The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge: Rejecting Her Cheating Mate

Financial Freeze

Elena POV:

The boardroom of Barron Logistics was conditioned to a temperature that kept humans alert and wolves on edge. My father, Alpha Marcus Barron, sat at the head of the mahogany table.

"You want to cancel the engagement?" he asked, rubbing his temples. "Elena, the elders expect this union. Damien is the strongest warrior we have."

"Strength without loyalty is a threat, Father," I said. "He is sleeping with Eve. He admitted he only wants me for the title."

My father sighed. "Males have... urges. Once the Mating Mark is placed, he will settle down."

"He is not my Mate," I stated. "I feel no Spark. If I let him mark me, I will be tied to a man who despises me."

Father looked at me, eyes softening. He knew the lore. A forced mark without the Fated connection resulted in a weak union.

"What do you propose?" he asked.

"I propose we stop funding his rebellion," I said. I pulled out my tablet. "Damien and the other six adopted wards—they act as Eve's personal guard. They spend pack funds on her clothes, jewelry, and... supplements."

"Supplements?"

"Chemicals," I said. "I am freezing their accounts. All of them. Effective immediately."

My father hesitated, then nodded. "You are the heir. If you wish to wield the whip, be ready for the backlash."

"I am ready."

I executed the command. Within seconds, the notifications would hit their phones.

I left the office and headed toward the main staircase of the manor. As expected, the backlash was immediate.

Damien stormed through the front door, Eve trailing behind him. The other six brothers flanked them.

"What did you do?" Damien shouted, waving his phone. "Card declined? At the pharmacy? Eve needs her medicine!"

"Medicine?" I stood at the top of the stairs. "You mean the scent masker she uses to confuse your senses? Or the suppressants she takes to hide the fact that she isn't an Omega?"

"She fell!" Damien roared.

On cue, Eve stumbled. It was theatrical. She grasped the banister, let out a soft cry, and crumpled to the floor.

"Eve!" The seven men rushed to her.

Damien looked up at me, eyes flashing red. "You did this! You stressed her out!"

"She tripped over her own lies," I said.

"Enough!" Damien bellowed.

He unleashed the Alpha Tone.

It slammed into me like a physical blow. A wave of dominance demanding submission. Using it on a high-ranking female was a grave insult.

My knees buckled. Midnight howled in protest.

“Stand up!” she screamed. “Do not let him see you weak!”

I gripped the railing, knuckles white, forcing my legs to straighten.

"You... used the Tone on me," I whispered.

I remembered years ago, when my father had forced a young Damien to submit. Damien had sworn he would never use such force on a pack member.

Now, he used it to defend a liar.

"Fix the accounts, Elena," Damien snarled, turning to carry Eve away. "Or you will regret it."

"The accounts stay frozen," I called out. "And Damien? You just declared war on your future Alpha."

He didn't look back.