The Lycan King's Pampered Bride

CELINA POV:

The ping from my phone cut through the silence of my apartment at 2:01 AM.

My stepsister's name-Karri-flashed on the screen. A knot of irritation tightened in my stomach. Late night. Karri. Nothing good ever came from that combination.

I swiped open the lock screen.

It wasn't a text. It was a photo.

My fiancé Jared was shirtless, with Karey nestled in his arms.The background was unmistakable-that expensive Italian leather sofa in his private lounge. The same lounge I'd helped him furnish last spring.

And around Karri's neck hung the moonstone necklace he'd given me for my birthday. The one he'd called "a symbol of our future."

She'd sent it at 2:01. She'd waited until the very last second of the recall window to let me see it, then pretended it was an accident.

"Oops, wrong person, sis. Don't mind me." Tongue-out emoji.

A wave of nausea churned in my gut. My fingers stayed steady. I took a screenshot of everything-photo, messages, timestamps-and saved it to an encrypted folder.

I didn't reply. I didn't block her.

I just silenced my phone and set it aside.

Walking to the window, I stared down at the glittering lights of Blackwood City. No tears. Just a cold, hollow space opening in my chest, expanding with every breath.

This engagement had never been mine. It was a contract signed before I understood the word. My father, Delbert Garner, had pushed for it from the beginning. "The future of the Garner Pack," he'd called it. Security. Power. An alliance with the Snyders.

I'd never loved Jared. But I'd tried. For six years, I'd tried to make peace with the cage they'd built for me. Six years since my mother died. Six years since I'd left the Garner Pack's territory and never looked back.

Jared Snyder. Future Alpha. Handsome. Powerful. And a man who'd never once asked me what I wanted.

This was a contract. A business deal.

But even deals have rules.

Jared hadn't just broken the contract. He'd done it with the one person I despised most, in the most humiliating way possible. My necklace. My sofa. My future home.

My wolf-the white beast I kept chained deep inside, the one I'd been taught to suppress, to hide, to be ashamed of-let out a low, guttural growl in the back of my mind.

It wasn't heartbreak.

It was territory being violated. Honor being challenged. Something ancient waking up from a very long sleep.

I picked up my phone again. Canceled my flight back to the Garner Pack territory. Booked the earliest flight to Blackwood City-not to my father's house, but to the airport on the opposite side. The one where no one would expect me.

Then I started thinking about where they would go to have sex.

Because that photo wasn't just evidence of betrayal. It was evidence of a location. And I knew Jared well enough to know his habits.

He was still under his father's thumb. The old Alpha hadn't fully stepped down yet. Jared had money-he spent lavishly on appearances, on cars, on Karri's gifts. But a private property? A secret love nest? The elders would notice that kind of purchase. Too many questions. Too many eyes.

A hotel would be sloppy. Too much foot traffic. Too much paper trail. Too much risk of being seen.

That left only one place where he could take her without raising suspicion.

The Pierce House.

The sprawling private residence the Snyder Pack had set aside for Jared and his future mate-the one I'd been given a key to three years ago, back when everyone still pretended this marriage was real. A gesture of "good faith." A symbol of the future they'd carved out for me.

I still had that key.

I reached into my suitcase and pulled out the hard drive I'd prepared months ago-the one loaded with architectural blueprints, security schedules, and every entry point I'd ever mapped. I'd been gathering intelligence for a day I wasn't sure would ever come. I'd told myself it was just being prepared.

But somewhere beneath the denial, I'd known.

I pulled up the schematics. The Pierce House's security was light-Jared was arrogant enough to believe no one would dare. And why would anyone? The future Alpha's private residence? Untouchable.

Untouchable.

That word tasted like ash in my mouth.

I had the key. I had the tools. I had three days until the Snyder Pack's annual charity auction-the most public event of their calendar. Every major Pack in the region would be there. Alphas. Elders. Lunas. Press. This is the perfect platform for publicly exposing these two people's shameful affairs.

But first, I needed the evidence. Real evidence. Not just a photo they could claim was doctored. Not just Karri's smug little "oopsie."

I needed to catch them.

I needed to plant cameras in the Pierce House. In his bedroom. His study. His lounge-right there, on that sofa, where she'd draped herself like she already owned it.

And I needed to do it before the auction.

My pulse quickened. Not with fear. Something else. Something that felt dangerously like excitement.

I'd spent six years being passive. Six years waiting for someone to save me. Six years telling myself that if I was just good enough, quiet enough, patient enough-everything would work out.

No more.

I dialed a number from memory.

"Ferne," I said. "I'm back. I need your help."

A pause. Then her voice, already alert. "Celina. You never use my full name unless something's very wrong."

Ferne is the only true friend I've had in these six years who actually cares about me.I told her about Jared Snyder and my stepsister.

"Jared and Karri," I said. "I have proof. I need a way into the Pierce House tomorrow night."

Another pause. Then Ferne's voice dropped, low and lethal. "Tell me you have a plan."

"I have a plan." I pulled up the auction date on my calendar. "Three days. Then the Snyder Pack's charity auction. By the time it's over, Jared Snyder will wish he'd never heard my name."

I looked at my reflection in the dark window. My blue eyes, usually calm, now held a glint of something cold and sharp. Something that had been buried for a very long time.

CELINA POV:

I slipped into a quiet corner booth of the small café, pulling my baseball cap down to shadow my face. The scent of coffee and baked goods did nothing to soothe the icy knot in my stomach.

A few minutes later, a whirlwind of red-brown curls and frantic energy slid into the seat opposite me. Ferne Collins, my best friend and a reporter for the Blackwood Chronicle, was here.

"God, you look like hell," she said, her voice a low, conspiratorial whisper as she pushed a hot coffee toward me. "But the eyes are great. Like you're about to commit a murder."

I took off my sunglasses. The exhaustion was probably written all over my face, but my eyes were bright with purpose. I slid my phone across the table.

Ferne glanced at the screen. Her breath hitched. Then she slapped her palm flat on the table-hard enough that her coffee cup rattled in its saucer.

"That bastard!" she hissed, voice cracking with restrained fury. "And that bitch Karri! I-I swear to god, I will march right into that house and-"

She actually started to push up from her seat.

I grabbed her wrist and yanked her back down. "Sit."

She dropped back onto the booth, chest heaving, fingers drumming a violent rhythm against the tabletop. A few patrons glanced our way. I pulled my cap lower and waited until Ferne's breathing evened out.

"I always knew she was a snake," she muttered, quieter now but still seething. "But this? With your necklace? On your sofa? I want to key his car. I want to-"

"Ferne."

"-set his entire wardrobe on fire-"

"Ferne."

She stopped, jaw tight, and looked at me. Her eyes were bright with the kind of righteous fury only a best friend could summon.

"Focus," I said. "I need to get into the Pierce House. Without anyone knowing."

Her anger shifted-not disappeared, but sharpened into professional focus. Her eyes lit up. "Easy. They're setting up for the garden party portion of the auction tomorrow. The company handling the outdoor lighting belongs to one of my informants. I can get you in as an intern."

I nodded. "I need to plant these in his bedroom, his study, and his private lounge." I opened my bag and slid a small, nondescript box across the table.

Ferne opened it. Inside were several devices, smaller than a button. "Whoa, are these the new 'Dragonfly's Eye' series? Where did you get this tech?"

I didn't answer. "The signal feeds directly to my terminal," I said instead.

Ferne rubbed her hands together, a grin spreading across her face. "My inner investigative journalist is screaming right now. Leave it to me, Queen."

She led me from the café to a secure apartment she kept in the city center, a place she used as a safe house for sensitive stories.

"You'll stay here for the next few days. It's completely off the grid. Your stepmother and father won't find you," she said, unlocking the door to a room filled with monitors and communication equipment.

"Thank you, Ferne," I said, looking around at the organized chaos of her workspace. It was the safest I'd felt in days.

She pulled me into a tight hug. "Don't thank me. Just promise me you'll grind their faces into the dirt when the time comes."

The next day, just as Ferne had arranged, I was dressed in a plain work uniform, a cap pulled low over my eyes. I was an intern for a lighting company, just another face in the crowd of workers swarming the Pierce House.

I had sprayed myself with a special herbal mist Ferne had procured. It masked my Omega scent, making me smell like an ordinary human. It was my key to moving unnoticed among the werewolves guarding the property.

Using my memory of the blueprints, I moved with purpose, pretending to check wiring and fixtures as I made my way toward Jared's private wing.

My heart hammered against my ribs-not with fear, but with something else. Something hotter.

This is it, I thought. The gamble.

I'd spent six years being careful. Six years being the good Omega, the quiet fiancée, the one who never caused trouble. And now I was walking into his house with a bag full of cameras, wearing a uniform that didn't belong to me, daring the universe to catch me.

A laugh-small, breathless, almost involuntary-escaped my lips. I caught myself, pressed my palm to my mouth, and realized I was smiling.

Not a cold smile. Something wilder. Unhinged.

Finally, I thought. Finally I'm the one holding the cards.

I slipped into his study first. A small, ornate statue on a bookshelf was the perfect hiding spot. I placed a micro-camera inside one of its hollowed-out eyes.

Next, the bedroom. The smoke detector on the ceiling, directly above the bed, now had a new, silent observer.

Finally, the private lounge. I stuck a tiny audio bug to the underside of the very sofa from Karri's photo.

Just as I was about to leave, I heard footsteps and voices in the hallway. Jared's voice.

My heart leaped into my throat. I ducked into a small cleaning closet, pulling the door almost shut and holding my breath.

Jared walked past with one of his Pack's elders, discussing security arrangements for the auction. He was so close I could smell his familiar, cloying scent. He had no idea I was just a few feet away.

Through the crack in the door, I saw the arrogant smirk on his face. The sight made my stomach churn again.

Once they were gone, I slipped out, blended back in with the other workers, and walked out of the Pierce House without a single alarm being raised.

Back at Ferne's safe house, I opened my laptop. Three clear, stable video feeds appeared on the screen.

Jared's study. His bedroom. His lounge.

Everything was in place.

Ferne whistled. "Perfect. Now we just wait for the rats to walk into the trap."

I stared at the screens, my eyes cold. I knew it wouldn't be long. Jared and Karri would soon give me the final piece of evidence I needed.

CELINA POV:

For nearly a day, Ferne and I sat in front of the laptop, watching. Jared spent most of the time in his study, dealing with Pack business. Nothing happened.

"Patience," I told myself, and a restless Ferne. "The fox will always show its tail."

"I just want to see their disgusting faces when they get caught," Ferne grumbled, chewing on a slice of pizza.

As night fell, the visitors to the estate departed. Jared finally finished his work and retreated to his private wing. He threw himself onto the lounge sofa, the camera capturing the exhaustion and irritation on his face.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open. A figure slipped inside.

It was Karri.

She immediately climbed into Jared's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Jared," she cooed, her voice sickly sweet. "You ignored me all day."

Ferne made a gagging sound. I calmly hit the record button.

"I'm busy with important things," Jared said, his tone impatient, though he wrapped his arms around her waist. "The auction is tomorrow. Celina should be back soon. We need to be more careful."

A chill went through my fingertips at the mention of my name.

Karri scoffed. "Careful of what? That weak Omega? What's she going to do if she finds out? She'll still have to marry you, begging for the Snyder Pack's protection."

My jaw tightened.

"Her father, Delbert, already sold her to your family like a piece of property. She has no power to fight back," Karri continued, her fingers tracing patterns on Jared's chest.

"That bitch!" Ferne hissed, nearly throwing the pizza box across the room. "How dare she talk about you like that!"

My face remained a mask of calm, but my eyes darkened, like a frozen lake at midnight.

Jared laughed, pleased by Karri's words. "You're right. She's a boring, half-blood Omega. Nothing special besides that face. If it weren't for consolidating the marginal assets left behind by the Beaumont Pack, I would never have agreed to this."

The Beaumont Pack. My mother's Pack.

My heart clenched painfully. So that was it. It was about my mother's legacy.

Jared and Karri started kissing, their crude whispers and moans filling the room, transmitted clearly by the audio bug. They moved from the sofa in the lounge to the large bed in the bedroom, their disgusting performance captured in high definition.

Ferne covered her eyes, unable to watch, muttering a stream of curses.

I forced myself to watch. I burned every detail, every word, into my memory. This wasn't my pain. This was their crime.

I needed this rage. This disgust. It would fuel me for what I had to do tomorrow.

An hour later, it was over. Karri left, looking smugly satisfied. Jared fell asleep.

I stopped the recording. I saved the hour-long video, complete with clear audio and visuals, then uploaded an encrypted copy to a secure cloud server.

I snapped the laptop shut. The sudden silence in the room was deafening.

"Celina," Ferne asked softly, her voice full of concern. "Are you okay?"

I stood up, walked over to her, and pulled her into a hug. "I'm fine, Ferne. Better than ever."

My voice was quiet, but it held a new, unbreakable strength. "Now, everything is ready."

I went to my suitcase and pulled out an ice-blue gown. It was my armor for the battle to come.

Ferne watched me, her expression a mix of awe and worry. She knew that tomorrow, a storm unlike any other was going to hit Blackwood City.

I didn't sleep. I sat by the window, watching the sky begin to lighten, rehearsing my plan over and over in my mind.

Tomorrow, under the watchful eyes of every major Pack, I would personally tear Jared Snyder's hypocritical mask to shreds. And I would end this sham of an engagement.