Chapter 3
Six years ago, I was just an 18-year-old aspiring actress and a Delta in the Silver Moon Pack, looking for my big break when I met Caleb Medina at a private gathering hosted by the Crimson Fang Pack. The Alpha’s guests, high-ranking wolves with too much arrogance and too little respect, tried to corner me, their leering eyes and sharp words threatening to strip me of more than just my vintage-style dress. Caleb, then a rising Beta in his pack, stepped in, his alpha aura flaring just enough to silence them. He whisked me away from the nightmare, his presence a shield against their malice.
Afterward, he confided that he’d been demoted, stripped of his rank, and cast aside by his pack. He shrugged it off, saying he had nothing to lose as an orphan and could weather anything, but he couldn’t stand to see me treated that way. He said he was a fan of mine, claiming that even in supporting roles, I shone in his eyes. His words, his smile—they captured my heart entirely, and I vowed to become a star, never to be controlled by anyone again. For six years, he was by my side through countless days and nights as I worked tirelessly, taking every acting gig and attending every casting call. Whenever I felt drained and ready to give up, I’d look back and find him standing there, his presence my anchor.
But he was the source of all my nightmares.
When I opened my eyes again, two days had passed. I found myself lying in a hospital hallway, pack members passing by with scornful glances filled with mockery:
“If I were her, I’d rather be dead. Everyone must have seen her by now.”
“Her face is ruined; she looks like a ghost.”
“Goodness, wasn’t she a Delta once? How did she fall to this, unable to afford a room?”
My heart was numb when my phone suddenly rang. On the other end was Caleb’s voice, filled with false concern.
“Maia, I’m so glad you’re awake. I couldn’t get you a hospital room, so you’re in the hallway.”
“I’m working a part-time job right now and can’t visit you. Take care of yourself and ask the nurses for help if needed.”
“Caleb, honey…” came Indy’s sultry voice in the background.
The call abruptly ended.
Shortly after, Caleb sent me a series of apologetic texts.
“Maia, yesterday was my fault. I’m doing this part-time work to help pay off your debt, so you don’t have to struggle. I’m doing it for your own good, so please don’t be childish.”
“You should be grateful for Indy’s kindness. It’s rare to find someone who helps when you need it most.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his messages.
Supposedly helping pay my debt by selling himself to a Delta from his own pack—Caleb’s performance was indeed worthy of tears.
In the past, I might have been moved and felt guilty.
After a while, when I didn’t reply, he sent me a cartoon emoji of a kiss.
I looked at the message, feeling a wave of nausea. This was the person I loved for six years, allowing him to manipulate and hurt me like a fool.
Soon after, Indy sent me a picture of Caleb kissing her, followed by a voice message dripping with provocation:
“Maia, you ugly witch, with a single word from me, everything you have will be mine!”
I ignored it, putting down my phone and preparing to leave the hospital.
Not long after, Indy, unwilling to let it go, sent me a video. I hesitated for a few seconds before opening it.
In the video, Indy moved seductively on Caleb:
“Caleb, do you love Maia?”
Sweating, caught up in his lust, he responded, “Silly girl, Maia is nothing. I’ve only ever loved you.”
“Caleb, you’ve been with her for six years for me, arranged for her to be ruined and scarred. Was it worth it?”
He paused briefly, then answered without hesitation:
“Destroying her to fulfill you was worth everything!”
I stared at the phone screen, tears streaming down as I laughed.
Six years of living in a dream—I should have woken up long ago.
I forwarded Indy’s video to a particular contact.
I quickly received a response marked with a “?”
“I want to see them fall.”
It wasn’t long before a reply came back:
“Okay!”
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