Giselle swallowed hard. Fifty million dollars? She could use that to build houses for the poor omega community. They could also have a school of their own so their children could study.

And she… she could finally have a month to rest. Her body needed a break after all the constant strain. She bit her finger nervously.

The voice on the phone spoke again, breaking her thoughts. “So, is it a deal? Are you accepting?”

Giselle sighed deeply, the weight of the decision pressing down on her. “Send me the address,” she finally said.

“Okay,” the voice replied, then the call ended abruptly.

She took a moment to steady herself, then picked up the phone to call Alpha Keith’s assistant. “I’m sick. I won’t be able to make it today,” she lied, trying to sound convincing.

After a brief pause, the assistant replied, “Alright, we’ll reschedule. Are you okay?”

“Yes, just tired. I’ll go tomorrow,” Giselle said softly.

She hung up and read the address Frank had sent her. Frowning, she realized it wasn’t familiar at all. It wasn’t some pack’s headquarters or any known location.

Grabbing her bag, she left her apartment and drove, following the directions carefully. The road became narrower, lined by thick trees until she found herself deep inside a forest. There was no sign of any pack or community. She thought the caller could be some rich alpha.

She stopped her car and called the number again. Frank answered immediately. “Go inside the forest. You’ll see a cabin.”

Giselle nodded, swallowed her fear, and ended the call. If only the money hadn’t already been transferred, she thought bitterly, she would have turned back. But now, the weight of the fifty million in her account pushed her forward.

As she walked through the trees, she soon saw the cabin. It looked surprisingly clean, almost well-kept for being so isolated.

A tall, muscular man with a scarred face stepped out and introduced himself. “I’m Frank.”

She nodded stiffly and followed him inside. The cabin was small but tidy.

“I’m ready,” Giselle said, moving toward the bed. She began removing her clothes.

Frank stopped her with a raised hand. “Wait, let’s drink first.”

He opened a beer from a plastic bag and handed it to her. Giselle frowned but wanted to get the meeting over with quickly, so she took a small sip.

Frank smiled and said, “You’ve walked far. You could be thirsty. Drink more.”

Reluctantly, Giselle drank almost half the bottle. What she didn’t realize was the beer had been laced with numbing pills. Slowly, her limbs went heavy and her mind blurred.

Frank watched her with a strange mix of pity and coldness. “I feel sorry for you, Giselle.”

“What do you mean?” Giselle asked, her voice shaking. Suddenly, her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed to the floor. A strange numbness began to spread through her body, making it impossible to move. “What the hell did you do to me? What do you want from me?” she said fearfully, her voice barely a whisper.

Frank looked down at her with a hard expression. “Luna Beatrice of the Green Eyes Pack wants you gone.”

“Luna Beatrice?” Giselle’s eyes widened as a painful memory surfaced. She remembered the harsh threats Luna Beatrice had made before, but she never imagined the Luna would go so far as to hire a hitman. She had heard cruel words from many she-wolves in her life, but this was the first time a Luna had truly crossed the line—ordering her elimination.

Tears welled up in her eyes. “Please… please let me go,” she begged weakly.

But Frank paid no attention to her pleas. With steady hands, he tied a heavy stone to her feet, the weight dragging her down further. Giselle felt utterly helpless, her strength gone. She could only whisper, “Have mercy… please.”

Without another word, Frank lifted her up and carried her outside. The cold wind bit at her skin as he approached the edge of a high cliff. Below, the dark ocean waited, waves crashing against the rocks.

“No!” Giselle screamed, struggling with all her might, but her body refused to obey. Then, with a final shove, Frank threw her over the edge.

The air rushed past her as she fell, cold and unforgiving. The icy water enveloped her, pulling her down, deeper and deeper. Giselle’s heart pounded as she fought to hold on, but her strength was fading fast.

As darkness crept in, she whispered one last prayer and accepted that this was the end.

Then, everything went black.

Giselle slowly awoke, coughing harshly as water filled her lungs. She gasped for air, her body trembling uncontrollably from the cold. Blinking against the bright sunlight, she struggled to focus.

A tall, handsome man stood before her, his expression serious and unreadable. Behind him, several pack guards stood alert, their eyes sharp and watchful. The dazzling sunlight made her squint, but despite the glare, it was the man’s face that held her gaze—strong jawline, piercing eyes, and an air of authority. She was soaked, shivering from the cold water that clung to her skin and clothes.

The man looked down at her and spoke in a calm, measured voice. “Who are you?”

Giselle blinked, trying to remember, but her mind was blank. She shook her head slowly. “I… I don’t know. I don’t know who I am, or what happened to me. I don’t even know where I am.”

The man’s brow furrowed as he considered her words. “So, you have amnesia?”

“Maybe,” she whispered, her voice weak.

He reached out and removed his jacket, draping it over her shoulders. She noticed he was also soaking wet, his dark hair plastered to his forehead. The gesture was small but kind, and it gave her some comfort.

“I’m Alpha Jake Thomson of the Red Moon Pack,” he introduced himself. “I found you by the river and rescued you.”

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Are you a spy?”

Giselle shook her head firmly. “I really don’t know who I am. I swear.”

Jake studied her carefully, then nodded slowly. “Alright. For now, I’ll call you Alona.”

He then gestured to the guards. “Let’s get you somewhere safe.”

They moved toward a nearby car and drove back to the grand mansion of the Red Moon Pack. Inside, they led her to a guest room where the pack’s doctor immediately examined her.

The doctor frowned as he checked her pulse and pupils. “She was drugged — some kind of numbing pills combined with sleeping aids.”

Beta Leo looked at her sharply. “Did you try to harm yourself? Was this a suicide attempt?”

Alona shook her head, confusion and fear in her eyes. “I… I don’t know. I really don’t remember anything.”

Jake’s voice was gentle but firm. “Rest for now. We’ll figure this out.”

Once outside the room, Jake and Beta Leo walked toward the study. Leo shook his head in disbelief. “I still can’t get over how you just dove into that freezing river to save a complete stranger. Any pack guard could’ve done that.”

Jake wiped the wet hair from his face with a towel. “I don’t know why I did it either. But the moment I held her, I felt something... something familiar. Like the feeling I had with that woman in the cemetery.”

Leo raised an eyebrow. “You think she’s the same woman? Your mate?”

Jake hesitated. “I’m not sure yet.”

Leo grinned mischievously. “Then why not ask ‘Alona’ to be your fake mate? You could use her to show King Shane and Queen Amelia.”

Jake sighed. “I need to know if she really is the woman from the cemetery first.”

Leo laughed. “But she said she has amnesia. Maybe she won’t remember. Anyway, why exactly did you choose the name Alona for her?”

Alpha Jake ran a hand through his damp hair and looked thoughtful. “The woman wearing the veil was standing in front of a tombstone. The name on the tomb was Alona. Since Alona didn’t remember anything, I thought it would be easier to call her by that name for now.”

Leo burst out laughing, slapping his knee. “So you named her after a dead woman?”