The Billionaire Alpha's Forsaken Wolfless Luna

Cecily POV:

The days in the hospital blurred into a monotonous routine of pain medication and physical therapy. On the surface, I was the perfect patient—weak, compliant, recovering from a traumatic accident.

Inside, I was a general planning a war.

For the first few days, I could barely lift my head from the pillow. The morphine made everything feel distant and dreamlike, but beneath the haze, a cold clarity was taking shape. Between the nurses' rounds and the aching silence of the night, I forced my swollen fingers to find the screen of my tablet. Each tap sent a dull spike of pain through my ribs, but I had learned long ago that pain could be endured when the alternative was death. In those stolen, drug-numbed hours, I researched, transferred assets, and set up firewalls. Caden had no idea that our joint accounts were being systematically drained into offshore entities only I could control. He thought I was too broken to notice.

One morning, a notification pinged on my phone. It was an official alert from the Sterling pack's internal network, sent to all members.

Official Announcement: The records of Seraphina Sterling and her daughter, Ava Sterling, have been formally transferred to the Alpha Estate residential file.

It was a public declaration. A quiet coup. Without formally naming her Luna, Caden had given her the status of the lady of the manor. He was testing the waters, seeing how the pack—and how I—would react.

I stared at the cold, digital text. I felt nothing. No anger, no pain. I simply took a screenshot and saved it to my evidence folder, right next to the video from Miami.

That afternoon, the happy family came to visit.

Caden pushed the door open, a strained smile on his face. Seraphina glided in behind him, holding Ava's hand. They brought a ridiculously large bouquet of lilies, their cloying scent filling the sterile room.

"Cecily, darling," Seraphina cooed, her eyes full of fake sympathy. "We were so worried."

Ava, upon seeing me, immediately burst into tears and hid behind Caden's legs.

Caden's brow furrowed in annoyance. He looked at me, his eyes cold. "Your emotions are all over the place. You're scaring her."

The blame, as always, was laid at my feet.

Seraphina knelt to comfort her daughter, her movements fluid and graceful. As she did, her wrist caught the light. A river of diamonds glittered, blindingly bright. The bracelet was a new addition, ostentatious and clearly expensive.

My gaze lingered on it for a single, calculated second.

Seraphina noticed immediately. A triumphant smirk flickered across her lips before she masked it with a blush of feigned modesty. She stroked the diamonds lovingly.

"Oh, this? Do you like it?" she asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "Caden insisted on getting it for me. A little reward, he said, for all the stress I've been under."

She looked up at Caden, her eyes wide and adoring. He didn't deny it. He just stood there, a silent endorsement of her prize, his utter disregard for my feelings a palpable force in the room.

I looked from her smug face to his indifferent one. It was all a performance, a clumsy, pathetic play designed to wound me. They expected tears. They expected a scene.

I gave them a smile instead.

It was a small, quiet thing, but it made them both shift uncomfortably.

"It's beautiful," I said, my voice soft. "Caden's taste is as impeccable as ever."

My placid reaction threw them off. The power dynamic they had tried to establish crumbled. They stayed for another ten minutes, making awkward small talk, before leaving with a still-sniffling Ava.

The moment the door clicked shut, my smile vanished.

I picked up my tablet. During their visit, I had managed to take a few discreet photos. I pulled up the clearest shot of the bracelet and ran it through an image recognition app I'd designed myself.

Within seconds, I had a match. A limited-edition piece from Graff. The price tag made my breath hitch: six hundred thousand dollars.

My fingers flew across the screen, pulling up another file. It was the latest version of the Sterling Group's financial prospectus, the one they were using for their IPO roadshow. Then I opened the partnership agreement between Dalton Pharmaceuticals and the Sterling Group.

I knew the contract by heart. I had spent weeks negotiating it.

And I knew exactly what I was looking for.

Clause 11, Section B, Subsection 4: Behavioral Covenants during the Pre-IPO Quiet Period.

It was a clause I had insisted on, a standard bit of corporate governance. It explicitly forbade any core executives or their immediate family from engaging in any large-scale luxury transactions or any personal conduct that could be perceived by the public or regulatory bodies as unstable or scandalous.

Caden had clearly forgotten. Or, more likely, he never thought I'd have the nerve to use it against him.

I placed the screenshot of the bracelet, its price tag clearly visible, next to the screenshot of the pack announcement moving his mistress and illegitimate child into the Alpha estate.

It was a perfect, self-contained bomb.

I didn't need to scream or cry. I didn't need to fight for his affection.

I would make him choke on his own grand gestures. I would make him personally snatch that glittering trophy from his lover's wrist.

I picked up my phone and dialed his direct line. It was time to remind him who he was married to.