I adjusted my enchanted satchel and met his gaze. “You know what’s pathetic, Axton? A male who had to claw after his own assistant because he couldn’t stand being outmatched in rank, strength, or mind.”
I flicked my eyes to Vanya. “Enjoy the leftovers, Vanya. Just remember—he betrayed the last female too.”
Both of them paled. I walked past without another glance, pushing open the heavy warded doors.
I settled across from the Pack Envoy while Axton and Vanya slunk into the chamber. The rite progressed quickly—seals exchanged, bonds dissolved.
My envoy had prepared every clause perfectly. Axton had no room to challenge anything.
“Well, that’s done.” Axton leaned back, unfastening his collar. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone, Isolde. While I’m living my true life with Vanya, you’ll be alone in that cold ancestral manor of yours.”
I gathered my documents, sliding them into my case.
“The only thing I’ll miss,” I said smoothly, “is the five years I wasted believing you were worthy.”
“You ungrateful shrew.” His lips curled. “I gave you a normal wolf’s life—far from your pack’s twisted ways. You ought to thank me.”