Isla’s POV
The day began like any other.Rain-slick stones. Cold breath on the glass.And Nia’s laughter echoing down the halls.
I woke before the sun. Bathed myself in silence. Dressed in gray.Today was preparation day.
Tomorrow, she would wear my crown.
The omegas barked orders. The maids scrubbed walls. The seamstresses stitched red thread into Nia’s Luna robe — silk dyed with wolfsbane and gold.Superstition said it kept the rogue spirits out.
I smiled.Let them stitch. Let them pray.
There were no spirits coming for them.
Just me.
…
By mid-morning, I was assigned to polishing cutlery.Alone in the pantry, surrounded by rows of ceremonial knives and chalices meant for blood-oaths and pack feasts.
They didn’t trust me with food today.
Not after what happened at the Last Supper.
Not after a “clumsy Luna” spilled broth on the wrong Alpha’s shoes.
Good. Let them fear me.I had just begun folding the linens when I heard it.A soft flutter. A claw tapping on the glass.
I opened the window.The raven sat on the sill — soaked, regal, and bearing a silver scroll tucked beneath its wing.
The sigil on the scroll shimmered like frost kissed by moonlight.The Wolf King’s seal.
My hands trembled as I broke it open.The parchment unfurled like a sigh.
.,..
To Luna Isla of House Wolfram,
By the Order of the High Commission, and under the authority of His Majesty, the Wolf King:
Your petition has been reviewed and granted.
Effective immediately, you are hereby stripped of your status as Pack-Bound.
You are no longer a subject of the Wolfram Pack.
You are a rogue by declaration.
And as per your legal right, you are now the rightful owner of the Wolfram Pack, its lands, its holdings, and its titles, under Title 17 of the Moon Accord.
As requested, this ruling will be made public on the morrow — at the exact hour of the Luna Ascension.
Let it be known:
The Rogue Queen now owns the Pack that cast her out.
May your fire cleanse what failed to love you.
Signed,
King Varron, High Wolf of the Nine Realms
….
I pressed the letter to my chest.My breath came in shallow bursts.I wasn’t crying.No.
This was something worse.This was a kind of joy twisted so tight it cut.
They thought tomorrow would be her coronation.
They didn’t realize it was my execution of mercy.
Let them celebrate.Let Nia bathe in wine and perfume. Let Kale sharpen his blade and practice fake vows in the mirror.
Because I was no longer their Luna.I was their queen.And their judge.
….
That night, I wrote my letter.
Every word carved from bone.
To Alpha Kale,
You once told me wolves didn’t lie — that we just omitted what hurt too much to say.
But I heard you.
I heard you the night I was fighting for my life ,you said you planned it all, because your true Luna was back.
I heard you say you secretly implanted a pup in me because your beloved did not want to ruin her figure. You called me a Surrogate.
I heard everything.
And I let you speak.
I let you lie.I let you feed more lies to your son and your mistress’s delusions.
But I never forgot. And I never stopped watching.
Tomorrow, when you crown your new Luna…
You will receive a scroll. A royal one.
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll feel what I felt the day you scattered my mother's ashes on the stone steps like they were dust.
Tell Nia to wear red. It hides the blood better.
PS: I own you and all you own , but I will give you grace till I am ready to take it all from you.
Happy Expired mating Day , Expired Mate.
Sincerely,
The Rogue Queen
I put it in a beautiful box wrapped with a huge red ribbon and left it on Kale's Den Desk.
I went off to the back of the house where the plumbing control was, I opened the faucet and without checking I knew all the taps in the packhouse were running.
Then I went back, picked up my carry-on and walked out through the omega exit to the back of the building, where I saw Garrick .
“Ready?” he asked.
I smiled and nodded as I turned one last time to see water flowing from every part of the packhouse.
“ Goodbye Wolfram Pack, enjoy this tiny gift “ I said with a giggle.
As I walked away with Garrick , I knew this was just the beginning of what I had planned for them.
And I knew it would be Epic--What awaits him next is nothing but bloody storm!
