing my work, Elias.” My voice stayed steady. “Unless Caden’s decided I’m no longer entitled to my own documents. Or has he already handed everything over to his new Luna?”
Elias swallowed hard, glancing over his shoulder again. “He… didn’t say anything specific, but things are volatile right now. The whole pack is on edge with the ceremony preparations. If he finds you here, he won’t be as lenient as before. They’re already talking about crowning her at dawn. Everything is moving faster than we expected.”
“Faster than they planned, you mean,” I replied, stepping closer to the desk. “Tell me, Elias, have you seen the transfer logs for the northern border expansion this quarter? The ones I requested last week?”
Elias paled visibly. His knuckles whitened around the folders. “Those are restricted now. My orders come directly from Belinda. I can’t discuss pack finances with you anymore, Serena. Please, don’t make this harder than it has to be.”
I studied his fearful expression, the way his shoulders hunched like he expected a blow at any moment. “She must be terrifying if you’d rather sink with this ship than jump early. Or are you hoping for a promotion once Liliana takes over? Tell me, Elias, how much have they promised you to stay quiet?”
He flinched but didn’t deny it. “You don’t understand the pressure. The pack needs stability. Caden says the old ways weren’t working. I’m just following orders.”
“Orders to ignore theft?” I pressed, but he was already backing away.
“I have to go. For your sake, Serena, leave now.” He turned and fled, footsteps echoing too loudly in the hollow room.
Good. His cowardice was confirmation enough. The rot went deeper than I imagined.
I dropped into the chair at the desk and yanked open the lower drawers. I wasn’t searching for memories. I was hunting evidence. Old correspondence and tax forms flew aside until my fingers found the false bottom in the side drawer. I pried it open with a letter opener, heart hammering.
Inside lay a thin, leather-bound ledger that didn’t belong with the standard accounting books. I flipped it open and the numbers hit me like a punch to the gut. Massive unauthorized withdrawals. All routed to an offshore shell corporation tied to Liliana’s birth name. Every transfer dated within the last twelve months, exactly the length of their so-called “fated” affair. Millions siphoned away while the pack struggled with “budget constraints” that had forced me to cut staff and delay repairs.
“You weren’t supposed to find that.”
The voice was pure ice. I spun around, clutching the ledger to my chest.
Caden stood in the doorway, his face half-shadowed, eyes burning with that unnatural predatory gold. No Alpha mask. No fake concern. Just raw, lethal intent.
“Is this why you kept me so busy, Caden?” I lifted the ledger so he could see I understood everything. “Bleeding the pack dry to fund her? Building your mistress a private fortune while I scraped by on duty and pennies? Answer me!”
“I did what I had to do,” he growled, stepping inside. He didn’t deny a single word. “She was a rogue. A commoner. She needed resources to stand beside me as Luna. You…” His lip curled in disgust. “You were already part of the machine. Born into this world, handed everything. What did you ever sacrifice?”
“Sacrifice?” I roared, my voice echoing off the walls. “I sacrificed everything for you! I stood by your side through challenges, through wars, through your father’s death. I managed the pack’s affairs while you chased your ‘fated mate.’ And all this time, you were stealing from the people who trusted you? How dare you!”
Caden’s eyes narrowed. “Stealing? Call it investment. Liliana deserves the best. The pack will thrive once she’s Luna. You were just… temporary. A placeholder to keep things stable until I could bring her in properly.”
“Temporary?” I laughed bitterly, backing toward the heavy terrace drapes while keeping the ledger tight against me. “Three years of marriage, of loyalty, of pretending your late nights and secret meetings meant nothing. You used me as cover for your theft! The northern expansion? The border defenses? All lies while you funneled money into her accounts. What kind of Alpha betrays his own pack like this?”
He lunged for the ledger. I twisted away, my shoulder brushing the drapes. “You’re not getting this back. This is a confession. Dates, amounts, shell companies, everything. If I walk out of here, I go straight to the Alpha Council. They’ll strip your title before sunrise. The Elders will tear this pack apart when they see the evidence.”
Caden stopped, chest heaving, claws sliding out with a sickening scrape. “You won’t make it to the border. Guards are at every exit. I have loyal wolves everywhere. You think you’ve uncovered some grand conspiracy?” A cruel smile twisted his mouth. “You’ve only uncovered why you’re never leaving this house alive. Drop the ledger, Serena. Now. Maybe I’ll make it quick.”
I met his stare without flinching, fury burning brighter than any fear. “Then it’s lucky I’m not the only one who knows. Gale already has the digital copies. Every page scanned and ready. If I don’t check in by dawn, the entire supernatural world will know exactly what kind of Alpha you really are. A thief, a liar, and a weak man hiding behind his fated mate.”
Shock flashed across his face, quickly swallowed by murderous rage. “Gale? That traitorous bitch. You’ve been planning this?”
“Planning? No. Surviving. I saw the signs months ago, but this?” I shook the ledger. “This is worse than I imagined. How long did you think you could keep draining the treasury? The pack is suffering while Liliana wears designer gowns paid for with stolen blood money.”
“Enough!” Caden snarled, advancing slowly. “You always thought you were smarter than everyone. Always the perfect Luna on paper. But you never understood power. Real power. Liliana does. She makes me stronger.”
“Stronger?” I spat. “She makes you a fool. And when the Council comes you’ll lose everything. The title, the pack, her. All of it.”
His fists clenched, body coiled like a predator ready to strike. “You won’t live to see that.”
I didn’t wait for him to recover. I turned and ran for the terrace, the ledger secured inside my jacket, ready to leap into the night and finish what he had started.
The cold air rushed up to meet me as I pushed through the drapes, his furious roar chasing me into the darkness.
*Caden’s POV*The drive to the cabin felt like it lasted a lifetime. I did not care about the speed or the danger. I pushed the car until the engine groaned in protest. My phone stayed clutched in my hand, the screen dark, but my mother’s frantic voice still rang in my ears like a death knell. She knows. Find her.I skidded to a halt in front of the cabin. The tires kicked up mud and gravel. The silence of the woods was absolute. It was a heavy, suffocating quiet that made my skin crawl. My wolf paced inside me, lashing out against my ribs and growling a warning I refused to acknowledge. I slammed the door and sprinted to the entrance.The cabin door swung in the wind, broken and hanging off its hinges."Serena!" I roared. The sound tore through the trees. There was no answer. Just the rustle of leaves.I stepped inside. The room felt cold and lifeless. The furniture remained, but all the small personal touches that always followed Serena were gone. My eyes landed on the small wobbly
*Belinda’s POV*I stood in the center of the cabin, the crumpled letter clutched so tightly in my fist that my knuckles turned white.The air felt thin, like the walls were closing in around me. My heart was not beating with guilt. It hammered with pure, icy fear. Serena was gone. She had not just packed a bag. She had taken the evidence. She had taken the truth."Find her!" I screamed at my guards, who huddled by the door looking confused and clumsy. My voice echoed off the wooden beams, sharp and desperate. "I do not care how you do it! Drag her back here! If she reaches the Council, we are all dead!"One of the guards shifted uncomfortably, his head lowered. "We cannot track her, Mother-in-Law. She left no scent. That guard of hers scrubbed the trail clean."I felt rage boil up inside me. "Then keep looking!" I shrieked. I grabbed a wooden chair and hurled it against the wall. It splintered into a dozen pieces with a loud crack. The sound satisfied me for half a second, but it d
Serena’s POVThe cabin felt like a cold, hollow shell. I sat at the small, wobbly table, the wooden surface rough beneath my palms. My hands were shaking, but I forced myself to grip the pen. I had to write this. It was the last thing I would ever do for the Thornblood pack. Every word felt like I was cutting a final thread that had held me to a life that had turned into a nightmare."Is it done?" Gale asked. He stood by the door, his eyes darting to the dark trees outside. His bags were already packed by his feet. He looked at me with sad, tired eyes, worried that we were running out of time."Almost," I said. I stared at the blank paper. I wanted to tell Caden how much he hurt me. I wanted to scream, to break things, to let all the pain out. But I didn't. I held my head high. Pride was all I had left in this world."Don't write too much," Gale warned, stepping closer. "We need to go now. The sun will be up soon, and the guards will be back."I nodded and began to write. My hand mo
Caden's POVThe air in the master suite was thick with the scent of lilies, a cloying, suffocating perfume that seemed to cling to the velvet drapes and the expensive new rugs. I stood by the balcony, the night air cool against my skin, watching the moonlight pool on the floorboards where Serena had once stood. It had been days since she left, and the house felt wrong. It felt hollow, as if the very foundation was groaning under the weight of an emptiness it wasn't built to sustain.Liliana was asleep in the center of the massive bed, her breathing rhythmic and soft. She looked like a painting of innocence, a fragile thing that needed protecting. Yet, as I looked at her, I felt that familiar, gnawing ache in the back of my skull—a dissonance that I had been trying to suppress for weeks. I moved toward the bed, my footsteps silent, and reached out to rest my hand on her abdomen. I waited for the pull, the instinctive, primal recognition that should have hummed in my veins like a so
**Serena’s POV**The cabin no longer felt like a refuge. It had become a fortress of fragile secrets, its wooden walls creaking under the weight of everything we now carried. The air hung heavy with the sharp scent of damp pine and the metallic edge of lingering adrenaline. I spread the stolen ledger across the scarred kitchen table, the lantern’s flickering light casting long shadows over the damning columns of numbers.Gale stood by the window, one hand resting near the hilt of his blade, his sharp eyes scanning the dark perimeter of the woods beyond. His posture was coiled, ready for anything.“The numbers don’t just show theft,” I said, tracing a finger along the entries. “These transfers are too frequent, too massive. It’s like she’s systematically draining the pack’s treasury. Look at this. Almost every withdrawal lines up with her sudden appearances or demands. Is she preparing for a permanent exit strategy? Or funding some separate life that has nothing to do with being Caden’
Serena’s POVThe midnight deadline pressed against my spine like a blade, but fear had burned away hours ago. All that remained was cold, calculated resolve. I moved through the pack house like a ghost in my own home, heading for the study. I needed the last of my private files before I disappeared for good.The guards were conveniently distracted by a manufactured “disturbance” at the border. Someone’s clever misdirection. I didn’t care whose.As I rounded the corner into the master corridor, I froze. The door to the master suite stood wide open. Servants hurried in and out like ants, carrying armfuls of silk gowns, designer heels, and ornate vanity cases containing Liliana’s things. They were already erasing me.“Careful with those!” a maid called, flushed with excitement. “The new Luna wants everything placed exactly as she instructed. Not a single trace of the old atmosphere left behind. She said the room still smells like failure.”Another servant laughed nervously. “Can you blam
Serena’s POVThe archive room smelled of damp parchment and ancient dust. A sanctuary of forgotten secrets that felt more welcoming than any room in the pack house. I stood before Master Aris, the pack’s elderly archivist whose eyes were as clouded as old glass. He was the only one who remembered
Serena’s POVThe air in the pack house main hall was thick with the scent of lilies and cold judgment. I stood at the center of the room with a very stiff stance, watching the elders of the Thornblood pack shift uncomfortably on their velvet-lined benches. These were the same men and women who ha
Selena's povIn a few minutes I was sent out of the packhouse I occupied and given a small cabin close to the woods. cabin air was stale, smelling of dust and the lingering, suffocating scent of my own misery. I was staring at the wall, tracing the cracks in the wood, when the door groaned open w
Serena’s povBelinda gripped my arm like I had just committed a huge crime. At that moment, I could no longer recognize my mother-in-law. She was gone, replaced by a jailer. Every step down the sterile hospital hallway felt like a march toward my own execution and the clinical scent of antiseptic







