MIA’S POV
Everything had gone exactly as planned. I stood there, watching the traitor tremble, the weight of his failure sinking into his bones. He still hadn’t spoken, but it didn’t matter-he would.
Because this was my trap.
The fight. The chaos. My father’s supposed helplessness. Every single part of it had been orchestrated-and he walked straight into it.
I glanced at the brothers, who were still catching up to the reality of the situation. They hadn’t known either.
Their fight had been real, but it wasn’t their own doing.
I had set them up too. Because I want it to look real, though I told them to fight but I didn’t tell the reason.
Their argument had been the perfect distraction, drawing everyone’s attention-including the spy’s.
I crossed my arms, a slow smirk curling my lips as I turned my gaze back to the traitor. “You thought you were smart, didn’t you?” My voice was soft, almost mocking. “Thought you could just walk in, finish what you started, and leave without a trace.”
His face twisted, eyes darting around as if searching for an escape. There wasn’t one.
I tilted my head, enjoying the way he squirmed.
“Who sent you?” My voice dropped lower, sharper. “And don’t waste my time-because you won’t like what happens next if you do.”
His mouth opened, then closed, his entire body stiff with fear. He was still trying to figure out how things went so horribly wrong.
Too bad.
I turned slightly, glancing at my father.
He sat up in his bed, his presence as commanding as ever, despite what he had just been through. His eyes were steady, alive, and so very aware.
A warmth spread through my chest at the sight.
I had almost lost him.
For days, I’d been preparing myself for the worst, believing that he wouldn’t wake up-that I would fail him like I failed my mother.
But now?
Now he was here. Watching. Listening. Ready to strike if needed.
And he was alive because we outplayed them. I had sat by his bedside, my hands gripping his as he fought to stay awake.
“Father,” I had whispered, my throat tightening. “I need your help.”
His fingers twitched, his breathing labored but stronger than before. His eyes slowly opened, a flicker of sharp awareness beneath the exhaustion.
“Tell me,” his voice was rough, but it held power.
I explained everything-the spy, the rising threats, Keith’s involvement, how our pack had been compromised.
How I needed him to pretend to be unconscious.
For a moment, he had just stared at me.
Then, something shifted in his gaze. Understanding. Pride.
“Are you certain?” His tone was careful, analyzing. “If we do this, there’s no turning back. He will try to kill me.”
I squeezed his hand, my jaw tightening. “I know.”
His lips twitched, the hint of a smirk-one I had seen on my own face too many times.
“You are more like me than you realize,” he murmured. “Fine. Let’s make them regret underestimating us.”
And just like that, the plan was in motion.
BACK TO PRESENT
The spy trembled as my father’s eyes burned into him. He knew he was caught. There was no escaping this now.
But still, he held his tongue.
I clenched my fists, biting down the frustration simmering inside me. Coward. Even now, when the walls had closed in on him, he refused to speak.
I wanted to rip that smug look off the spy’s face. Coward. Traitor. Greedy bastard.
He had already tried to kill my father. Already went after Lucas. And now, he thought he could slither away without consequences?
Not a damn chance.
I took a step forward, fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms. My wolf snarled inside me, pushing forward, demanding justice. Enough. I had enough.
“You tried to kill my family,” I seethed, voice low but shaking with restrained fury. “My father. My brother.”
He smirked like none of it mattered. Like it was just a game to him.
I saw red. How dare he?
“You think you’ll walk away from this?” My voice dripped with venom. “That there won’t be consequences for what you’ve done?”
He had the nerve to chuckle. Chuckled.
I lunged.
Xavier caught my wrist just before my claws could slash the bastard’s throat. “Not yet, little wolf,” he murmured, voice dark, protective.
Not yet? I gritted my teeth, shaking him off. If not now, when?
The spy flinched when my father’s gaze locked onto him, but still, he said nothing.
Coward.
“Who sent you?” My father’s voice was cold, controlled. A predator before the kill.
Nothing.
My stomach burned with frustration. This war, this greed-it had to end. Before more blood was spilled. Before they took more from me.
My father gave a sharp nod to the guards. “Take him.”
The moment the warriors moved forward, the spy tensed. Now he was scared? He should have been terrified long before this.
They grabbed him, dragging him away as his boots scraped uselessly against the stone floor. Too late now.
I exhaled, pushing past the rage clawing at my chest.
“Are you okay?” My voice wavered, softer than I intended as I turned to my father.
He studied me for a moment, the harsh lines on his face easing slightly. “I should be asking you that.”
I swallowed hard, a small, tired laugh slipping from my lips. Of course, he would say that.
He turned his attention to the brothers, giving them a firm nod. “Your quick thinking saved us today. You have my gratitude.”
I expected them to gloat. To smirk. To throw some cocky remark my way.
But they didn’t.
They just stood there. Silent. Tense. Watchful.
For the first time, they weren’t trying to win my favor.
I wasn’t sure what to do with that.
Then the door swung open. Lucas.
His eyes scanned the room, taking in the aftermath, the tension thick in the air. His gaze flickered to the empty spot where the spy had just been. Then to me.
“Looks like I missed the fun.”
I crossed my arms. “Barely.”