Semua Bab The Rejected Luna’s Revenge: Six Alphas and a Secret Pregnan: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Cameron had reached out today with a specific aim—he wanted to give me an opening to crawl back and submit. Instead, I’d had the audacity to sever the connection mid-sentence!Inside the car, Jonah Price spoke with a measured hesitation. "Sir, I had my team investigate the clinic. The life-support and medical credits for her uncle have been fully restored.""Hah," Cameron scoffed, his eyes cold as he stared at the passing trees of the Steele territory. "She’s likely scraped together enough for a single month. A desperate gasp for air.""No, sir. The debt has been cleared for the next decade," Jonah clarified.Ten years?Cameron’s fingers went to his throat, loosening his tie as if the air had suddenly thinned. "Where did a wolfless relic acquire that kind of capital?""The records show she paid for one moon-cycle herself," Jonah reported. "But shortly after, an untraceable account flooded the hospital’s treasury. It’s an encrypted source; we can’t breach the identity of the sender."C

"I would think so, but we’re offering the most prestigious conditions in the Northlands. No wolf should be able to refuse that. I’m guessing someone is using a more personal hunting tactic. After all, the mystery of why she vanished into the shadows three years ago remains unsolved.""Vanished three years ago?" Cameron glanced at the update on my profile. Could the timing truly be that synchronized?The following sunrise, Landon and Eva arrived at the Vaughn Estates with a bounty of gifts for me.Eva said, "Sierra, these are delicacies from the heart of the Great-Pack. Congratulations on surviving the culling and reaching the finals!"Landon asked cautiously, "You spoke of three years lost to the shadows on your feed, Sierra. Did you attempt this Rite before?"I nodded slowly. "I did, but the pack was in chaos back then. I didn't have the peace to sharpen my claws for the finals, so I had to retreat halfway."Landon hadn't expected to have been so close to finding me three years ago.

I felt my heart hammering against my ribs. Was Ryder just an understudy? Why were the lens-wolves and scent-trackers swarming him? I had hoped to slip into the Great Hall unnoticed, but this was becoming a high-caste spectacle.Peering through the tinted glass, I caught sight of Cameron and Lexi standing near the stone pillars of the entrance. A dull ache throbbed in my temples. Even in this crowd, their combined scent of cold industrial steel and expensive perfumes was suffocating.Ryder waited, his patience thinning as the paparazzi pressed closer. He leaned down, his voice muffled by the glass. "What’s the hold-up, Little Star?"Looking at the ravenous crowd, I realized there was no back trail to take. I drew a steadying breath and stepped out. The heels of my stilettos clicked against the pavement, and the champagne silk clung to my curves, making me feel as though I were bathed in moonlight."Mind the frame." Ryder placed a protective hand over the door's edge, ensuring I didn't

I felt like a ghost haunting the halls of the Steele Pack. On the surface, Lexi Hart lived a life of high-caste luxury, but I knew the rot beneath the gilding. Aside from our ancient, senile grandmother, none of the Harts truly saw her. Landon and the rest of the Vaughn Circle were polite, but it was the chilling courtesy one showed a placeholder. She was merely a shadow filling the void I had left behind.This was the root of her desperation to tether herself to Cameron. To her, Steele Industries wasn't just a pack—it was a fortress that could shield her from being discarded once her secret was bared.Outside the Great Hall, the scent-trackers and lens-wolves were finally being driven back by the enforcers. Ryder and I didn't waste a heartbeat, ducking into a waiting transport to vanish into the night.As the vehicle pulled away, I caught a glimpse of Cameron through the glass. He stood beneath the moonlight, tall and imposing, his presence commanding even in silence. Lexi was at his

Cameron could simply grant them a heavy tribute to secure an estate. He could gift them a fleet of sleek transports. He might even provide the entire parasitic lot with high-status roles within Steele Industries!Sierra’s pulse quickened. She had already marked the blood-oath for divorce. If he paid off her foster pack now, she would be branded nothing more than a gold-digging omega.She locked eyes with Mary and Mildred, her voice like cracking ice. "You heard the Alpha’s decree. I am the voice of this den. My word is final here, and his gold will not move without my seal."Mary’s lip curled in a sneer. "I scent a lie. Cameron is the High Alpha, the master of the hoard. He rules this territory, not a relic like you. Isn’t that right, Alpha?"Sierra bit her lip, glancing at Cameron with a flicker of anxiety. She prayed he had caught the silent plea in her earlier words.Cameron adjusted his cuffs, his expression unreadable. "Come here," he commanded. Sierra hesitated, puzzled, but she