Mira’s POV

Morning came, but it brought no warmth.

The sunlight filtered weakly through the blinds, barely touching me. My hands were still shaking—from the night before, from Elder Marcelle’s icy gaze, her threats, and that thick envelope sitting on the table like something rotten.

That money wasn’t help.

It was payment. For silence. For forgetting everything they took from me—my pride, my mother… everything.

I told myself that would be the last day I’d ever be near the Nightbane Pack. I’d show up to the yacht party, keep quiet, act like nothing was wrong—and by night, I’d disappear for good.

But things never go the way you plan.

When I reached the dock, the ocean stretched wide and endless, glinting under the sun. The Nightbane yacht stood tall and polished, shining like something untouchable.

Just like them.

Beautiful outside. Rotten underneath.

“Mira Delaine,” one of the guards said flatly. “You’re cleared. Go ahead.”

I gave a small nod and stepped onboard. Laughter echoed around me, glasses clinking, voices light and carefree. Expensive clothes, fake smiles.

And beneath it all—lies.

The moment I walked in, I felt it. Eyes on me. Whispers trailing behind.

“That’s her, right?”

“The omega who filed that case?”

“Why is she even here?”

I kept walking. I’d heard worse.

Then I saw him.

Theron stood near the railing, dressed in white and black, looking every bit the Alpha he was meant to be. His posture, his presence—unchanged.

But his eyes…

They passed over me like I wasn’t even there.

And next to him—

Irene.

Golden dress, perfect smile, every inch of her screaming elegance. If you didn’t know her, you’d think she was flawless.

She saw me. Of course she did.

Her lips curved slightly, something sharp hidden behind it. She leaned toward Theron, whispered something, and he just nodded, distracted.

Then she made her way to me.

“Well, look who decided to show up,” she said sweetly. “I thought you’d be too embarrassed after everything that happened with my future mother-in-law.”

I held her gaze. “I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

She let out a soft laugh. “Still pretending to be strong.” She leaned in closer, her perfume suffocating. “Do you ever think about your mother?”

My chest tightened. “Don’t go there.”

“Oh, I do,” she continued lightly. “I think about her a lot. Especially that night.”

My pulse spiked. “What do you mean?”

Her eyes gleamed. “The way she screamed before she fell.”

My breath hitched. “You—”

“I pushed her,” she said quietly, almost proudly. “She was in my way. You both were. I didn’t expect her to hit her head that hard… but accidents happen, right?”

Everything around me blurred.

“You killed her,” I said, my voice shaking. “That wasn’t an accident. You meant it.”

She tilted her head. “I thought you already figured that out.”

My hand moved before I could think.

Smack.

The sound rang out across the deck. Her head snapped to the side, a red mark blooming on her cheek. Gasps followed.

“Mira!”

Theron.

His voice froze me where I stood. He strode toward us, his presence heavy, suffocating. “What did you just do?”

“She admitted it!” I shot back, my chest rising and falling fast. “She killed my mother! She told me herself—”

Irene broke into tears and rushed into his arms. “That’s not true! She’s lying! She hates me because you chose me!”

He pulled her close, his glare cutting straight through me. “You dare lay a hand on the woman who saved me?”

“Saved you?” My voice cracked. “She’s a killer!”

“Enough!” His roar silenced the entire deck. “Mira Delaine, ever since you came into my pack, you’ve brought nothing but trouble. You’ve disrespected my mother, attacked Irene, and embarrassed me in front of everyone.”

“I saved you!” I shouted, tears finally spilling over. “You were dying when I found you! Everything you have now—you have because of me!”

He didn’t even react.

“You will apologize,” he said coldly.

I shook my head. “I won’t.”

His expression hardened. “Then you’ll face the consequences.”

A hollow laugh escaped me. “For what? Hitting the woman who murdered my mother?”

He turned to the others. “Each of you—two slaps. Let her learn what happens when she raises her hand against Irene.”

I stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”

“Do it.”

The first one stepped forward, hesitant.

Smack.

Then another.

Smack.

And another.

Each strike burned, but I didn’t fall. I wouldn’t give them that. My wolf raged inside me, desperate to fight back—but I held her down.

Irene watched it all, smiling faintly.

When it finally stopped, I was still standing. My face stung, my vision blurred—but I stayed upright.

Theron stepped closer. “Leave. Before I make you regret ever coming here.”

I met his eyes, steady despite everything. “I already regret ever knowing you.”

Then I turned away.

No hesitation. No looking back.

I walked off that yacht on my own, head high, even as everything inside me shattered. The sound of the waves crashing behind me felt almost like applause—for finally choosing myself.

When I reached the dock, I wiped the blood from my lip and whispered into the night, “Enjoy this while you can, Irene. One day, I’ll come back… and you’ll beg for the mercy my mother never got.”

That night, I packed what little I had.

The broken jade bracelet.

A few worn clothes.

And the letters Theron once wrote me—back when he still remembered how to love.

I left Nightbane behind.

And this time, I didn’t look back.

Theron’s POV

When I entered Mira’s room the next morning, it was empty. The faint scent of her still lingered in the air, vanilla and lavender, fading fast.

“Alpha,” one of the maids said softly, “she’s gone. Left before sunrise.”

I frowned. “Gone? She’ll come back. She’s just throwing a tantrum again. She won’t survive without me.”

But when I saw the small wooden box on the bed, my heart faltered. Inside were the letters I wrote her when I still lived as a nameless wolf with no memories in the woods. Promises of forever. Words filled with love and warmth.

Beside them lay the gifts I’d given her — the ring, the necklace I once said matched her eyes.

She really left. For good. Suddenly, all memories came crushing down.

“No…” I stummered. “Find her, quick!”

Mira’s POV

The plane’s hum was steady and low, a sound that could almost lull me to sleep if not for the ache in my chest. I leaned my head against the window, staring at the clouds, my reflection faintly visible in the glass. The farther we went, the smaller Nightbane territory became, and yet, it didn’t feel like I was leaving anything behind. It felt like I was running from ashes that no longer burned.

As the plane cut through the night sky, a fragment of memory slipped into my mind—one I hadn’t thought about in years.

I was small, maybe eight or nine, sitting on the wooden floor while my mother combed my hair. Her hands were gentle, her humming soft. The room smelled of herbs and smoke from the old lamp that flickered beside us.

“Mom,” I had asked, “why don’t I have a father like the other pups in the village?”

She went quiet for a moment, the comb pausing mid-stroke. Then she smiled faintly, though her eyes glistened. “Your father was a good man, Mira. His name was Neil Delaine Moonriver. He was supposed to marry someone else—someone from Thorndike Pack. He was meant to be the next Alpha of Moonriver Pack.”

I turned around, wide-eyed. “Then why didn’t he?”

“Because fate had other plans,” she said, her voice softer now. “He met me. And when he realized I was his fated mate, he didn’t care about the titles or anything anymore. He left everything behind to be with me.”

“Did he love you?”

She smiled again, tears escaping this time. “More than anything. But love doesn’t protect us from everything. Soon after you were born, he fell ill. No healer could explain why. He died when you were still a baby.”

I remember clutching her hand tightly. “Did they hate you for it?”

“They did,” she admitted quietly. “The Moonriver Pack thought I stole him. Your father’s family cut us off completely. I wanted to take you there, to at least let them know you exist, but we didn’t have the means.”

The comb moved slowly through my hair again. “One day,” she said, “when you’re strong enough, promise me you’ll find them. You deserve to know where you come from.”

Her words lingered in my head like an echo as I sat there on the plane. I closed my eyes and saw her smile again. I could almost feel her fingers in my hair.

But the warmth of that memory faded quickly, replaced by something bitter.

Because she never got justice. Because the woman who murdered her, Irene, was free. Because I had been forced to walk away. And because the man who once swore to protect me, Alpha Theron, had watched in silence.

I gripped the seat tightly, trying to keep my anger under control. My throat felt tight, my pulse hard and fast. I told myself that this wasn’t the end. That I would find a way to make every single one of them pay.

When the plane finally landed, the stewardess’ voice pulled me back to the present. I gathered my small bag and stepped out, the chill of early morning air biting against my skin. The Moonriver Pack territory was vast—mountains in the distance, dense woods surrounding the airfield, and tall fences guarded by wolves in uniform.

As I walked toward the gate, two guards in human form stopped me. Both were tall, alert, their scents unmistakably Moonriver.

“Name,” one of them said.

“Mira Delaine,” I replied. “I’m here to see your Alpha.”

The guard frowned slightly. “And what business do you have with Alpha Sirius?”

I hesitated for a moment, then said, “I’m the daughter of Neil Delaine Moonriver.”

The moment the name left my lips, both guards exchanged startled looks. One of them blinked, visibly thrown off. “Neil Delaine Moonriver?” he repeated. “You’re saying you’re his daughter?”

“Yes,” I said firmly.

They didn’t question me further. Instead, they lowered their heads slightly, signaling respect, and one of them spoke quietly into his earpiece. A few minutes later, a man with salt-and-pepper hair and a Beta’s insignia on his jacket approached.

“I’m Beta Darius,” he said. His tone was polite but cautious. “I heard… quite an interesting claim.”

“It’s not a claim,” I said. “It’s the truth. My father was Neil Delaine. My mother’s name was Jade.”

He blinked, his face shifting from disbelief to quiet realization. “Jade…” he murmured, as if testing the name. Then his eyes widened. “The omega from the borderlands. Spirits above.”

He looked at me more carefully now, studying my face. “You have his eyes,” he finally said. “Come. The Alpha needs to hear this himself.”

I followed him through the main gates, past long stone pathways and tall pines. The Moonriver Pack mansion stood at the heart of it all, a grand building of white stone and silver accents, the Moonriver crest carved above the doors. It felt strange, walking into a place that, by blood, should have been mine all along.

Inside, Beta Darius led me into a wide office. Behind the desk sat a man in his twenties, his presence unmistakably dominant. His aura filled the room, cold and heavy.

“Alpha Sirius,” Darius said respectfully, “this woman claims to be the daughter of your uncle, Neil Delaine Moonriver.”

Alpha Sirius looked up from his papers, his blue-gray eyes locking on me. “My father’s brother?” he asked, his voice even but edged.

“Yes,” I said quietly. “Your uncle.”

He stood slowly, examining me from head to toe. His expression gave nothing away, but there was something in his gaze—curiosity, perhaps, or disbelief.

“I see,” he finally said. “Then that would make you my cousin.”

I nodded once.

He leaned back slightly, arms crossing over his chest. “I heard rumors my uncle left everything for a woman outside the pack. I didn’t know there was a child.”

“There was,” I said. “Me.”

For a moment, silence stretched between us. Then, without another word, he gestured to Darius. “Find her a room. She’ll stay here until I decide what to do.”

His tone was distant, indifferent, but not cruel. I didn’t expect warmth anyway. Not from someone raised in the family that had turned their back on my father.

The room they gave me was simple but far more luxurious than anything I’d ever lived in. A proper bed, a window overlooking the forest, and shelves lined with old books. I sat on the edge of the mattress that night, staring at the Moonriver crest embroidered on the curtains.

So this was my father’s world.

I didn’t sleep much.

The next morning, Beta Darius came to fetch me. “The elders wish to speak with you,” he said.

He led me to a meeting hall where two older wolves sat at a long table. I recognized them instantly by resemblance. Elder Alex—Alpha Sirius’s father, the former Alpha—and beside him, his mate, Elder Eden. Both carried an air of authority that commanded silence.

Elder Alex spoke first. “So, you are Jade’s daughter.”

“Yes, Elder,” I said, keeping my tone respectful.

“We heard your story,” Elder Eden said softly. “But we’d like to hear it from you directly. Why have you come here now?”

I drew a breath and told them everything, how my mother raised me alone, how she told me about my father, how I met Theron, how Irene murdered my mother, how I was forced to walk away with nothing but ashes and pain.

When I finished, the room fell silent. Elder Alex exhaled heavily, looking at his mate. Elder Eden’s expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of sadness in her eyes.

“So,” Elder Alex finally said, “what do you intend to do now that you’re here?”

I lifted my chin slightly. “I want to regain the honor my mother lost. And I want revenge. I want every single one of them to pay for what they did.”

Elder Alex nodded slowly. “Revenge is a dangerous path, child.”

“I’ve already lost everything,” I said quietly. “I have nothing left to lose.”

For a moment, none of them spoke. Then Elder Eden leaned forward. “How old are you, Mira?”

“I’m twenty-four.”

Her brows furrowed slightly. Elder Alex turned to her, their eyes meeting for a long, weighted moment. Something unspoken passed between them.

Then Elder Eden’s gaze returned to me. “Didn’t your parents tell you?”

Mira’s POV

“Didn’t your parents tell you?” Elder Eden’s voice carried a strange calmness, the kind that only made my heart beat faster.

I blinked at her, confused. “Tell me… what?”

She and Elder Alex exchanged a look. Even Alpha Sirius, who had been leaning casually against the window frame, straightened at her words. The air in the room seemed to tighten.

Elder Eden folded her hands on the table. “Mira, your father, Neil Delaine Moonriver, he was a good man. But he made choices that defied our pack’s laws. You said he died of a mysterious illness, yes?”

I nodded slowly. “That’s what my mother told me. He was only twenty-five.”

Elder Alex sighed deeply, his tone firm but not unkind. “He didn’t die of illness. He died because he broke the Moonriver curse.”

My brows furrowed. “Curse?”

Eden nodded. “A curse placed on our bloodline generations ago by the witches of the Northern Coven. A witch swore vengeance and bound our family to a scroll. Since then, every firstborn of the Moonriver Alpha’s line must marry whomever that ancient scroll decrees. If they refuse, the curse takes their life on their twenty-fifth’s birthday.”

I stared at them, unable to speak for a moment. “That’s impossible.”

Alex’s eyes were grave. “We’ve buried too many to call it a superstition.”

Eden continued, her tone quiet but steady. “Your grandfather’s brother died at twenty-five. So did your father’s cousin. And then, your father himself. He refused to honor the scroll and marry the heir of Thorndike Pack. Instead, he chose your mother.”

The room felt smaller, as if the walls were closing in. “So you’re saying he died because he married my mother?”

“Yes,” Eden said softly. “He broke the pact. And the curse never forgets.”

I swallowed hard. My mother’s face flashed in my mind, her soft smile, her tired eyes, the way she used to hum to me at night. All this time, I thought my father’s death was a tragedy of fate, not punishment.

Elder Alex’s gaze met mine. “You are his only child, Mira. The curse follows blood, not distance. Which means it rests upon you now.”

I froze. My breath caught in my throat. “Me?”

“You are the daughter of Neil Delaine Moonriver,” he said. “And as his first and only offspring, the curse demands your obedience to the scroll.”

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. “You mean… if I don’t marry whoever that scroll dictates, I’ll die?”

Eden nodded once. “Yes. The moment you turn twenty-five.”

That afternoon, they came for me again—Alpha Sirius, Elder Alex, and Elder Eden. Their expressions were solemn, their footsteps echoing down the long corridor that led beneath the pack mansion. I followed them, unsure whether I was walking toward truth or doom.

The air grew colder as we descended. Torches flickered along the stone walls, casting long shadows. At the end of the tunnel stood a heavy steel door guarded by two sentries. Elder Alex pressed his palm to a carved emblem on the wall, and the door clicked open with a low hum.

Inside was a circular chamber illuminated by moonlight pouring from a narrow opening in the ceiling. In the center rested a stone pedestal, and on it lay a rolled parchment sealed with an old silver sigil.

“This is it,” Elder Eden said quietly. “The ancient scroll of the Moonriver line.”

I stepped closer. The air around it seemed to shimmer faintly, as if something unseen pulsed from within.

“Place your hand on it,” Elder Alex instructed. “The scroll responds to blood. It will reveal the pack your bond is tied to.”

I hesitated. “And if I don’t?”

He met my gaze. “Then you tempt the same fate your father did.”

For a moment, I stood there frozen. My mother’s voice echoed faintly in my head: He died of illness.

No—he died of a curse. A curse he chose by loving her.

My hand trembled as I reached out. The parchment was warm to the touch, almost alive. The moment my skin brushed its surface, silver light burst from the sigil, swirling around the chamber. The symbols began to rearrange, glowing brighter and brighter until a single name burned in the air before me.

THORNDIKE PACK.

I took a step back, heart pounding. “Thorndike,” I whispered. “The same pack my father was supposed to marry into.”

Elder Eden’s eyes closed briefly, as if she’d been expecting it. “It seems the curse hasn’t changed its mind.”

Elder Alex nodded grimly. “The witches bound our bloodline tightly. Since Neil Delaine defied his fate, the curse passed to you. The only way to survive beyond twenty-five is to fulfill what he did not, to marry into the Thorndike Pack.”

I felt a surge of panic. “But I don’t even know them. I don’t want to marry anyone. I just came here for justice, for my mother.”

Eden’s expression softened. “I understand, child. But vengeance is meaningless if you’re dead.”

Her words struck deep. I thought of my mother again, of how she lived her whole life in fear, alone, raising me with nothing but faith. If I died at twenty-five, everything she’d endured, everything I’d survived, would mean nothing.

“I want to live,” I said finally. My voice came out steady. “If marrying into Thorndike Pack is what it takes, then so be it. I’ll do it.”

Elder Alex nodded once, solemnly. “Then the curse will spare you. You’ve chosen life.”

Alpha Sirius, who had remained silent throughout most of it, finally spoke. “Very well,” he said. “I’ll contact the Alpha of Thorndike Pack myself. They’ll be informed of the scroll’s decree.”