LOGIN“There’s no way I’d ever forget a gold digger like this,” I muttered inwardly as I stared at the girl standing before me. The same girl I’d been angry at myself for saving last night, the one who ruined my favorite shirt, was now being introduced as my stepsister? What kind of twisted hell was today trying to put me through?
An alpha from another pack arrived and my father immediately excused himself with his new mate, the gold digger, to go welcome them.
“You!” I snapped at the figure standing before me. This time, the only thing I felt for her was pure hatred and disgust.
“Stay away from me, Zane Asher. I have no desire to speak with you,” she shot back, her tone sharp and unbothered as she turned to walk away.
I grabbed her wrist, halting her in her tracks. The audacity in her voice only fueled my anger.
“No one walks away while I’m still talking,” I growled. “Not without my permission.”
She said nothing for a moment, her eyes scanning me from head to toe, as if daring me. I straightened my suit, convinced she’d realized her place, a leech like her mother, both of them about to drain my family and compete with me for what’s mine.
“Since we’re clear on what this is, Amelia,” I continued coldly, “I want to remind you that you’re not welcome here. I don’t want you anywhere near me. I, Zane Asher, will never accept you as my stepsister. So stay out of my way.”
“I never said I would accept you as my stepbrother either,” she shot back instantly, her eyes blazing. “You’re not worth the hassle, Zane. What a shame.”
“What did you just say?” I snarled, dragging her back to face me again.
“You knew who I was last night when you kissed me, right?” I accused, my voice rising. “And on top of that, you ruined my expensive shirt without even apologizing or saying thank you. You—”
“Knew who you were?” she cut me off with a scoff. “Darling, please. If I’d known you were Zane Asher last night, I wouldn’t have kissed you even if my drink was spiked. As for your shirt, I didn’t ask you to play the hero. Send me your measurements and I’ll order another one to replace it.” Her tone was icy, her expression unreadable.
I froze for a second, caught off guard by her audacity. She wouldn’t have kissed me? Just who did she think she was?
“I didn’t ask you to replace the shirt with my father’s money, Amelia,” I snapped back. “The mating ceremony isn’t even over and you’re already acting high and mighty, spending money that doesn’t belong to you.”
“Excuse you?” she fired back, confusion and irritation flashing across her face but I wasn’t fooled.
“Oh, come on, Amelia. Drop the act. My shirt cost five grand. It’s a designer brand. Could you even afford that if you worked for a year straight?”
She faltered just for a second as disbelief crossed her features.
“Yes, Amelia,” I pressed, my tone cruel. “Hide your face. There’s no way you or your gold-digging mother could ever afford that, not even in years to come.”
“What did you just say?” she cut in sharply, her eyes narrowing.
“You heard me,” I barked. “You and your gold digging mother, leeching off people and families you don’t belong to… ”
The sound of her slap cut me off mid sentence. It echoed across the hall like a whip, drawing every pair of eyes toward us, including my father’s.
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, jaw tightening. This was bad. I’d just walked right into the kind of trouble I couldn’t talk my way out of.
Amelia’s pov
“You pathetic piece of shit!” Katie’s voice thundered across the hallway.
I had been walking when she deliberately tripped me. I stumbled, but instead of falling alone, I had pushed her cup of coffee and it slipped from her hand and spilled all over her. She had planned to humiliate me, but I wasn’t going down that road alone.
“You’ve been humiliating me all week, Katie. Ever since Maddox and I broke up, I’ve let it slide. But it’s enough. I’m fed up! Stop it already as it’s getting out of hand!” I snapped, my voice shaking with anger as I stood up amidst the stares.
I understood the twisted desire students had to humiliate others just to make themselves feel superior. Katie had always tried to make me her target when I first transferred here, but Maddox had shielded me back then. Now that protection was gone.
Ever since that night at the club when Maddox tried to trick me into sleeping with him and failed, everything had turned ugly. I broke up with him, but he went ahead and posted a video online pretending he was the one who dumped me. He made up lies to save his face. And since he was not only wealthy but also one of the Academy’s star hockey players, everyone believed him.
“Look who’s talking,” Katie sneered, turning to her minions. They burst into laughter like trained hyenas.
“The pathetic gold digger who clung to Maddox for status. How does it feel to be dumped?” one of them mocked.
“I never believed Maddox would pick a bumpkin like her anyway,” another girl added. “I told you all she was just a game to him.”
Laughter erupted again. Students gathered around, phones raised, recording my humiliation like it was a sport.
“All of you should just stay away from me, Katie, you and your little gang,” I said sharply. “I don’t have time for your childish nonsense and I’m not indulging any of you again.” I turned to leave.
“Is the wolfless omega giving us orders now?” Katie sneered and the laughter grew louder.
“What part of being a wolfless omega does she not understand?” another girl taunted.
“Omegas like her are only good for one thing which is serving,” Katie said with a cold smile. “No wonder Maddox dumped her after playing with her body like the toy she is.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but before a word could leave my lips, a commanding voice boomed through the hallway, cold and laced with steel enough to silence every single laugh.
“That’s enough.”
The air shifted immediately. I turned and froze. It was Zane.
Amelia POVWe crossed into Ashvale at half past ten.I knew the moment we did. Not from the road sign — the green county marker had been knocked sideways by something large and never righted, so it pointed at the tree line like an accusation — but from the feeling. A pressure shift, subtle and specific, the kind that happens when you move through a territorial boundary that’s been held by the same bloodline for a very long time.Old pack land. Old, and watchful, and not particularly interested in being entered.“You felt that,” Zane said. Not a question.“Yes.”He didn’t say anything else, but his hands adjusted on the wheel, and through the bond I caught the edge of his alertness sharpening. He’d felt it too. The territory was reading us.Sera had texted at nine: eastern boundary marker, blue mailbox, pull off before the bridge. I’m already here. Don’t be obvious about stopping.Zane found the bridge. Found the mailbox. Pulled the truck onto a narrow gravel shoulder behind a stand of
Zane POVI didn’t sleep.I lay in the dark for two hours staring at the ceiling of my room, running logistics through my head the way Coach Darren had taught me to run plays forward, backward, every angle until the gaps showed themselves. Who knew what. Who would move first. What we’d need and what we couldn’t afford to leave behind.At two in the morning I got up, pulled on a hoodie, and went down to the kitchen.Amelia was already there.She was sitting at the island with both hands wrapped around a mug, her hair loose, wearing an oversized sleep shirt that probably belonged to a previous semester’s hockey event pack giveaway. She looked up when I came in and didn’t say anything, which was one of the things about her I’d stopped trying to articulate. The way she never performed surprise. The way she just made room.I pulled out the stool across from her and sat.“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said.She considered the question seriously, the way she did everything. “I’m thinking a
Amelia POVThe paper was older than I expected.The edges had gone soft with handling, the kind of worn that happens when someone has folded and unfolded the same thing too many times in too many dark rooms. Sera smoothed it flat on the table with both hands, careful, like it might come apart if she wasn’t.I made myself look at it.The handwriting was small and precise, the letters slightly tilted to the left like the habit of someone who’d trained themselves to write quickly without being seen. A set of coordinates. A short string of what looked like reference numbers. And at the bottom, three words in a different ink, darker, written later:Don’t come alone.Zane read it over my shoulder. I felt him tense.“These coordinates,” he said. “That’s not Silverfang territory.”“No.” Sera refolded the paper along its original creases. “It’s Ashvale.”Of course it was.I sat back in my chair and let myself feel it for exactly three seconds, the vertigo, the absurdity, the low roar of someth
Zane POVThe name Ashvale sat in the room like something with weight.I’d heard it before, in the way you hear things growing up in a pack house — half-sentences cut short when adults noticed you were listening, map references in documents I wasn’t supposed to find. Ashvale. Small territory, old blood, the kind of place that kept its secrets in the soil.Sera hadn’t moved. She was still looking at her hands, her jaw tight, working through something she’d clearly been working through alone for a long time.“This supervisor,” I said carefully. “The one who mentored her. Do you know his name?”“Callum Vare.” She said it without hesitation, like she’d turned it over so many times it had worn smooth. “He ran the investigative unit for almost twenty years. Respected. Decorated. My mother trusted him completely.” A pause. “Right up until she didn’t.”Amelia shifted beside me. I felt the bond register something cold and quiet in her chest, the same thing I was feeling. The shape of a trap clo
"Where is it?" Zane asked."That's the problem." Sera's mouth pressed into a thin line. "She didn't tell me the location directly. She said the message could be intercepted, she'd been careful her whole life about that. So she gave me a reference instead. Something only I would understand." A pause. "She said the answer was in the place where she first learned to trust the wrong person."The silence stretched."That's not a location," I said carefully. "That's a memory.""I know. I've been working through it since I got that message eight months ago." Sera looked at her hands. "My mother grew up in Ashvale. Small pack, old families, the kind of place where everyone knows your business and nobody says it out loud. She trained as a detective there, the pack had a small investigative unit, more formal than most packs that size. She used to tell me about her supervisor. The man who mentored her, taught her the craft." A beat. "She said he was the best investigator she'd ever known and the
I didn't sleep.I tried. I lay in my room with the lights off and the storm finally quiet outside and I stared at the ceiling and listened to the mansion settle around me... the creak of old wood, the distant murmur of guards doing rounds, the occasional low exchange of voices somewhere below. All the sounds of a house that was pretending everything was normal while something underneath it had fundamentally shifted.At four in the morning I gave up, wrapped myself in the oversized sweater I'd stolen from the back of Zane's closet two weeks ago and never returned, and went downstairs.The kitchen was empty. I made tea I didn't particularly want and stood at the window above the sink, watching the pale pre-dawn light begin to separate the sky from the tree line. The grounds were still wet from the storm. The grass looked dark and flattened. Two guards moved along the south perimeter, their breath clouding in the cold air.We were being watched from the inside and the outside both, and t
The cages were not empty.I stood at the bottom of those concrete stairs with cold air pressing against my skin like a warning, and I counted them. Six cages, three on each side of the tunnel, stretching back into the flicker of dying fluorescent light. Most were empty. But in the very last one on
His alpha essence flooded the hallway like a wave, pressing down on everyone. The girls flinched and bowed their heads instinctively, most of them betas, a few gammas. They had little resistance to his dominance. I, standing at the bottom of the hierarchy as a wolfless omega, could barely breathe.
“Mom,” I whispered when she moved closer, pretending to fix the lace at my neckline. “You and I both know you don’t love the Alpha of SilverFang Pack. Whatever you claim to have for him is fake. You’re just after his money and you know it.”Her fingers twitched by her side, nails digging into her p
Another blow came before he could recover, then another. Each one harsher than the last. He stumbled back, trying to shift mid-motion, but a strong arm yanked him from behind, dragging him out of sight while he cursed and struggled.My rescuer turned toward me. His voice was deep, but laced with co







