Chanel’s POV

Even though the battle was over, the scent of blood still hung thick in the air. The packhouse halls bore the scars of the fight—injured warriors groaning, bodies being carried away.

Daniel was alive. Miranda was unharmed. And I had fought for my life alone.

I had no business saving him after that and had no reason to care whether he lived or died. But I refused to let the pack suffer because he was only prioritizing his precious mate.

So I called Kios.

The moment his voice echoed through the mind-link, my body relaxed, as if my wolf had already recognized where true strength belonged.

“Chanel, what happened?”

I swallowed the lingering anger in my throat. “Rogues attacked. There were too many. Daniel is injured, the pack is weakened, and I—” I paused, my fingers curling against my palm. “I need your warriors.”

There was a beat of silence. When he spoke again, his voice was calm, almost lazy. “Are you asking me to protect your former lover?”

My chest tightened. “I’m asking you to protect the pack. They are vulnerable, and if another attack comes, they won’t survive it.”

Kios hummed, as if weighing the situation, and then I heard the smirk in his voice. “You impress me, Chanel. You ask for my help, not for love, but for duty.”

“Are you sending them or not?”

A low chuckle rumbled through the link. “My warriors are already on their way.”

Even as dawn broke, the scent of blood lingered. Deathfang warriors arrived, moving like shadows through our lands. Our warriors tensed, uncertain if they were allies or a new threat. But Kios’s men carried themselves with absolute control, their sharp eyes sweeping every corner, hunting for danger.

Daniel, despite his injuries, pushed himself to his feet as he watched them spread through the territory. His face was pale, blood dried along his temple, but his expression darkened as he mindlinked me. “You called them here?”

I met his gaze from afar without flinching. “Yes.”

His jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing. “You let Kios’s pack walk onto our lands?”

“They’re here to keep you alive, Daniel. You should be thanking me.”

His nostrils flared as he stalked closer, his frame towering over me. "Why him, Chanel? Why Kios?"

I held my ground, lifting my chin. “Because he was the only one willing to help.”

His fingers curled into fists. “Do you trust him?”

“More than I trust you.”

His jaw clenched. "How do you even know him?"

I arched a brow, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an explanation. “Does it matter?”

His silence told me it did.

His expression darkened, but he said nothing. Without a word, he turned and retreated to his packhouse office.

—

Days passed, and Daniel healed quickly, but something had shifted between us.

He watched me more often now, his eyes following me when he thought I wasn’t looking. When we crossed paths, his shoulders tensed, and his mouth parted as if he wanted to speak, but he never did.

I didn’t give him a chance to reach for it. I had spent years waiting for Daniel to fight for me, and he never had. I would not waste another second hoping for what would never come.

I made sure he felt the distance between us. I stopped looking for him in a crowded room. I stopped acknowledging his presence when he entered. I no longer spoke his name with the softness I once did. I was polite, distant, indifferent.

When Kios arrived at the Luna’s party, the atmosphere shifted. Conversations faded, heads turned, and a silent acknowledgment rippled through the room. Clad in a dark suit tailored to perfection, he exuded effortless dominance. His silver eyes locked onto mine, making my breath hitch before he strode over. Without hesitation, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side.

"Among the women here, you look the most stunning tonight," he murmured. "You stand out even among royalty. I wonder if you even realize how much attention you command."

"Thank you," I whispered, faking a smile so the crowd could see.

Daniel saw it all. His gaze burned into me every time Kios leaned in, every time his fingers grazed my skin. He stood stiffly across the room, watching, seething, his hands clenched at his sides. For years, I had been his secret, his convenience. Now, I was standing beside a man who did not need to hide me. And Daniel hated it.

And it drove him insane.

That night, he cornered me in the empty corridor outside the ballroom.

"Is there something between you and Kios?" he demanded, his voice laced with something close to desperation.

I crossed my arms, tilting my head. "Are you jealous, Daniel?"

His jaw tightened, but he said nothing. His silence was louder than any answer he could have given.

I scoffed. "You don’t get to ask me that. Not after everything."

"I just need to know."

I met his gaze, unflinching. "Then you don't have the right to know anything about me."

Before I could turn away, Daniel grabbed me, his arms wrapping around me tightly. "I don’t want to lose you," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

I laughed, shoving at his chest, but he was strong. Too strong. I thrashed in his hold. "Let me go, Daniel. Are you not content with one woman? You are so greedy."

But he wasn’t listening. His grip tightened, his gaze intense as he searched my face. "Let’s get engaged at the full moon."

My heart twisted painfully in my chest.

I knew this was a trap. I knew Daniel too well—his sweet words, his smile, his desperation were all part of his game. He wanted to pull me back into his grasp, to crush me just to satisfy Miranda’s ego.

Tears burned my eyes, but I forced them back. I wanted to slap him, to tear him apart for thinking he could manipulate me again.

But if Daniel wanted to play a game, then I would play it better!

“But what about Miranda? Everyone knows that you two are the real mates. You have introduced her to the public, remember?”

Daniel shook his head, his grip tightened around me. “I don’t care, Chanel. I don't care about the world anymore. But I can’t let you go. God, I can’t even look at you with someone else. You are mine, always mine, understood?”

He was a big fat liar! My wolf growled, and I agreed.

I lifted my chin, my lips curling into a small, unreadable smile. "Then I want to be engaged to you."

Daniel seemed surprised at how quickly I accepted, but after a brief pause, he smiled, satisfied. "I can’t wait."

Daniel's arms were still wrapped around me when his body tensed. His hold on me loosened just slightly. A flicker of distraction crossed his face, as if he were suddenly somewhere else.

I knew that look. Someone was mind-linking him, and I already knew who it was.

"What is it?" I asked, tilting my head slightly, pretending I couldn't see right through him.

Daniel's jaw tightened, his fingers releasing me completely as he stepped back. "My Beta just informed me that some of the patrol teams need assistance. I should go check on them."

Liar. I knew it was Miranda. "Go, then. Your pack needs you." I nodded.

Daniel hesitated as if expecting me to push for the truth, but when I didn’t, he let out a quiet breath and turned away.

That night, when I returned home, I wasted no time.

I walked straight to my closet and pulled out everything Daniel had ever given me. Dresses, jewelry, little trinkets that once held meaning. Every gift he had used to keep me tied to him, to make me believe I was something special to him, now felt like nothing more than shackles.

I stuffed them all into a large bag and handed it to my omega, instructing her to deliver it to the local shelter. I wanted nothing to do with any of it.

As she left, my phone vibrated. I reached for it absentmindedly, expecting another meaningless message, but when I saw the notification, my breath caught in my throat.

It was a screenshot of a group chat.

Daniel’s name was there, along with a few of his closest friends. My vision blurred as I read the messages, and I had to control my hand to stop it from trembling.

"Just release it already, man."

"She deserves to be humiliated after what she did to Miranda then."

"She won’t be so confident once everyone sees what she’s been hiding."

And then Daniel’s reply, sitting there like a dagger waiting to be plunged into my back.

"Relax. I’ll send the slideshow soon."

I forced myself to inhale, steadying the fire in my chest. If Daniel thought he could destroy me, if he thought he could rip me apart and watch me crumble at his feet, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

Chanel’s POV

Hours earlier, Daniel had been flooding my phone with texts:

"Where are you?"

"I can’t wait to introduce you to the world."

I replied just enough to keep him from getting suspicious, playing along while secretly preparing for the storm I was about to unleash.

Now, sitting inside my family’s house, I smoothed my hands over the white gown I wore. My hair and makeup had been flawlessly done by an omega from the Deathfang Pack, making me look every bit the bride-to-be I was pretending to be.

My parents were already at the event, under the impression that Daniel was getting engaged to Miranda—which was true. But they had no idea of Daniel’s deeper scheme. He wasn’t just betraying me. He was setting my entire family up to fall.

What kind of Alpha did that?

I closed my eyes, steadying my breath.

And just like that, a memory from a few hours ago surfaced—warm and golden in contrast to the cold strategy of tonight.

---

Earlier that afternoon.

The Deathfang Pack’s great hall had been filled with thunderous howls and claps of joy. Warriors thumped their fists against their chests, omegas beamed with giddy smiles, and children danced barefoot across the polished floors.

Alpha Kios stood at the center of it all, his expression unreadable at first—until his eyes found mine.

Then he smiled. Not the usual smirk or the confident grin he wore like armor. This one was quieter, more reverent.

“My pack,” his voice echoed through the room, low and clear. “I have found my mate.”

The hall exploded in sound. Cheers shook the walls, and someone popped a bottle of sparkling wine in the corner.

“And soon,” Kios continued, his gaze never leaving mine, “you will have your Luna.”

My breath caught as his hand reached for mine across the space, ignoring protocol and stares. When I stepped forward, sliding my fingers into his, the world seemed to pause.

He brought my hand to his lips, pressing a slow kiss to the back of it.

“She’s fierce,” he said softly, speaking now only to me. “And smart. And I would tear the world apart before letting it hurt her again.”

The pack roared their approval, but it all faded into background noise.

For a few seconds, it was just him and me. His thumb brushed over my knuckles. His silver eyes flicked over my face—not devouring, but admiring. Committing every detail to memory.

I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. Something about that moment felt sacred. Like it wasn’t meant to be broken by words.

The warmth in my chest battled the walls I’d carefully built. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything. Not yet. Not when everything I cared about could still fall apart.

But Kios… he didn’t feel temporary.

And that terrified me.

Now…

A sudden commotion outside snapped me out of my thoughts. Snarls and growls filled the night air. The pack was under attack.

Before I could react, the door swung open, revealing Alpha Kios. My breath hitched. He looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored suit, exuding an effortless dominance that made the air feel heavier. His sharp silver eyes raked over me, and a smirk formed on his lips.

“How beautiful my bride is,” he murmured.

Heat crawled up my neck, but I shoved it down. There was no time for distractions. Revenge came first.

“Is everything ready?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.

Kios smirked, his confidence almost infuriating. “Just as we planned. Come on. Time is of great essence."

Without another word, we moved swiftly through the packhouse. Kios had ensured that Daniel was too busy fighting off the rogues to notice our intrusion. When we reached Daniel’s office, he stood guard by the door while I slipped inside. 

The office was dark, and the scent of Daniel still lingered in the air. My heart pounded in my ears as I scanned the room, searching for his phone. Papers were scattered across his desk, and drawers were slightly open, as if he had been in a rush before leaving.

I moved quickly, shoving aside files and knocking over a half-empty glass of whiskey. My fingers skimmed the edge of the desk until they found the phone from beneath a stack of documents.

The screen lit up as I turned it on. No password. Typical. Daniel was arrogant enough to think no one would ever touch his things. My stomach churned as I navigated to his gallery and saw the images filling the screen. Then, without hesitation, I pressed delete. The phone prompted me with a confirmation message. I tapped ‘delete all’ and watched as they vanished. Then I went to the recently deleted folder and did it again.

There. Now he had nothing.

Behind me, Kios chuckled. “You are taking your time, little wolf. We need to go.”

I turned, gripping the phone tighter. “Wait a moment.”

Kios sighed but leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching me with amusement and curiosity.

Flipping the camera on, I stared into the lens and hit record. My voice came out steady, sharp, and cold.

“Well, Daniel, everything’s over between us. This is the end of me being your freaking practice mate. I’m dumping you now. Good luck to you and to Miranda. You two deserve each other.”

I stopped the recording and sent it straight to his messages. A final goodbye. A nail in the coffin.

With that, I tossed the phone onto his desk, turned on my heel, and strode toward Kios. He raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.

“Finished?” he asked.

I pulled out my own phone, opened my contacts, and blocked Daniel. “Now I am.”

Kios let out a full, rich laugh. “I must say, Chanel, you are truly something else.”

I didn’t respond. I was already stepping past him, heading toward the exit with a sense of finality settling deep in my chest.

As we slipped back out, Kios placed a protective hand on my lower back, guiding me toward his car. His touch was steady, grounding. The moment we reached the vehicle, he mind-linked the rogues.

“Retreat, all of you!”

Suddenly, the snarls and growls vanished into the distance. The distraction had served its purpose.

“Did they hurt anyone?” I asked, worried.

“I’m not going to hurt my future pack.” Kios shook his head. “Now, time for the final act.”

Daniel’s POV

I sat back in my chair, swirling the whiskey in my glass, anticipation coiling in my gut. Any minute now, Chanel would walk into the engagement ceremony, oblivious to what was waiting for her. The moment I had been waiting for—the perfect humiliation.

The rogues had attacked earlier, but strangely, no one had been hurt. My warriors had reported nothing stolen, nothing destroyed. It didn’t make sense. Why attack if they weren’t going to do any real damage? My friends—bastards that they were—told me to ignore it.

“They just wanted to stir up some trouble,” one of them said lazily, taking a sip of his beer. “Don’t let it ruin the real show.”

“The real show,” I muttered under my breath, casting a glance at the large screen waiting behind the main stage. The slideshow of Chanel’s nude photos was already prepared. She had no idea what was coming.

“She actually thought you were going to announce her as your mate,” one of my friends scoffed, shaking his head. “What an idiot.”

“She’s a fool,” another added, laughing. “Her perfect little fantasy is about to come crashing down.”

“I say we release the slideshow now,” a third chimed in, tapping his fingers impatiently against his beer bottle. “Come on, Daniel. We’re all waiting. Let’s see her face when the whole pack watches her little secret.”

“Yeah,” another sneered. “It’s going to be the best entertainment of the night.”

“Daniel?” One of them clapped a hand on my shoulder, bringing me back. “Come on, let’s start it already. Release the slideshow.”

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I swallowed hard, pushing down the unease. Instead, I forced out a chuckle. “Not yet,” I said. “I want more footage to make her humiliation last longer.”

Before they could protest, the lights in the venue flickered and went out. Confused murmurs spread across the room. Then the screen lit up.

I frowned. This wasn’t part of the plan.

Then the screen displayed Chanel in her engagement gown—pristine white fabric hugging her form, making her look every bit the bride she was meant to be. She was breathtaking, but her expression was anything but soft. Her face was set in cold fury, her eyes burning with anger, and the backdrop behind her was in my office. Realization slammed into me. She had recorded this using my own damn phone.

“Well, Daniel, everything’s over between us. This is the end of me being your freaking practice mate. I’m dumping you now. Good luck to you and to Miranda. You two deserve each other.”

The room fell into stunned silence. My heart pounded violently against my ribs. What the hell?

I barely registered my friends’ reactions. Their jaws hung open, their faces draining of color. The pack members erupted into whispers.

“Did she just say ‘practice mate’?”

“She and Alpha Daniel were together?”

“How could we not know about this?”

I clenched my fists as my gaze darted toward Chanel’s parents. Their faces twisted in shock and confusion. I could practically hear their unspoken accusations. How could I have used their daughter like this? The humiliation I had planned for Chanel was suddenly my own.

Then, I turned to Miranda.

She stood frozen, her hands curled into fists, her entire body trembling with rage. Her face was an ugly shade of red, not with embarrassment but with fury. She glared daggers at me, demanding an explanation without uttering a single word. A sharp pulse pressed against my mind as she was trying to mind-link me. But I ignored it.

Instead, I grabbed my phone, fingers flying as I dialed Chanel’s number, but it didn't ring. It was like I was listening to a vacuum.

I tried again, and now it was thrown straight to voicemail.

No. No, no, no!

I pulled up our previous messages and pressed her contact name. My blood turned to ice when I saw the notification.

Blocked.

“What the hell?” I hissed under my breath. “Pick up the damn phone, Chanel.”

She was out of reach. She was gone!

Then, as if the universe wanted to drive the knife deeper, a notification popped up on my phone. The chime echoed through the room, followed by a collective gasp from the pack members. More notifications flooded in—everyone was receiving the same message.

Breaking News: Deathfang Alpha, Rios Cleverland, and Chanel Prim are about to get married now.

The words blurred before my eyes. My chest constricted, and something inside me snapped.

Chanel was marrying Alpha Kios?

The whiskey glass in my grip shattered, the shards embedding into my palm, but I barely felt the pain. A red haze clouded my vision as the room seemed to spin. My friends flinched back when I slammed my fist onto the table.

"This is a f*cking joke, right?" I snarled, glaring at everyone. "Tell me this is some sick prank!!"

"Daniel, calm down—" one of them started, but I was already moving.

"Back the hell off!" I kicked my chair back. My pulse roared in my ears as I lunged for the large screen, ready to rip it from the wall, as if destroying it would erase the words glaring back at me.

Strong arms grabbed me, trying to hold me back. "Daniel, stop! It's not worth it!"

I twisted violently, throwing them off me. "Not worth it? She was supposed to suffer! She was supposed to regret leaving me!"

My breath came hard and fast. My fingers twitched with the need to destroy something. How dare she?

And then, beneath my fury, guilt crept in. Had I pushed her straight into Kios’s arms?

No. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Chanel belonged to me!