Chapter 7

My mind went blank.

Those assets were meant for me. My father had worried I'd struggle in Grayson's pack, so he'd invested all of it for my sake.

He'd made it clear that everything belonged to me. So how had it ended up under Bianca's name?

The clerk saw the disbelief on my face and turned her screen toward me.

Every single asset was registered to Bianca.

But I couldn't remember ever transferring any of it to her.

I searched through the documents until I found the date on the last contract.

It was Bianca's birthday.

Suddenly, the pieces fell into place. I remembered that day.

Grayson had brought me a thick stack of contracts.

"Camille, I need you to sign these."

I was busy at the time, so I signed them without even looking.

I assumed it was just pack business.

I trusted Grayson completely. It never crossed my mind that he would deceive me.

Much less that he'd secretly give Bianca everything my father had given me.

On her birthday, I gave Bianca an expensive gemstone necklace, while Grayson didn't give her anything.

I remember wondering why. Then he said, "I already gave her something, and it was from both of us. We're about to become mates, so of course we're one."

I'd actually been happy to hear that. I thought Grayson was finally learning to keep some distance from Bianca.

I never dreamed that his gift from both of us was everything I owned.

I stared at the contract as all the strength drained from my body.

I sank into a chair, tears streaming down my face.

I'd been such a fool to trust him.

It took me a long time to pull myself together. Then I turned to the clerk.

"Is Grayson still in the administration building?"

She looked at me in alarm, hesitating over whether to answer.

I already had my answer.

"All right. I understand. Thank you."

The service desks were on the first floor, and Grayson's office was on the top floor.

I went straight for the elevator.

Those thirty seconds felt like a lifetime.

The doors finally opened, and I ran straight for his office.

One look at my face, and everyone moved out of my way.

I kicked the office door open.

Bianca was sitting on Grayson's lap, flirting with him. She didn't even bother getting up when she saw me. Instead, she gave me a smug look.

Grayson seemed to realize how bad it looked and gave her a warning glance.

Bianca didn't budge. He cleared his throat and said, "Bianca was asking me about some work. She's only sitting here because she needs to see my screen. Don't read into it."

The way he defended her without a second thought made my chest tighten.

I bit my lip and slammed the documents onto his desk.

"Grayson, what the hell is this?"

He glanced at the pages, frowned for a moment, then sighed like I'd barged in over nothing.

"That's what this is about? Did you really have to come storming in here over this?"

"Over this?"

Everything I owned, and he called it nothing.

"My father gave me those assets because he was worried I'd struggle in this pack. They were my only safety net, and you gave them away to someone else?"

Grayson didn't look guilty in the slightest. Instead, he made it sound like I was the unreasonable one.

"What do you mean, yours and mine? Your father invested those assets in my pack. And even if they really belonged to you, we're about to complete our mating ceremony. What's yours is mine. Besides, didn't you agree to this yourself?"

He pointed at my signature on the document.

"That's your signature right there. Bianca is a weak Omega with no family. She's all alone in this pack, barely getting by.

"I've always been like a brother to her. How could I not help her? Those assets give her some security here. If I can't even look after someone I consider my sister, what kind of Alpha would that make me?"

He genuinely believed he'd done nothing wrong. To him, I was throwing a fit over nothing.

All he cared about was his reputation, his authority as Alpha, and making sure Bianca had a place in the pack.

He didn't care about me. He didn't care what his favoritism had cost me.

He thought Bianca needed those assets to survive. Apparently, he'd forgotten why my father had given them to me in the first place—to make sure I could build a life of my own.