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On our eighth anniversary,I found out I was pregnant.That same day,my phone buzzed with an alert from my mate’s car tracking app.His car had exploded. My stomach dropped.After eight years of being mated,four miscarriages,and countless nights spent crying myself to sleep,I finally had another chance to be a mother.But James wouldn’t be a part of it.Our pup would grow up without a father. But when I arrived at the GPS coordinates,there was no wreckage.Only James’s black BMW,tucked away in a deserted lot.Through the window,I saw him—my mate,the Alpha I adored—with his shirt open,his wolf's eyes glowing as he kissed my adopted sister,Mia. The betrayal was only the beginning. Hidden in the shadows,I heard the soul-crushing truth:My four"miscarriages"were no accident.James had been poisoning me with wolfsbane,murdering our unborn pups to harvest their wolf essence.He used the souls of my children to cure Mia’s infertility so she could carry his heir. "Olivia’s an idiot,"James laughed."She’ll walk away with nothing.She’ll end up as some pathetic rogue." He has a plan to destroy me:a pack gathering,silver-laced champagne to weaken my wolf,and a framed scandal to strip me of my dignity.He thinks I am a nameless,powerless Luna with no one to turn to. He’s wrong. James doesn’t know that I am the anonymous investor who saved his failing empire five years ago.Under my maiden name,Olivia Hale,I own fifty percent of his world.And I’m not just taking my money back—I’m taking his head. I’ve made the call he warned me never to make.I’ve reached out to the one man he fears—his most ruthless rival,Asher Storme,Alpha of the Northern Ridge Pack. "I want him destroyed,"I told him."Luna Grant,"Asher replied with a dark,predatory laugh,"you have my complete attention." James betrayed our bond and murdered our children.Now,I will join forces with his greatest enemy to tear his pack apart—and watch him lose everything! Olivia's POV On our eighth anniversary, I found out I was pregnant. That same day, my phone buzzed with an alert from my mate’s car tracking app. His car had exploded. My stomach dropped. Tears blurred my vision. "No... please, Moon Goddess, no." After eight years of being mated, four miscarriages, and countless nights spent crying myself to sleep, I finally had another chance to be a mother. But James wouldn't be a part of it. Our pup would grow up without a father. I refused to accept it. I tried reaching James several times through our mate bond, but it was blocked. It was a good sign, it meant he wasn’t dead, but something could still be very wrong. I called his phone several times, but no answer. The tracker showed that his phone was active across town. But the app insisted his car had exploded. None of it made sense. I grabbed my keys and drove. Minutes later, I spotted his black BMW parked in a deserted lot. It was untouched. No smoke, no damage. Relief flooded through me—the app must have malfunctioned again. It had done that before. Then I paused. Why was he here? Why had he blocked our mate bond? I stepped out quietly and moved closer, my wolf's hearing picking up sounds coming from the car. A woman's groan. A man's low groan. I froze, covering my mouth before I could gasp. My wolf howled in anguish inside my mind, but I forced her back. My mind screamed at me to turn back, to leave, to pretend I never came here, but my body refused to obey. Through the half-open window, I saw him—James with his shirt open, his wolf's eyes glowing in the darkness, and his fingers tangled in long dark hair as he kissed a woman's neck. Mia. My adopted sister. The air left my lungs. My chest caved in, but I didn't make a sound. I pressed myself against the side of the car, with my hand clamped over my mouth as silent tears ran down my face. James, the man I loved and had been mated to for eight years. And my adopted sister, the same person that James had claimed to despise because of how she had made my life a living hell. Just when I thought the worst had happened, James's phone rang. "Fuck," he muttered, voice hoarse. "Hold on." He answered with irritation. "What is it, healer?" A pause. Then he grinned, his eyes still gleaming. James ended the call and pulled Mia close as a genuine smile spread across his face. It was something I hadn't seen for years. "You're pregnant," he said softly. Mia gasped, her hands flying to her stomach. "Are you serious?" "Yes." He kissed her deeply. "And the healer said your womb is responding perfectly to the treatment. The wolf essence transfusions are working. One more test next week to confirm your womb is fully restored, and then we can finally start our family properly." Happy tears streamed down Mia's face. "Oh my Goddess. James, we're going to have a pup." "We are." He cradled her face in his hands. "You're going to be an amazing mother." My heart bled as my hand moved instinctively to my own stomach, where my pup was growing. Mia's smile faded slowly. "What about Olivia?" James's smile grew cold, his eyes flashing gold briefly. "You don't need to worry, baby. After next week's test shows you're healed, I won't need her anymore." My blood ran cold. What did that mean? "I still can't believe she never figured it out," Mia laughed. "You told her it was incompatibility between your wolves, and she believed you." "Olivia's an idiot," James said dismissively. "She signed every consent form I put in front of her without reading a single line. The experimental treatments, the wolf essence extractions, the terminations—she authorized all of it, thinking they were pack registration forms or whatever bullshit I told her." My legs threatened to give out, but I forced myself to stay still. I had to keep listening. "Those four pups," Mia murmured. "You really used their wolf essence to cure my womb?" "Every single one," James replied without remorse. "Different stages of development, different protocols. And it worked. You're cured, and you're carrying my pup." Mia giggled softly. "Thanks to Olivia's pups." My knees went weak, and I almost dropped to the floor. It became hard to breathe, and my ears rang. My vision blurred, and for a moment I thought I would lose consciousness. My wolf was screaming for vengeance. My four pups hadn't died from miscarriage—they had been murdered by their father, for my sister. Chapter 2 Olivia’s POV "All I had to do was slip wolfsbane extract into her meals to trigger early labour," James said, almost amused. "It would terminate the pregnancy naturally. Then I would tell her her body rejected the pup. She would cry, I would comfort her, and life would go on." My mind flashed back to each miscarriage. The pain. The blood. The white rooms in the pack clinic that I had come to hate. After each loss, Mia would show up at the pack clinic with broth. "I made this specially for you," she would say, her eyes full of fake tears. "I know how much you're hurting. I'm here for you, sis." She would stay the night, sleeping in the chair beside my bed, holding my hand whenever I woke up crying in pain. James would be there too, stroking my hair, whispering, "We'll try again. We'll have our pup. I promise." I had believed them both. My hands shook violently. I bit down harder on my palm to keep from screaming, my wolf clawing at my mind for vengeance. They had poisoned me four times with wolfsbane. "Are you really going to break the mate bond when my womb is cured?" Mia asked, her voice dripping with false concern. "Of course," James said casually. "Once the healer confirms the wolf essence treatments worked, I don't need to keep her around anymore." He paused, and I heard the smirk in his tone. "Then you and I can finally be together publicly. Become bonded forever." Mia's voice was breathy. "What about the pack and my family? What will they say?" James laughed coldly. "Your family that favours you over their own blood daughter? Please. They'll side with us. Her mother already told me she thinks Olivia is an embarrassment to the bloodline." The words cut through me like silver knives, because it was the truth. "Olivia already signed her five percent pack shares over to me years ago without realizing it," James continued. "She'll walk away with nothing. She has no friends, no pack support. After I break the bond, she'll have nothing and no one. She'll probably end up as some pathetic rogue." Mia furrowed her eyebrows. "How do you plan on doing that? The pack loves her." James chuckled coldly. "Next week, we'll throw a huge pack gathering to announce your pregnancy to everyone important—the pack’s business partners, your family, the Alpha Council, and other ally alphas." He continued. "Then I'll have silver-laced champagne ready for her. The silver will weaken her wolf enough that she won't remember anything. Halfway through the gathering, Harry will find her in one of the upstairs rooms with some wolves I hired." Mia gasped. "You're going to frame her?" "She'll be too drugged and silver-poisioned to know what's happening. Harry will make sure there are photos. By the end of the night, everyone will believe Olivia Grant betrayed her mate at a gathering celebrating her sister's pregnancy." "That's brilliant," Mia breathed. "Everyone will think she's the villian." "Exactly. Breaking the bond right there will be justified, and she'll get nothing." James's voice dripped with satisfaction. My heart pounded so hard I thought it would burst through my chest. My wolf snarled viciously in my mind. He was