His Silent Omega: The Hidden Luna's Ruthless Defiance

Adeline POV:

I parked my car at the scenic viewpoint of the cross-sea bridge. The howling night wind couldn't blow away the sickening afterglow of that man's climax, still pulsing faintly through the mate bond.

This disgusting sensation slithered through my veins like a venomous snake.

I closed my eyes and delved deep within. In the depths of my mental sea, the golden cord connecting my soul to Elliott's was flashing with a blinding light.

"Lyra," I called out coldly in my mind.

Accompanied by an earth-shattering wolf howl, the extreme freezing power of the ancient white wolf erupted instantly. I didn't try to pull or tug at the bond; instead, I mobilized this overwhelming power, turning it into absolute zero ice, and violently backlashed it along the cord!

Crack—

The bond, a symbol of submission and control, was completely and unilaterally frozen solid. I forcibly stripped his scent and his senses from my world, the way one cuts away dead tissue so the wound can finally close.

I picked up the phone again. The number I had dialed earlier was finally answered.

"Who the hell is this?" Sloane's voice was a gravelly, sleep-filled growl. "This better be a life-or-death emergency, or I'm billing you at triple my usual rate for waking me up."

Sloane Hayes (Shark).

Sloane had been my friend in college, before I became Adeline Carlisle. She was brilliant, ruthless, and had the sharpest tongue of anyone I'd ever met. Now, she was the most feared, and most expensive, divorce attorney in Northgate City.

"Sloane," I said, my own voice eerily calm. "It's me. Adeline Carey."

There was a three-second pause on the other end. I could almost hear the gears turning in her brain.

"Addie?" Her voice was suddenly wide awake, laced with disbelief. "Four years. Four years and not a single call, and now you call me at this hour. I thought you'd forgotten all about us poor people after you married into the Carlisle family?"

I ignored the question's accuracy. There was no time.

"I want to file for a Rejection."

"What?!" Sloane's voice sharpened instantly, all traces of sleep vanishing. "You want to Reject the Carlisle Alpha? Are you out of your goddamn mind? The Council of Elders will never allow an Omega to initiate a Rejection!"

"He cheated. With his secretary. On my marital bed," I stated, my tone as flat as if I were discussing the weather. "And, I already have the HD video of their climax."

I heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end, followed by a low curse: "That son of a bitch."

"I don't need your comfort, Sloane. I need you to be the most ruthless shark you can be." I stared at the distant city skyline, murderous intent filling my eyes. "I don't just want a divorce. I want him stripped of everything. I want to tear off his hypocritical skin, and I want his entire family's empire to burn to the ground for what he did with his lower half. Can you do that?"

Sloane was silent for a moment. Then, I heard a chilling, low chuckle. It was the thrill of a shark smelling blood in the water.

"I absolutely love the new you, Addie. Tomorrow morning at nine sharp, bring your nuclear weapon to my office," Sloane's professional instincts fully awakened.

Hanging up the phone, I started the car engine again.

Tonight, I was absolutely not going back to that nauseating Pack House.

I turned the car around and drove toward the bustling heart of the city. A sleek, anonymous skyscraper stood tall in the night. I swiped a black card—one that only I in the entire world possessed—and drove into the ultra-exclusive private underground garage.

The elevator took me straight to the top. The doors opened to reveal a priceless, luxurious penthouse apartment. This was a property I had bought in full using an overseas shell corporation years ago. The entire Carlisle family knew nothing about it.

They thought I was just a dependent, clinging vine of an Omega, assuming the Carlisle family even had to pay for my art classes.

Little did they know, long before I married Elliott, I had already built my own business empire.

I walked up to the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the brilliantly illuminated city below.

Elliott, you think you're in control of everything?

Enjoy your last peaceful night. Because tomorrow, when the sun rises, your hell begins.