Chapter 3

The second the door clicked shut, I grabbed my phone.

I needed to see their next move.

I opened the pack app. My instincts were right.

Monica posted a new thread. She announced the party was happening on the penthouse terrace tomorrow night. Everyone could get the Moon Goddess’s blessing at the highest point in the city.

She shamelessly claimed it was a "gift" to the pack from her and her damn Gamma mate.

Dozens of comments flooded in.

"Wow, Monica, you're the best!"

"Gamma Julian is such a great leader!"

"I always wanted to see that terrace! Finally!"

"Wait, how did you get the rogue up there to agree? Didn't she say no?"

My fingers tightened when I saw Monica’s reply.

"Some wolves just have no pack spirit. They think they're better than us. But in the face of real power, they have no choice but to submit."

Even now, I was trying to be civilized. Trying to use the rules.

"That is private property. This is trespassing," I replied directly under her post.

Under ten seconds later, Monica sent me a toxic voice note.

Her voice was sharp and hateful. "Private property? Stop acting, Vesper! You think I don't know? How could a defective, scentless Omega like you afford a penthouse?"

"I bet you're just some rich Alpha's whore! A piece of trash like you dares to fight us?"

"Let me tell you, one word from Julian, and you won't even leave this pack alive!"

I gripped my phone, anger burning in my chest.

This was hilarious.

My father was the Lycan King, and this low-born bitch was trying to slut-shame me?

The forum blew up.

"Oh Goddess, is that true?"

"I knew it. How else could a young rogue afford that?"

"These sugar-baby Omegas are getting too arrogant."

"No wonder she's so stuck up. Her blood is dirty."

"Monica is right! Kick her out!"

I calmly screenshotted every single comment for evidence.

I made a promise to myself. I left the Royal Court for a reason. I would handle this the civilized way. With lawyers and lawsuits. Not with fangs and blood.

"Monica, this is defamation and conspiracy to trespass. I have screenshotted everything. My legal team will contact you," I typed.

Monica shot back, even more arrogant. "Trespass? Hahaha! Go ahead! Sue me! Let's see if you can find a single judge in this zone who dares to take your case!"

"You bottom-feeders will never understand Julian’s connections!"

Gideon jumped in too. "Miss Vesper, watch your tone. We are acting on Council orders. Everything is legal. If you keep disrupting pack harmony, we will ban your account."

The neighbors piled on.

"Yeah! Vesper is so ungrateful!"

"Monica and Julian do so much for us, why can't you just cooperate?"

"A shady woman playing the victim?"

The fury inside me roared like wildfire. My sanity was hanging by a thread.

I turned off my phone, leaned back on the couch, and closed my eyes.

My million-dollar territory, stolen. My property deed, called a fake. My reputation, dragged through the mud.

Fine. Reason didn't work.

I stood up, took photos of my property deeds, encrypted them, and emailed them to my exclusive Royal legal team.

The moment I hit send, my hyper-sensitive nose caught a strange scent.

Then, the faint sound of glass breaking.

It came from the Moon Terrace upstairs.

Someone was in there? So late?

I dropped my phone.

The strange wolf scents were getting stronger.

More than one. At least three or four.

What were they doing in my wine room?

A bad feeling hit me.

I rushed to the stairs.

The smashing sounds grew louder, mixed with crude laughter and heavy footsteps.

When I pushed open the door to the terrace, the sight froze me to the core.