"I am a disgrace to the Silvermoon Pack?"
Sienna's pupils trembled violently.
Her shoulders slumped under the weight of utter despair, and her eyes burned a frantic, watery red.
As a low-ranking Omega, the agony of having her Mate Bond unilaterally rejected was a pain that felt like her soul was being shredded.
"Alpha Silas," she choked out, her voice trembling with accusation. "I have served as your Chief Secretary for five years. I have been meticulous, dedicated, and flawless. And now, simply because I seek to leave, I am a disgrace to this territory?"
Looking into Silas's cold, amber eyes—eyes devoid of even a spark of warmth—Sienna instinctively took a step forward.
Like a drowning woman reaching for a final straw, she clutched the sleeve of his tailored suit.
"Tell me the truth, Silas," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Silas merely looked down at her with chilling indifference. Without a shred of mercy, he flicked his arm, throwing her hand off.
A wave of suffocating Alpha pressure erupted from him with the movement. Caught off guard, Sienna lost her balance and crashed heavily onto the cold, hard floor.
Standing nearby, Victoria's eyes flickered with a triumphant light, though she quickly masked it with a veil of fake sympathy.
She leaned down, feigning the grace of a high-ranking female wolf. "Sienna... are you alright?"
"Don't touch her." Silas's voice was as sharp as an arctic gale. He looked down at the fallen Sienna, his gaze filled with nothing but revulsion. "Be careful, Victoria. Don't let the scent of another Alpha stain your hands. She's already filthy enough."
The words were a final execution, crushing what was left of Sienna's heart into dust. So that's it, she thought bitterly. In the eyes of the noble Lycan King, an Omega who has been touched by another Alpha is nothing but trash to be discarded.
Silas leaned over, his massive, predatory frame looming over her like a dark god.
He leaned close to her ear, his voice a lethal, private whisper: "Sienna, this is the price for daring to break our bond and leave my territory."
With that, he straightened up and turned away, leading Victoria out of the hallway without a single backward glance.
Watching their retreating figures, Alpha Lucian of the Bloodfang Pack let out a savage, mocking laugh.
He strode forward, his fangs glinting with bloodthirsty excitement.
"Don't bother looking, Sienna. Your Alpha has completely abandoned you," Lucian sneered. "Now, it's time you and I settle our tab for that little lie you told earlier."
"Get away from me!" Sienna hissed through gritted teeth.
Slap!
Lucian delivered a stinging blow to her face without hesitation.
His violent Alpha aura surged, instantly paralyzing her. "A lowly Omega shouldn't overrate herself. Know your place!"
Later, in a dim, shadowed hotel suite, Lucian dragged Sienna like a soulless doll, throwing her onto the massive bed.
Sienna lay there like a pool of stagnant water, her eyes vacant.
Facing the frenzied rival Alpha, she didn't even struggle. In Silas's heart, I am already dirty, she thought. If so, what does it matter if this lowly Omega shell is destroyed?
Lucian snarled, tearing at her clothes as he leaned down.
But as his metallic, blood-scented pheromones drew closer, a wave of nausea surged in Sienna's stomach.
The sheer revulsion snapped her back to her senses.
With a sudden burst of strength, she shoved Lucian's chest away.
"Sienna, stop wasting your breath! Tonight, I make you mine!" Lucian roared.
Sienna slowly sat up, smoothing her torn collar.
Her pale face settled into a chilling calm.
"Alpha Lucian," she said, staring directly into his crimson eyes. "Even if you mark me by force, all you'll get is a discarded piece of trash that Silas didn't want. To a proud King like you, is that truly a victory?"
"So what? As long as it humiliates Silas, I don't care," Lucian snorted.
"But if you let me go, I can be the sharpest blade you have against Silvermoon." Sienna took a deep breath, throwing out a gamble that could upend their world. "I can help you get the pureblood Lady Zelda, and I can help you swallow the entire Silvermoon territory."
At the mention of Zelda's name, Lucian's violence froze. He lunged forward, his massive hand clamping around Sienna's neck, hoisting her into the air.
"Trying to play me again? You cunning bitch!" Lucian's claws grazed her skin. "What could a lowly Omega exiled from her pack possibly do?"
Sienna's face turned red from the lack of oxygen, but her gaze remained as hard as an arctic glacier.
"I can... help you topple the Lycan King," she gasped out, a cruel smile curling her lips. "Because I know every single one of Alpha Silas's lethal secrets."