I reached into my satchel and pulled out a stack of unmarked bills. “Because you’ve done it before.”
His smirk widened. “Now we’re talking.”
He gestured for me to follow him into a back room. Screens lined the walls, displaying blurred faces and falsified identities.
“Here’s how it works,” he said. “We fake your death. A rogue attack, a drowning, whatever you want. Once it’s done, you’ll get new papers and a new pack history. No one will ever find you.”
Lucy, I don’t like this. I want revenge! My wolf said.
The headline caught my eye before I realized what I was looking at.
“Alpha Trent Holland and Monica Maze spotted at exclusive auction—sparks still flying after all these years.”
I sat frozen, staring at my phone screen as if it had betrayed me. There they were—Trent and Monica, dressed to perfection, glowing as if the world revolved around them. They stood close, smiling at each other with an intimacy that turned my stomach.
He told me he was on a pack summit with other Alphas. The auction wasn’t a political engagement, and Monica isn’t an Alpha.