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Chapter 1 

Jennifer POV  

“Move aside! Do not disrupt our Alpha’s ceremony!” A snarling she-wolf shoved me hard, her eyes shining with borrowed arrogance.  

The scent reached me first—a heavy floral perfume twisted with Stefan Gren’s dominant Alpha musk. When I watched him lead her into the Great Hall for his birth-moon celebration, the wolf inside me released a broken, defeated whimper. I knew then. With the full force of a rejected bond crushing my chest, I had lost.  

I slipped into the shadows. The loud howls and coarse laughter of the Pack scraped against my raw nerves. My phone screen glared in the dark. Mother’s messages were blunt and final:  

“Daughter. He presents his mate to the entire Pack. The wager is lost.”  

“Three years. Stefan Gren’s wolf rejected yours. Come home at once. Your duty as heir of the Nightshade Pack cannot be delayed any longer.”  

Duty. Heir. The words closed around me like iron. My eyes found Stefan through the crowd, his arm locked tightly around a slender figure. Caroline Dickson. The whispered legend of his True Mate—the Luna who had vanished and been mourned, the ghost whose shadow I had worn for three years.  

This was the first time I had seen the woman who had held my future without knowing it. Caroline looked fragile. Almost ethereal. Her quiet submission carried a weight that made every other she-wolf around her seem loud and clumsy.  

So this was what he had wanted all along. I ran my tongue over my teeth, tasting only bitter failure.  

Four years earlier, at a gathering of young Alphas and high-ranking females, a bold she-wolf from the Ironridge Pack had approached Stefan. She offered herself as a mate—an alliance wrapped in fire and ambition.  

Alpha Stefan, leaning against the black-stone hearth, took a slow pull from his cigarette. His usually warm amber eyes turned cold. That lazy, cruel smile appeared. “Sorry, princess,” he drawled, smoke curling from his lips. “My wolf prefers them… softer. Simpler. Less like a rival Alpha, more like an omega.”  

Hidden in the shadows, my own wolf stirred with dangerous hope. I had loved him in silence for two years, drawn to his raw power and the pull of his bloodline. But Mother, Selene Voss, the unyielding Alpha of Nightshade, had forbidden it. The old hatred between our Packs ran deep, and she regarded True Mates as a fatal weakness.  

Hearing his preference, I saw a narrow opening. I made the wager: if I could make Stefan Gren’s wolf choose me and bind him as my mate, she would give her blessing. She agreed, certain I would fail.  

To win, I buried Jennifer Louise. Overnight, the Nightshade heir disappeared. In her place stood a quiet, seemingly low-born omega with no connections. I smothered my Alpha-born aura, hid my strength, and played the gentle, vulnerable creature Stefan claimed to want. I wove myself into the edges of his territory—a silent, harmless shadow.  

He noticed eventually. One night after a wild hunt under the gibbous moon, Stefan found me waiting. His gaze, softened by drink, moved over my carefully built docility. A spark of lazy interest lit in his wolf-gold eyes. “Always lurking, little wolf?” His voice was a low rumble that sank into my bones. “Got a taste for the real thing?”  

I nodded, eyes lowered, posture soft.  

A dark chuckle. “Want to see where that hunger leads? Stick close. Be my… girlfriend.” He never offered the mate bond. Not then. Not truly. But it was a foothold.  

Three years. Three years of pouring everything into the act. I learned human cooking to care for him, tended the wounds he brought back from border fights, and endured the whispers that called me a lovesick fool.  

He would joke with rough affection, “Gotta look after my little shadow, yeah?” He spoke of providing—a clear sign an Alpha was taking responsibility.  

The lie grew heavier inside me. The wager felt like a betrayal of what a true mate bond should be. After months of guilt and my wolf howling for honesty and the claiming bite, I decided to tell him everything on his birth moon.  

Then Caroline Dickson walked back into his life.  

The air in the Great Hall changed the moment she appeared. A hush fell. A Beta near me, sharp-tongued and mean, elbowed his companion.  

“Well, well… the real Luna returns. Guess someone’s spot warming the Alpha’s bed just got cold.” He shot me a mocking look. “All that crawling for a scrap of power, and the true mate bond snaps shut. Pathetic.”  

“Enough,” Caroline said, her voice soft as falling snow yet strong enough to silence him. She turned those large, wet eyes toward me, filled with careful sorrow. “I’m so terribly sorry… Jennifer, was it? Stefan and I… fate tore us apart. I never imagined his grief, his wolf’s loneliness, would push him to… find comfort in an echo.” Her gaze traveled over my plain clothes, lingering. “It was cruel of him to use you as a substitute. Unworthy of an Alpha. But,” she added, voice dropping into a pitying whisper, “you must have gained so much just by being near an Alpha like Stefan. Surely it wasn’t a complete waste?”  

An omega should be grateful for leftover scraps from an Alpha—even as a stand-in for his True Mate. The insult to my disguise stung, but the deeper insult to my blood lit a cold fury.  

Stefan’s attention finally settled fully on me. Tonight I wore deep red. The wide-eyed innocence was gone.  

“Omegas should be yielding.” His voice was the flat command of an Alpha ending an inconvenience. “Caroline’s back. What we had… served its purpose. It’s over.” He pulled a thick envelope from his jacket and tossed it onto the low table in front of me. “For your time. Consider it settled.”  

One hundred thousand dollars. Payment for a favored servant, not recognition for three years given to a possible mate. He reduced my devotion and fragile hope to a simple transaction with the same carelessness he would use to swat a fly. The finality of it hit like ice.  

Three years. Three years he had never claimed me, never sealed the bond. He had kept his distance, saving himself for his True Mate, and I—the fool—had mistaken that restraint for a slow path toward the claiming moon.  

A sharp, cold laugh escaped me. It cut through the murmurs. The last of the mask shattered.  

“Keep your blood money, Stefan Gren,” I said, voice low, clear, and stripped of every trace of meekness. “Honestly? I’m bored. Your performance in bed was… mediocre. It lacked the stamina one expects from a true Alpha.” I picked up the half-full goblet of dark Pack wine beside me. With a quick flick of my wrist, the liquid flew, striking Stefan full in the face and dripping down onto his fine tunic like blood.  

Absolute silence.  

I calmly took a linen napkin and wiped my fingers with deliberate care. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “That,” I said, the words ringing with finality, “was for three years wasted on a wolf too blind to see the storm standing in front of him.”  

Without looking back, ignoring the rising growls and stunned disbelief of the Pack, I turned and walked out. The heavy doors closed behind me. I did not look back.  

The game was finished. The mask was gone. Jennifer Louise was going home.  

Author’s POV  

Behind her, the silence exploded.  

“By the Moon! Did she just—?”  

“Insolent girl! She insulted the Alpha’s honor!”  

“She refused a hundred thousand! What life does that mongrel think she has left?”  

Stefan stood rigid, wiping the wine from his eyes. Fury and humiliation fought across his face. His Alpha aura flared, hot and heavy, quieting the loudest voices but not the scandalized whispers. “Let the omega run,” he snarled. “If it spares Caroline the nuisance, good riddance. She’s nothing. Packless. We’ll never scent her kind again.” He dismissed Jennifer completely.  

Where could she possibly go? his expression seemed to say. No Pack. No powerful family. She would crawl back or die alone.  

But Jennifer did not flinch. His words followed her into the night—yet she

never looked back.  

Stefan Gren believed he had seen the last of her.  

He was wrong.