Chapter 4

I slipped into the grand Silver Moon House at dawn, when most pack members were still sleeping. The hallways that once felt like home now seemed foreign, as if the very walls recognized I no longer belonged. My fingers traced the intricate woodwork as I made my way to the small storage room where the remainder of my possessions had been unceremoniously dumped after Victoria's arrival.

As I approached Michael's study, voices drifted through the partially open door. I froze, instinctively pressing myself against the wall—an Omega's habit of making herself invisible.

"It's been going on for years," Marcus Thorne's…