Chapter 3

My mother sensed immediately that something was wrong and pulled me into her arms.

"Opal, what happened?"

I glanced at the servants in the room and forced my emotions down. "There are too many people here."

My father dismissed all the attendants.

Once every servant had left, I told them everything that had happened in the Crimson Blaze Pack.

At the mention of Sophia's name, my father frowned.

"Sophia? Is her father named Mario?"

My mother's eyes lit up with recognition. "Mario, the driver who works for you?"

So that was it. I couldn't help but laugh.

Sophia wasn't the Werewolf Council chairman's daughter at all. Her father was just one of several drivers who worked for mine.

Mario had only been hired two years ago, so he'd never met me.

Besides driving for my father, he was also tasked with handling our family's discarded luxury items.

As for Sophia's so-called moonstones and lunar crystals, they'd almost certainly been stolen from our household.

My father slammed his palm on the table. "A driver's daughter, pretending to be the chairman's? I'm calling the Council right now!"

I quickly stopped him.

The Blackstone Pack had an age-old tradition.

To become the next Alpha, one had to live alone in an unfamiliar pack for three years, disguised as an Omega.

Only by experiencing life as the weakest could one earn the right to lead the pack.

For the past three years, I'd been undergoing my trial in the Crimson Blaze Pack.

If I went after my so-called "friends" the moment my trial ended...

...it would only invite unnecessary gossip.

I laid out my plan.

I wanted them to throw away their last chance at survival on their own, and then watch the power they worshipped crumble to nothing.

That way, when they fell into ruin, not a single stain would land on me.

My father smiled when I finished. "Good. Now that's my daughter."

My mother reminded me, still worried. "Opal, even though you've always been a Blackstone member, you did transfer your registration to Crimson Blaze three years ago. The proper procedures still need to be followed. Have you entered your screening results into the system?"

"Don't worry, Mom. I took care of it ages ago."

I pulled up the Werewolf Council's system to show them.

When they saw the "Screening Passed" status, they finally relaxed.

After all that, I pulled out a second phone.

The Crimson Blaze group chat already had over a hundred messages.

The pack Elder was repeatedly warning all the young wolves.

"The screening window closes in one month. Any wolf who hasn't completed the genetic screening will lose their chance to join the Blackstone Pack."

"Do not trust any private promises. Everyone must complete the genetic screening."

Nobody responded.

But in another group chat, one without the Elder, the conversation was blowing up.

They were all mocking the Elder for being a coward.

"Sophia already promised us. Why bother with the blood draw?"

"After they take blood from your heart, you're weak for at least two weeks. No way I'm going through that."

"Those idiots are still worrying about whether they carry the aggression gene, while we're already Blackstone members."

Silas chimed in.

"Only nobodies with no connections have to follow the rules."

The next moment, Sophia sent a photo of the Werewolf Council's Silver Moon Tower.

"I'm already here to see my father. Don't worry."

"Before the deadline, I'll get all your names on the exemption list."

The group chat exploded with gratitude.

I scoffed and closed the chat.

The more arrogant they got, the better it suited me. Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad.

All I had to do now was sit back at the Alpha's estate and wait.