After His Mistress Poisoned Me, My True Mate Found Me

I was trapped in that stifling, windowless room for days before the deadbolt finally clicked open. I braced myself on the scratchy mattress, expecting Beta Marcus with another tray of pity-laced scraps, or Charles returning to enforce his suffocating Alpha command.

Instead, the heavy oak door swung open to reveal a pair of pristine white stilettos.

Arielle stepped into the dim light. She held a silver tray bearing a bowl of steaming soup. Her golden hair was perfectly styled, her skin glowing—a stark, mocking contrast to my matted hair and hollow cheeks.

"Poor little Luna," she cooed, kicking the door shut behind her with a soft click.

She set the tray on the small console table. Then, she reached into the pocket of her designer cardigan and pulled out a small glass vial filled with a murky, amber liquid.

Deep within my mind, my inner wolf, Selene, let out a weak, raspy growl. *Poison.*

"What is that?" I croaked, my throat raw from days of silent weeping.

Arielle smiled, a sickly sweet expression that didn't reach her cold eyes. She uncorked the vial. Right in front of me, she poured the liquid into the soup. It hissed slightly upon hitting the hot broth, emitting a faint, bitter, metallic odor that made my stomach churn.

"Just your daily vitamins, Claire," she purred. "You’ve been taking them for years. Did you really think Charles was the only one making sure you never had a pup?"

My blood ran cold. The room seemed to tilt on its axis. "You..."

"I’ve been spiking your meals since the day I arrived at the Blood Moon pack," she whispered, leaning down so her vanilla-laced scent choked the air from my lungs. "Wolf-bane and suppressants. A special, slow-acting blend from my... friends. It keeps your pathetic wolf too weak to shift, too weak to fight back, and far too weak to breed."

She pushed the bowl toward the edge of the table. "Eat up. Charles will be so disappointed if you starve to death before he's done with you."

I lunged forward with the last ounce of my strength and shoved the tray. The ceramic bowl shattered against the wall, sending hot broth and amber poison splashing across her expensive shoes. Arielle merely laughed—a high, grating sound that scraped against my eardrums—and turned on her heel.

"Suit yourself, Claire. But you'll eat it eventually."

Three weeks bled into one continuous, agonizing nightmare.

I survived on the meager, unspiked bread crusts Marcus managed to sneak in when the guards weren't looking, but my body was a hollow, trembling shell. My collarbones jutted sharply against my pale skin. Selene was nothing but a flickering candle in the back of my mind, fighting a desperate battle just to keep our heart beating.

Then came the storm.

Thunder rattled the stone walls of my prison, masking the sound of the lock sliding back. Charles stood in the doorway. He wore a heavy black raincoat, raindrops clinging to his broad shoulders. He tossed a set of car keys onto my mattress, followed by a thick, sealed manila envelope.

"Get up," he commanded. His Alpha tone was a physical weight, forcing my trembling legs to obey and stand.

"What is this?" I asked, clutching the envelope to my chest to hide my shaking hands.

"A test of loyalty," Charles said coldly, his eyes sweeping over my frail form with blatant disgust. "Take these confidential documents to the northern border outpost. Hand them directly to the patrol Alpha. If you do this without trying to run, I might consider giving you the run of the pack house again."

I looked at the windowless wall. The storm outside sounded like the wrath of the Moon Goddess herself, wind howling like a dying beast. "In this weather?"

"It's a simple drive, Claire. Unless you're too weak even for that."

I knew it was a setup. Charles never gave second chances, and he certainly didn't trust me with pack secrets. But it was also an open door. If I had the keys to a vehicle, I had a chance to escape.

Twenty minutes later, the rain was a solid, blinding gray sheet against the windshield of the old pack SUV. The wipers thrashed frantically, barely clearing the glass as I navigated the treacherous, winding cliffside road that led to the northern border. Mud and loose rocks slipped down the steep embankments, slicking the asphalt.

Inside my head, Selene paced frantically. *Danger,* she whimpered, her voice fragile and laced with panic. *Turn back, Claire. Trap.*

"I can't," I whispered, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. "We have to get out of the territory. We just have to push through."

But my reflexes were entirely shot. The years of poison and the trauma of the miscarriage had left my muscles trembling and my vision blurred.

As I rounded a sharp, blind bend, high beams suddenly flared in my rearview mirror. A massive, lifted black truck surged out of the darkness. It didn't have pack plates.

Rogues.

*Arielle's friends,* I realized with a jolt of pure, paralyzing terror. She hadn't sent me to the border to test my loyalty. She had sent me out here to eliminate me permanently, with Charles's unwitting—or perhaps willing—help.

The truck accelerated with a deafening roar, slamming violently into my rear bumper. The SUV lurched forward. I screamed, slamming my foot on the gas, but the wet tires spun uselessly on the slick asphalt.

Suddenly, another set of headlights blinded me from the front. A second rogue truck had parked sideways, completely blocking the narrow road ahead.

I slammed on the brakes. The tires locked, screaming against the wet road. The SUV spun out of control, sliding sideways toward the crumbling edge of the cliff.

The first truck didn't stop. It rammed into my passenger side with the devastating force of a wrecking ball. Metal shrieked and twisted. The passenger window exploded inward, showering me in sharp, biting shards of glass.

The world tilted violently.

The metal guardrail snapped like a dry twig under the weight of the SUV. For one terrifying, weightless second, the car hung in the air above the gaping, black ravine.

Then, gravity took hold.

We plummeted into the dark abyss. The last thing I heard before the devastating, crushing impact of the rocks below was Selene's final, desperate howl fading into the storm.