Harper POV:
That evening, Bennet dragged me to "The Red Wolf," the pack's most exclusive restaurant. He wanted to parade his "recovering" wife.
I wore black. I felt like I was attending a wake.
Mid-appetizer, Bennet's phone rang. He hit speaker by accident.
"Alpha! Help me!"
Gianna's voice shrieked. The restaurant went silent.
"Rogues! They have me! They said... Harper paid them!"
Bennet froze. His eyes turned pitch black.
"Where are you?" he barked.
"The old mill! They have silver!"
The line went dead.
Bennet looked at me. The air charged with ozone and rage. His aura exploded outward, rattling the plates.
"You," he snarled. "You hired Rogues?"
"No," I gasped, the pressure crushing my lungs. "Bennet, think. I have no money. I have no contacts..."
"Don't lie to me!" He flipped the heavy oak table. Glass shattered. He grabbed me by the throat, lifting me off my feet.
"I knew you were jealous," he hissed. "But I didn't think you were a monster."
My feet dangled. I clawed at his hand.
"It's... a trap..." I choked.
He dropped me. I fell into the broken china, gasping.
"I'm getting her back," he announced to the room. "And when I return, you will wish you were dead."
He stormed out.
I scrambled up. The pack members looked at me with disgust. To them, I was the jealous, crippled Luna who put a hit on the mistress.
I ran. Not to the car, but into the night.
I reached the edge of town. My phone buzzed.
Application Update: Rogue Status Approved. Effective Immediately.
I was free. Legally.
But as I stepped into the shadows, a cloth pressed over my mouth.
Chloroform. And Wolfsbane.
"Got her," a rough voice grunted. "Alpha pays double for live cargo."
