Chapter 18
Once in the car, Theron frowned, feeling like something was off.
The car was too quiet. Something familiar was missing.
He tried to place what was bothering him, then realized-that subtle jasmine scent that used to calm his wolf was gone.
“Why’d you change the car scent?” he asked the driver sharply.
The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, speaking carefully: “Alpha, the previous fragrance was custom made by Luna. She said it would help settle your wolf. But recently… she hasn’t made any new batches.”
Theron went still as memories crashed over him-
oming home late from pack business, Nyra always left the porch light on with warm honey water waiting on the table.
When his stomach was acting up, she’d make porridge with healing herbs-soft but never too sweet.
in stormy nights, she’d slip small jasmine sachets into his jacket pockets, saying they’d calm his restless wolf…
ll those quiet gestures he’d barely acknowledged now felt like claws raking through his chest.
at the Fenwick pack house, the atmosphere was toxic with rage.
ylvae gestured furiously at her injuries: “That pathetic bitch couldn’t even handle living as me without getting her ass kicked! She’s completely worthless-this
fucking insulting!”
ler mother held her protectively: “Don’t upset yourself, darling. We’ll make them all pay!”
Make them pay?” Sylvae’s laugh was bitter. “Our pack nowhere near as strong as before, and we just handed over thirty million. How exactly do we take on ie Ashgraves?”
oth parents went pale-Sylvae was right. The Fenwick pack was barely holding onto respectability, and challenging Ashgrave power would be pack suicide.
heir house manager suddenly announced that Alpha Ashgrave had arrived with Delilah.
he Fenwicks exchanged dark looks before storming out, their fury immediately targeting Delilah.
This is the Omega bitch who hurt our daughter?” Sylvae’s mother snarled, pointing at Delilah. “And you brought her here like some kind of trophy? Think the enwicks are pushovers?!”
he moved to attack, but Theron’s Alpha command froze her mid-step, his voice deadly cold: “I’m here for answers. Nothing else.”
yivae’s father bristled but stepped aside, knowing better than to directly challenge an Alpha of Theron’s power: “Fine. Get inside.”
n the study, tension crackled like electricity.
heron didn’t waste time: “Where is the real Sylvae Fenwick?”
Both parents’ faces went ashen. After exchanging panicked glances, her father forced his voice steady: “Theron, what the hell are you talking about? Your Luna s our daughter Sylvae!”
‘Really?” Theron’s smile was all teeth as he pulled the evidence from his jacket and slammed it on the desk. “The stand in arrangement from three years ago-you thought you could hide it forever?”
Sylvae’s mother’s hands started shaking, but before she could deny anything, the study door flew open-
“I am Sylvae Fenwick. You got a fucking problem with that?”
A cold voice sliced through the tension. Theron spun to see “Sylvae” in the doorway, holding up an ID with “Sylvae Fenwick” printed clearly.
Theron stared at the document, every instinct screaming that something was still wrong.
The photo was perfect, the name was right, but his wolf wasn’t buying any of it.
Chapter 18
“If you doubt who I am. Alpha, feel free to investigate.” Her voice dripped disdain as she turned to leave.
Theron’s hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with crushing force: “Who the fuck are you really?”
She met his eyes with that unsettling calm: “Does it matter? You never gave a damn about ‘Sylvae Fenwick’ anyway.”
The words hit like a physical blow. His grip loosened involuntarily, and she walked away without a backward glance.
That night, his Beta called.
Alpha, I’ve got the full picture.” His voice was tight with tension. “The Fenwicks have twin daughters. Three years ago, the younger twin-Nyra-was the one vho came to us because Sylvae had bolted for Europe. But now the older sister’s back…”
heron gripped his phone until the case cracked.
verything clicked into place.
he woman who’d cared for him, waited up for him, endured everything in silence-that wasn’t Sylvae.
was Nyra!
e shot to his feet, his Alpha rage rolling off him in waves: “Round up a team. Bring me the Fenwicks. Now.”
