Chapter 1

On the other end of the line, before Lucas Howell could even respond, a hand with sharply manicured nails reached over. It snatched my phone and hurled it viciously onto the marble floor.

The phone skidded far across the ground, the screen shattering instantly.

I jerked my head up, my gaze colliding with Tiffany Sterling's eyes, which were full of mockery and triumph.

She stood there in this season's designer gown, looking down her nose at me while I reeked of booze.

"Who do you think you're fooling?" she asked with a sneer. "Screaming into that crappy phone like you can actually reach an Alpha? Why don't you take a look at yourself in the mirror? Do you really think someone of your lowly bloodline is worthy of someone like Lucas?"

The commotion instantly drew the attention of the surrounding werewolves.

The wolves were in suits and leather shoes, while the she-wolves were adorned in jewels and finery.

Only I stood in the middle of the crowd in my seemingly ordinary white t-shirt, looking completely out of place.

Murmurs of ridicule rose around me.

"Who's this she-wolf? How did she even get in here?"

"Look at what she's wearing. The whole outfit probably costs less than 20 dollars."

"Probably just a Rogue here for a free meal. They really have no shame these days."

"She actually dares to cause trouble in the Dark Shadow pack's territory. She managed to offend Tiffany too. Now that's going to be interesting to watch."

I glanced down at the white T-shirt I was wearing. It was hand-stitched by the royal tailor of the Moon Goddess Temple and crafted from moonlight silk fabric.

The cost of this T-shirt alone was worth more than all the gowns present combined. Unfortunately, these blind fools couldn't recognize true quality, as they only knew brand names.

Ignoring the chatter, I fixed my gaze coldly on Tiffany.

"Pick it up," I said calmly.

Tiffany covered her mouth with an exaggerated gesture, laughing as if she'd just heard the world's funniest joke.

"You want me to pick it up? Who do you even think you are?" She leaned in close, lowering her voice to gloat. "Truth is, I'm already carrying Lucas' pup. Everyone knows the mother of his pup holds all the cards.

"Forget smashing your crappy phone. Even if I kicked you out right now, Lucas wouldn't say a single word against it."

With that, she pulled a gold card from her bag and waved it right in front of my face.

It was Dark Shadow Group's highest-level privilege card. This card carried the same authority as the Alpha himself, and there were only three in the entire group.

One was in Lucas' possession, and the other in mine. But I never imagined the last one would be with Tiffany.

I looked at her flat stomach, a wave of nausea churning in my gut.

We werewolves valued loyalty above all else, and the mate bond was sacred and inviolable.

The engagement between Lucas and me was witnessed by the highest authorities of both our packs, yet he'd gotten his secretary pregnant during our betrothal?

A mutt who couldn't control his desire dared to call himself my Alpha?

This wasn't just an insult to me, but a provocation against the entire alliance.

My gaze turned icy, killing intent surging within me.

"So, knocking up his side-piece is the Alpha of the Dark Shadow pack's idea of honor? Please. That gutter bloodline doesn't get to claim the mother of his pup holds all the cards."

Tiffany's face twisted dramatically as she let out a piercing shriek. "Shut up! What would a lowly she-wolf like you know? Guards! Where the hell are they?"

Several burly Gamma bodyguards immediately rushed over at her command, encircling me completely.

Tiffany pointed at the spilled wine on the floor and said viciously, "This doesn't have to end with you leaving on a stretcher. Get on your knees right now, bare your neck in submission, and lick this floor clean of every drop of wine.

"Otherwise, I'll show you exactly what happens when you cross a future Luna."