And I let him. I let him believe I was still the naive, trusting mate he had marked. But deep down, I was already planning his downfall.
Alpha Trent Holland had taken everything from me—my mother, trust, and love.
Let’s take everything away from him, my wolf, and I said in unison.
“Lucy, I’ll leave for an Alpha meeting with the Northern Packs. It’ll just be a couple of days,” he murmured, brushing his lips against my forehead like the devoted mate he pretended to be. “I’ll miss you.”
I forced a smile, pretending to care. “Safe travels, my Alpha.”
Trent laughed when I called him Alpha. He knew I never called him that unless we were arguing over something, but he didn’t care because I said it in a loving tone, or he didn’t care.
When his black SUV disappeared beyond the tree line, I turned on my heel and got to work.
I had observed his routines for days, watching where he kept his most guarded possessions. Alpha always had secrets. And his? They were locked inside the packhouse vault with an easy code—Monica’s birthday.
When I tried it, it worked. The lock clicked open on my first try. Inside, everything I needed lay in neat, damning stacks.