Chapter 2: Stiletto
a joke!' The revelation stole her breath, leaving her speechless.
Her mind reeled—Karmen had always joked about wanting to be a werewolf so he could be her fated mate, a silly fantasy they had laughed about in school.
But that dreadful lie she heard made her already burnt chest tighten as if bound by a rough rope.
She could feel Varrel's fury in the way his black eyes darkened, lightning flickering through them—a clear sign of his wolf stirring within.
And in that moment, she ached for the wolf she never had.
Born into privilege, an Alpha's daughter who ruled the largest pack in the countryside, she had always been raised on a silver platter.
Yet tonight, the Obsidian Pack's eyes bore into her with thinly veiled scorn. Without her father's name and wealth, she was nothing—a wolfless outcast with a rebellious streak.
Lethia stepped towards Karmen, but three of Varrel's Betas shifted into their wolf forms, blocking her path.
"Karmen, look at me! Did we ever sleep together?" she asked.
Karmen turned, his face bruised and swollen, his temple mottled with purple. Lethia could only imagine what he had suffered.