Chapter 4

The security barrier was smashed. My heart almost stopped.

My entire collection of rare Lycan suppressants and vintage liquors was shattered.

Bottles worth millions, centuries-old treasures, were reduced to a sea of broken glass and spilled alcohol.

Every drop of that liquid could calm the primal rage in Lycan blood. Now, it was just bleeding out on the floor, smelling like heartbreak.

But what made my blood boil was the glass wall. Sprayed in massive red paint were the words: "Omega Whore."

Shaking, I pulled out my phone and called management.

"Hello?" The voice was lazy.

"My private terrace was broken into!" I kept my voice tight. "Send security up here right now!"

A heavy sigh on the other end. "Oh. Got it. We’re short-staffed. We'll send someone up in an hour or so."

"An hour?" My voice dropped below zero. "My home was invaded, my collection destroyed, and that's your answer?"

"Hey, we’re busy downstairs. Wait in line. We'll get to you when we get to you."

He hung up.

I stared at the phone. The beast inside my chest started slamming against its cage.

Almost an hour later, Gideon finally strolled up with one guard.

He looked at the mess and whistled. "Wow. They really went to town on this place."

"What is management going to do about this?" I glared at him.

He threw his hands up. "This? Not our jurisdiction. It's not a violent assault. Even if the Enforcers come, they’ll just make you fill out a form. You'll just have to suck it up."

"Suck it up?" My voice rose. "I pay tens of thousands in HOA fees! My terrace is trashed, my property destroyed, and you tell me it's not your problem?"

He rolled his eyes. "Lady, we’re managers, not the Royal Guard. We don't care about this drama. You pissed someone off, you deal with it."

Before I could speak, a shrill laugh echoed from behind me.

"Well, well, if it isn't our penthouse neighbor! What happened to your little bottles?"

I turned around. It was Monica.

She pointed at the red paint, laughing hysterically. "'Omega Whore.' Wow, whoever did this nailed it! Hahaha!"

"Looks like someone finally taught a shameless woman a lesson. This is what happens to home-wrecking whores!"

"I want to see the security footage." My voice was ice.

Gideon and Monica exchanged a look. "Unfortunately," Gideon smirked, "the cameras broke tonight. System glitch. We didn't catch a thing."

"System glitch?" I sneered. "How convenient."

Monica suddenly lunged at me with a furious look. "You little bitch, you still dare to mock us?!"

She slapped me hard across the face.

I stumbled back, blood pooling in the corner of my mouth. I didn't dodge. I was too busy holding back the Royal beast that wanted to tear her head off.

The guard rushed over and grabbed my shoulders, thinking he could hold me down.

"Who do you think you are?" Monica bragged. "Let me tell you, my husband just needs to make one call to the Lycan Beta, and you’ll be torn to shreds!"

"Have you heard of Caleb? The legendary Enforcer! One word from Julian, and he'll come deal with trash like you!"

I slowly turned my head and wiped the blood from my mouth with my thumb.

Lawyers. Judges. Legal teams.

I really tried to use human rules for this.

Now I realized how stupid that was.

You can't sue animals with human laws. You can't reason with mad dogs who only understand the jungle rules.

Against beasts, you use the only language they understand: absolute bloodline domination.

They crossed the line. My father's line.

I spat blood onto the floor and pulled a tiny crystal vial from my pocket.

It was my scent-suppressant. The thing I used to pretend I was harmless.

Right in front of them, I crushed it in my hand.

Monica didn't back down. She laughed louder. "Calling for backup? You think I'm scared? My husband can summon Beta Caleb! Even if you pray to the Moon Goddess, no one can save you!"

The guard chimed in. "Miss Vesper, don't make this ugly. You can't mess with Gamma Julian and his connections. You're a nobody. Just apologize to Monica and let it go."

Monica crossed her arms, lifting her chin. "Hear that? Last chance. Kneel, apologize, and give me the access codes. I might let you live. Or else..."

Beta? Caleb?

The cold-blooded killer who kissed my father's ring at the Full Moon Festival last year and swore loyalty to me?

The Royal executioner.

And this bitch was using his name to threaten me?

I felt my Lycan blood roaring as it was finally freed.

A cruel smile crept onto my face—the smile of Lycan royalty right before an execution. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number right in front of them.

"Find Caleb. Tell that piece of trash he has twenty minutes to get his ass to my penthouse in the Neutral Zone. If he isn't kneeling here licking the blood off my floor by then... he won't live to see tomorrow's moon."