Chapter 5: Let Him Crawl

Candace Miller’s POV (Sara)

Six years had gone by since everyone thought I died at that clinic.

I stood in my bathroom, staring at the woman in the mirror. She was not the weak Omega who used to clean floors until her fingers bled. She was not the desperate girl who did stupid things just to feel wanted.

I was Candace Miller now.

I took the money Killian threw at me that day and ran to the human city. I worked multiple jobs through my pregnancy, saved every penny, fixed my face, changed my name, and built walls around my heart no one could ever break again. Now I owned Miller Security. It was almost funny — I built a company doing what my father once did, but on a much bigger scale. I wasn’t just a guard. I was the woman who created security plans for the elite. People paid huge sums just to get me on the phone.

“Mommy! Leo took my tablet again!” a little girl screamed from the next room.

I sighed and walked into the adjoining room. Lia stood there, angry and red-faced. Behind her, Leo held the tablet high in the air. At five years old, he was already tall for his age — taller than his twin sister.

Pain hit me every time I looked at them. They were beautiful, but they carried his eyes and dark hair. The monster who fathered them.

“Leo, give the tablet back to your sister right now,” I said firmly.

“She’s been on it for so long, Mommy,” Leo complained, but he lowered his arm and handed it over.

Lia stuck her tongue out at him and ran straight to me, hugging my legs tight. “Thank you, Mommy. He’s always taking my things.”

Leo crossed his arms. “It’s not fair. I wanted to play the racing game.”

“You can play after your sister finishes her turn,” I told him. “Share nicely, both of you. Okay?”

“Yes, Mommy,” they said almost together, though Leo still looked grumpy.

When Leo turned to walk away, his shirt shifted a bit. I saw the small Alpha mark on the back of his neck. Both of them had it. Undeniable proof of who their father was.

I had spent every single day of the past five years teaching them how to hide their scent and control their strength. I would never let the Crescent Moon Pack find them. I would rather die than let Killian Blackwood know he had two kids.

A soft knock sounded on the door. Maya, my assistant, came in. She looked nervous, which was unusual for her.

“Ms. Miller, I’m sorry to bother you,” she said. “Something important came up. You need to see this right away.”

I left the twins in their playroom and closed the door firmly behind me. “What is it, Maya?”

Maya handed me a tablet. The file was already open. At the top was a picture I hadn’t seen in six years — a crescent moon behind a howling wolf.

“The Crescent Moon Pack,” Maya said, her voice low. “They’ve sent three different people in the last few days. They are very desperate, Sara. Their pack has been attacked by rogues for months. Their security systems are not working well. Their warriors are being killed one by one.”

I looked at the picture and felt a rush of dark satisfaction. “So the so-called strongest wolf pack is falling apart? The same people who thought they were better than a weak Omega are now begging for help. How the tables have turned.”

“They are offering us three times our price,” Maya said. “They say they have heard you are the one who can help them with their problem. They want to meet with you in person.”

I laughed. It was not a happy laugh. “They want my help?”

Maya nodded. “The old Alpha died after the attack six years ago. Killian is the Alpha now. He has been trying to keep the pack safe. It has been hard. He is the one who asked for our help.”

I remembered how Killian looked when he threw money at me. I remembered him telling me to get rid of the babies so I would not ruin his life. Now he was asking me to save him.

“Tell them no,” I said firmly.

Maya looked surprised. “No? The job is worth a lot of money. It would make our company famous with all the wolf packs. Wolves offer more money than our human clients.”

“I do not care about the money,” I said, my voice mean and cold. “I have enough money to buy his whole pack and turn it into a parking lot. If Alpha Blackwood wants my help, he should not send people to ask for me. Tell them that if he is so desperate, he should come here himself.”

“You want the Alpha to come to a human city?” Maya asked, shocked.

“I want him to crawl,” I said, my eyes flashing with years of anger. “Tell him that Ms. Miller does not meet with people who are not important. If he wants his pack to be safe, he needs to come and ask for my help personally. Otherwise he can watch his pack get hurt.”

I could almost taste the revenge. Killian thought I was dead. He thought he had gotten rid of the Omega six years ago. He had no idea that he was about to walk into a trap.

I was going to make him regret every mean thing he had ever done to me.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” I asked, suddenly noticing the strange look Maya was giving me.

“Alpha Blackwood is quite a persistent man who doesn’t take no for an answer and—”

“I do not give a bloody fuck,” I deadpanned.

“I am starting to wonder what the renowned Candace Miller has against the Blackwood pack,” a deep, commanding voice boomed from the doorway. “Is it a human versus wolf beef, or something more?”

My knees went weak. My heart slammed against my ribs as Killian Blackwood — the man I swore to get revenge on — walked into the room, his eyes locking onto mine with pure shock.

“Sara…?” he whispered, voice breaking. “You’re alive?”