The Queen They Lost, Now His

spent three years saving every single credit to buy the Moonlight Grass. It was the only herb capable of healing my damaged wolf spirit.

But the moment I walked through the door, my eldest brother, the Pack Alpha, snatched it from my trembling hands.

"Willow has a migraine," Ryker stated, his voice devoid of warmth. "She needs this."

I begged him. I told him it cost a fortune. I told him it was my only chance to finally shift.

But Axel, my second brother and the Pack Doctor, just adjusted his glasses with clinical coldness.

"Don't be selfish, Ember. Willow is fragile. Your jealousy is ugly."

They boiled my entire future into a tea for an adopted sister who was faking it.

Desperate to prove I wasn't the villain, I spent my last emergency cash on gifts for them.

But when I handed Willow a silk dress, she smirked at me, stepped on the hem, and threw herself backward onto the carpet.

"My ankle!" she screamed. "Ryker, she pushed me!"

I rushed forward to help, but my bad leg gave out. I smashed my knee against the metal bed frame, blood instantly soaking through my jeans.

Axel didn't check my shattered knee. He roared at me, "You vicious snake! You wanted her to trip!"

Ryker loomed over me, his Alpha Command crushing my lungs like a physical weight. "Get out of my sight."

Bleeding, broke, and heartbroken, I dragged myself out into the storm.

They thought I would crawl to a friend's house. They thought I would always be their punching bag.

Instead, I accepted an offer from the rival Shadow Alpha to join a top-secret research facility.

A fifteen-year lockdown. No contact. A complete erasure of my existence.

As I stepped onto the private jet, I looked down at the house one last time.

"Happy Birthday, brothers," I whispered into the wind.

I hope you enjoy the silence when you realize the sister you tortured is gone forever.

Chapter 1

Ember POV:

Antiseptic and copper. The smell of a losing battle.

My shift at the pack infirmary had ended three hours ago, but I had stayed behind to organize the inventory. As an Omega with a damaged wolf, I had no speed, no strength, and no healing ability. All I had was my mind and my hands.

I dragged my bad leg up the steps of the Pack House. The old burn scar on my knee throbbed in rhythm with the cold wind. It was a reminder of the fire that took our parents and silenced my wolf, Sera, ten years ago.

I pushed open the heavy oak doors.

"Where is it?" Ryker's voice boomed through the hallway.

It wasn't just a question. It was laced with Alpha Command. My knees buckled instantly. My dormant wolf whimpered deep in my subconscious, terrified by the power of the Pack Alpha.

I looked up. Ryker, my eldest brother, stood at the top of the stairs. His eyes were flashing gold. Beside