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Chapter 2

  • Camellia's POV
  • The pain faded, leaving me slumped in the corner of my bedroom. My clothes stuck to me like second skin, drenched in cold sweat.
  • No amount of mental gymnastics could change the brutal truth.
  • Those handwritten words from the business card burned behind my eyelids like acid.
  • Betrayal turned my blood to icewater.
  • I was the Alpha's daughter of Shadowfang Pack.
  • My arranged marriage to Esmond from Ironclaw Pack had been strictly political - two powerful werewolf packs merging through their heirs.
  • As the Alpha's daughter, my marriage was a tool to strengthen our pack.
  • Elite education, zero freedom.
  • The perfect future Luna candidate.
  • That's why Alpha Drogo chose me as the mate for his son.
  • He wanted me to support Esmond when he took over as the Alpha.
  • We weren't supposed to feel anything. But after the mating ceremony's temporary mark... something shifted. The bond made me care. And now this?
  • I couldn't believe he would betray me.
  • The dam holding back my emotions burst, and anger made my blood boil.
  • "Let me out," Lyra growled in my mind.
  • I loosened my grip on my consciousness. A surge of power coursed through me.
  • My bones cracked as fur erupted across my skin, and my claws and teeth sharpened.
  • I endured the pain. With a series of crisp bone movements, I fully shifted.
  • I shook my body, then I leaped from the bedroom windowsill with a powerful push from my hind legs.
  • I sprinted toward the Shadow Forest on the border of the Ironclaw Pack's territory.
  • The ground blurred beneath my paws as branches and thorns scraped my fur, but I didn't care.
  • I just knew I had to keep running until I'd burned off all my pain and rage.
  • Then a familiar voice echoed in my mind.
  • "Cam? Where the hell are you?"
  • Eugenia's voice pinged through mind-link. She's been my best friend since transferring to Ironclaw territory. She always knew when shit went sideways.
  • "I sense you crossing Ironclaw's border. What happened?"
  • "Esmond cheated," I mind-linked back, still barreling through pines.
  • "F*cking asshat!" She paused for a moment. "Stop running. I'm coming."
  • Before long, I saw Eugenia's figure approaching through the dense forest.
  • By then, I was exhausted and had shifted back to human form.
  • When she found me under an oak tree, I looked like roadkill.
  • The dead branches on the ground pricked my skin, but I was numb to the pain.
  • Eugenia tossed me a slinky red dress from her car. "Put this on. We're doing human therapy."
  • Maybe she was right. I put it on and followed her out of the forest.
  • The neon sign of The Howler Bar blinked as we pulled up.
  • I grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the table and downed it in one go.
  • The liquor burned my throat first, then my stomach.
  • I never drank. I had no idea how to face my dad. I was supposed to be a proud Luna, but Esmond ruined it all.
  • Soon, I polished off two bottles of whiskey. My vision started to blur.
  • Next thing I knew, I woke up in some hotel bed that smelled like cheap air freshener.
  • My phone buzzed.
  • Eugenia's texts lit up the screen.
  • [Hey babe, you were trashed so I got you a room.]
  • I struggled to type back.
  • [I'm awake now.]
  • [Don't be sad. I never liked him anyway. You'll be better off without him. Hold on, I gotta send a quick message.]
  • I put my phone down. I looked at myself in the mirror.
  • My long, curly brown hair fell over my shoulders, my skin was pale, and my lips were red. I glanced down at the red dress clinging to my body, stood up, and swayed a little.
  • Why didn't Esmond care about me?
  • My phone buzzed again.
  • [BTW ordered you some dessert ;) Room 520. Six-pack abs, golden retriever energy. Go wild.]
  • Normally, I'd nope out.
  • But whiskey courage had me replying back.
  • [k.]
  • I stumbled down the hallway and found the door of 520 stood ajar.
  • Curious about what he looked like, I pushed the door open wider and peeked in.
  • The room was dark. Moonlight outlined a broad-shouldered silhouette against the windows.
  • I could just make out a tall figure. He was a foot taller than me, with a muscular build.
  • I smiled. My fingers traced rock-hard abs under his unbuttoned shirt.
  • He smelled like cedar and trouble.
  • "Earn your paycheck, pretty boy," I slurred, pushing him backward.
  • His golden hair glinted as we crashed onto the bed.