Chapter 4

The journey to the Lycan Court passed in a haze. Alexander had arranged everything with clinical efficiency, citing royal privilege and the need for specialized medical care. I remembered fragments—my father's tightly controlled fury, Charlotte's wide-eyed panic, James's stammered protests. None of them dared challenge a Lycan Prince directly, but their eyes promised retribution. I didn't care. For the first time in four years, I was beyond their reach.

Now I lay on a bed softer than anything I'd felt since my demotion to Omega, staring up at an unfamiliar woman with sharp eyes and silver-streaked hair pulled into a…