Riley’s POV
I slidy’t spare the driver <b>another </b>nce.
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Turned around and walked straight back into the Ebonw estate, heels echoing against the marble like a deration of <b>war</b>.
He barked at me like a nutt, thinking just because he <b>drove </b>for <b>Alpha </b>ric, he could speak down to me. Guess he forgot- Tm not a slog. I’m the daughter they buried and now suddenly need.
Tetum weat
Which <b>he </b>did.
It didu beven take a full minute before I heard his panicked footsteps behind me. Gone was the arrogance he was all smiles now, practically <b>groveling</b>.
“Miss, please–Alpha and Lama are waiting for you at the summit. If you don’te now, we’ll bete.”
didn’t answer.
it down on the leather couch, poured myself a cup of jasmine tea, and sipped it slowly. Deliberately.
The driver hovered like a fly in summer heat, pacing and fidgeting like a rogue in heat season.
“Please.” he tried again, nearly begging, “it’s my fault. I spoke out of turn. But the summit’s already begun–if we don’t leave dow, we’ll miss it entirely.”
I finally looked up, locking eyes with him.
“Know your ce.” I said quietly. “You’re a driver, not a Pack Elder. If it’s <b>not </b>your concern, stay out of it.<b>” </b>
He paled “Yes, Miss. I understand.”
No, he didn’t. But at least he pretended to.
I
finished thest sip of tea and checked the clock. 8:00 PM sharp. The summit must’ve already started.
I let another thirty minutes tick by just to be petty. Then I rose, set the cup <b>down </b>gently, and said, “Let’s go.”
He looked like he’d just been pardoned from a death sentence. Practicaly sprinted to the SUV to open the door for me.
This time, I didn’t argue. Slipped into the <b>back </b>seat, one leg crossed over the other, and leaned back with my eyes closed. Nyra stirred faintly inside me.
“You should’ve made him crawl,” <b>she </b><b>growled</b>.
“No.” I answered silently. “Thatester. After I’ve <b>won</b>.
Third Person POV
At the same time, the summit was already halfway through
The Ebonw delegation <b>sat </b>clustered in the front row of the Silverfang Auction Hall–Alpha ric, Luna Zara Kael Vale, and of course, Scarlett
Atari’s jaw was locked tight, face stormy with barely leashed <b>fury</b><b>. </b>“Where the hell is that ungrateful brat? It’s been over thirty
Zata twisted her hands in herp. “ric, <b>do </b>you have her number? Just call her.”
If I had it, don’t you think I would’ve already tried he snapped. “You don’t have it?”
“Thought you had it, she hissed, visibly flustered.
340 PM
Kael <b>groaned </b><b>and </b>pulled out his phone. “I’ll call the driver.”
The line connected quickly.
“Where are you?” <b>Kael </b>barked. “The summit started half an hour ago.
The driver’s voice was hesitant. “We just left the estate, Young Alpha…”
“You what?”
Kael’s voice exploded like a whip crack.
“We told you to pick her up before the summit began!”
“She…refused to leave. <b>I </b>tried-”
“I don’t care what she did,” <b>Kael </b>growled. “She better be here before the final lot is announced.”
He hung up without waiting for a response.
Across the row, Scarlett was paying attention to something else entirely.
Her gaze <b>had </b>been fixed all night on one man–the Stormridge heir from Northhaven.
Lucien Duskgrave.
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He stood alone, detached from both council and crowd, like a phantom who tolerated no presence but his own. There were whispers everywhere, of course.
That he was
was cursed.
That he couldn’t bond with a mate.
That every Luna chosen for him either ran, died, or lost her mind before the mating bond could fully seal.
They said he was born during a blood eclipse–an omen of doom–and marked by a red peony on his chest, one that no healer could erase and no silver could <b>scar </b>
The blood peony. The mark of the Lonely Alpha.
They said he was destined to live without love. To rule without mercy. That even the Moon Goddess herself turned her face from him.
Scarlett had believed the stories.
Until now.
Until she saw him in the flesh.
He was breathtaking
Angr cheekbones piercing silver eyes, a jaw carved like it belonged to a god of war. And that suit–gods, that suit.
It wasn’t just expensive. It was <b>divine</b><b>. </b>
Midnight<b>–</b>ck. Hand–stitched. And across his chest, a single, blood–red peony embroidered with <b>such </b>precision it looked
Scarlett’s breath caught.
No one who dressed like that no one who looked like <b>that </b>could be <b>as </b>monstrous as the rumors imed. Could they!
Jealousy twisted in her gut like poison.
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Riley.
That monster… was supposed to marry B
Riley, the forgotten daughter. The girl who’d spent half her life in chains, then returned like a ghost the Pack wished would disappear again.
Why should she be gifted a <b>man </b>like <b>that</b><b>? </b>
Scarlett’s lips pressed into a thin line.
If the Stormridge Prince was truly as cruel as <b>they </b>said–so be it. Let Riley rot in that marriage.
But if the rumors were wrong… if this Prince was powerful and desirable… then Riley didn’t deserve him.
No.
Scarlett wouldn’t stand by <b>and </b>let Riley get a single shred of happiness.
Not when she’d spent her whole life <b>stealing </b>scraps of attention that rightfully belonged to her.
She grabbed her phone and typed out a message quickly.
The driver nced at <b>Riley </b>through the rearview mirror. She was leaning back in the <b>seat</b><b>, </b>eyes closed, serene andposed.
But in his eyes, a cold glint flickered.
He had just received the message.
And it came from Scarlett.
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