The Lycan Ceo Unclaimed Twins

(Violet’s POV)

“Look at that diamond ring! God, she is so lucky!”

My coworker’s scream pierced my ear, but my eyes stayed glued to the breakroom TV. The coffee cup in my hand had gone cold. On the screen, Alpha Kaelen smiled warmly as he slid a massive diamond ring onto a rich girl’s finger.

This was the same man who had held me in his bed at 3:00 AM, whispering that I was his only love.

My hand trembled as I pressed it against my flat stomach. Two tiny lives were growing inside me. Just three hours ago, I had stood in the clinic clutching the ultrasound paper, crying tears of joy. I thought our secret one-year relationship was finally going public. I thought my twins would finally have a father.

Instead, I was watching the man I loved trade me for a business deal.

“This marriage saves our company millions,” Kaelen’s deep voice boomed through the speakers. He stared straight into the camera, his new fiancée pressed against his expensive suit. “She brings the money and status our pack needs. Together, we are untouchable.”

A cold numbness spread through my body. The room began to spin. He hadn’t just broken my heart—he had shattered it on live television while the world cheered.

He treated our entire year of love like a dirty little secret that never existed.

“I heard her father is a billionaire,” another office girl whispered, sipping her tea. “An Alpha needs a rich woman beside him, not some poor wolfless nobody who just handles the paperwork.”

Their words stung like slaps, but I kept my face blank. For three years I had stayed up until midnight fixing their messy accounting books to save their jobs. This was how they repaid me.

Bang!

The breakroom door slammed open. Kaelen’s arrogant beta, Marcus, strode in. He didn’t even look at me like a person. His lip curled in disgust as he hurled a heavy black trash bag at my feet.

“Pack your desk, Violet. The Alpha’s new fiancée wants all wolfless trash cleared out by noon.”

The office went dead silent. Chairs scraped as everyone scooted away from me, leaving me standing completely alone. Nobody defended me. Nobody spoke up for the girl who had saved their paychecks.

Marcus stepped closer, his voice loud and cruel. “Did you hear me, nobody? You have exactly thirty minutes to grab your cheap things and get out of our pack forever. If you’re still here when the new boss arrives, my guards will drag you out into the rain.”

I stared down at the trash bag, then back at the TV where Kaelen was kissing his fiancée’s hand.

Something inside my chest snapped.

I needed to see him. There had to be an explanation—a mistake, anything.

Marcus cursed under his breath. “He doesn’t owe you any explanation, you pathetic wolfless mutt who doesn’t even have a scent. He told me to make sure you have no place left in this pack before he gets back.”

I took a slow, steady breath, pulled my hand from my stomach, and clenched my fists.

“Thirty minutes?” My voice rang out clear and strong as I looked him dead in the eyes. “Tell your Alpha he won’t even need five.”

The rain hit the heavy glass windows of the executive floor like throwing small rocks. The long hallway leading to the Alpha’s private office was completely silent. The expensive gray carpets smelled like new leather and fresh paint. This place had been paid for by the late nights I spent fixing their broken tax reports.

My wet boots left dark, muddy marks on the clean floor. I did not care. I did not look down. My hand was still buried deep inside my jacket pocket. My fingers tightly gripped the crumpled ultrasound photo. It was the only warm thing left in my world.

"You cannot go in there, Violet."

Marcus appeared from the shadow of the corner. Two heavy pack guards stood close behind him. They were broad-shouldered wolves who used to nod to me when I brought them their weekly check papers. Now, their eyes were hard and cold. They looked at me like I was a wild animal that needed to be put down.

"Get out of my way, Marcus," I said. My voice did not shake. It sounded cool and flat. It was a voice I had never used in this office before.

"The Alpha is busy preparing for the formal engagement dinner," Marcus sneered. He crossed his thick arms over his chest. "He does not have time to deal with a human clerk throwing a tantrum because her free ride is over."

"I am the lead accountant of this entire territory," I said, stepping closer until I could smell the bitter scent of his beta wolf energy. "I hold the keys to every single vault and hidden account your Alpha uses to hide his debt from the Lycan King. Move. Or I will lock every system before I walk out that front door."

Marcus froze. The color drained from his face. He knew I was not lying. He knew that without my code, the Silvercrest Pack would look like a sinking ship to the imperial tax collectors by midnight.

With a low growl, he stepped aside. "Five minutes," he spat. "Then my men will throw you into the street."

The Price of a Pack

I did not knock. I pushed the heavy oak door open.

Alpha Kaelen stood by the wide window. He was holding a glass of dark amber whiskey. His expensive Italian suit showed no wrinkles. He looked exactly like the powerful, modern leader he had pretended to be on the television screen.

When the door clicked shut, he did not turn around immediately. He took a slow sip of his drink.

"I told Marcus to handle your departure quietly, Violet," Kaelen said. His deep voice used to make my inner wolf feel safe. Now, it just felt like oil on cold water. "You shouldn't have come up here. It makes things messy."

"Messy?" I echoed the word. I walked to the front of his massive mahogany desk. "You held me in your arms last night, Kaelen. You told me that once the quarterly budget was approved, we would tell the pack about us."

Kaelen finally turned. His handsome face was completely smooth. There was no guilt in his green eyes. There was only the cold, hard math of a businessman.

"That was before Tatiana's father offered to wipe out forty percent of our pack's high-interest debt," Kaelen said. He set his glass down on the wood with a soft clink. "Be smart, Violet. Look at yourself. You have no wolf spirit. You have no family name. You cannot stand beside me at the regional Alpha summits. The pack is starving. My people need a Luna who brings capital, not someone who just counts it."

"And what about what I bring?" I asked. My hand tightened around the ultrasound paper inside my pocket. I wanted to pull it out. I wanted to show him the two tiny dots that were his blood.

But I looked at his eyes. I saw the greed. I saw the absolute lack of love.

If I told him about the twins now, he would not welcome them with love. He would see them as a legal problem. He would take them from a "poor, wolfless" mother and give them to his new tech heiress fiancée to raise as trophies for the pack's public image.

I could feel my hidden, ancient bloodline stirring deep inside my chest. It felt like cold silver. It was waking up because my heart was finally dead to this man.

"You will be taken care of," Kaelen continued. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a sleek, white checkbook. He wrote a number quickly, tore the paper out, and slid it across the dark wood. "This is fifty thousand dollars. It is more than enough for a human girl to move to the city and start a small shop. Consider it a bonus for your years of good work with the books."

I looked down at the paper. The ink was still wet.

"Fifty thousand dollars," I whispered. "That is the price for a year of my life? For the bond we felt?"

"We are not true fated mates, Violet," Kaelen said. His voice turned sharp, warning me. "We were a mistake born from working late in the same office. Accept the money. Leave your silver pack badge on the desk and walk away before Tatiana arrives. She has a very low tolerance for old baggage."

The Silver Bond Snaps

A small, dark laugh escaped my lips. It sounded strange even to me. It wasn't the sound of a sad girl. It was the sound of a cage door opening.

"You are right, Kaelen," I said. I pulled my hand out of my pocket. I left the ultrasound paper behind. "We are not fated mates. Because a true Alpha would know exactly what kind of wolf is standing right in front of him."

Kaelen frowned. His brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

I reached up to my left collarbone. Underneath my cheap cotton shirt was the faint, glowing mark of his pack's lesser bond—the mark he had given me in secret so his elders wouldn't smell my scent on him.