Chapter 2

The surrounding werewolves made no move to intervene. Instead, they looked on with expressions of eager anticipation, as if awaiting a good show.

Tiffany's smile twisted into something ugly and vicious, as if she could already see me groveling at her feet.

I took a deep breath, a cold gleam flashing in my eyes. "You want me to kneel? As if you're worthy enough for me to do that."

The nearest Gamma reached out to grab me by the hair. I sidestepped smoothly and kicked him hard.

The 200-pound brute went flying backward, crashing into a row of champagne towers. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the hall, followed by startled screams.

The smile on Tiffany's face instantly froze, morphing into sheer terror. Before she could even react, I had already closed the distance between us.

A resounding slap landed squarely on her heavily made-up face.

Tiffany spun around from the force of the slap, one side of her face instantly swelling up grotesquely.

"Y-You dare hit me?" she stammered. "I'm carrying—"

"That's for being such a shameless wretch."

My father, Raymond Greyback, commanded the entire Valdoria Werewolf Alliance. Striking a mere mistress was nothing.

I raised my hand to strike again when a furious voice rang out.

"Stop!"

The crowd parted automatically as Lucas strode forward, surrounded by a contingent of high-ranking warriors.

Dressed in a meticulously tailored, custom suit, he cut an imposing figure. At the same time, he was radiating a powerful Alpha presence.

The moment Tiffany saw him, she threw herself into his arms, crying and wailing.

"Alpha Lucas, you have to get me justice! This crazy woman not only ruined the event, but she also tried to hurt your pup."”

I straightened my clothes and stared at him coldly.

"Lucas, aren't you going to explain yourself? You're engaged, yet you got your secretary pregnant and even allowed her to humiliate your fiancee. What do you take the werewolf vow of loyalty for? And what about the alliance's honor?"

Lucas wrapped an arm around Tiffany's waist, his gaze filled with disdain and arrogance.

"Vows? Those are rules for the weak to follow. I'm the strongest Alpha of the Dark Shadow pack, so my bloodline must continue. That so-called daughter of the Alpha King hasn't shown her face in 20 years.

"Did you expect me to live like a monk waiting for some phantom engagement? Tiffany is carrying my pup. That's all that matters."

He pointed at my wine-stained T-shirt, his voice rising and dripping with contempt.

"And where did you come from, you despicable stray wolf? How dare you impersonate my fiancee and sneak your way in here? The Alpha King's daughter would never travel without her guards.

"In fact, what are you wearing? Cheap rags from a street stall? Yet, you dare talk to me about loyalty and rules?"

Tiffany instantly swelled with renewed confidence. She nestled against him, her eyes glinting with provocation as she said, "You hear that? Alpha Lucas doesn't even know you! Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? He's way out of your league."

Someone in the crowd chimed in, "See? I told you. There's no way Alpha Lucas would ever be interested in some ordinary she-wolf like her. She's just delusional. How embarrassing."

I had still harbored a flicker of hope for Lucas, but now I was simply disgusted beyond measure. Since he regarded our sacred vow as worthless, then I no longer needed to show any mercy.

I let out a cold laugh and pulled the black gold ring, the symbol of our engagement, from my pocket.

"Since you claim I'm a fraud, you must at least recognize this ring, right?"

Lucas' pupils contracted slightly at the sight of the ring. But he quickly sneered, his gaze growing even more contemptuous.

"You must have stolen that, or maybe it's a fake? Looks like you prepared thoroughly for this little scam. Guards, seize this counterfeit ring. I don't want it defiling my sight."

I was so furious that I laughed instead.

"Lucas, go tell your father that I'm calling off this pathetic engagement."