The Supreme Alpha's Defiant Wolfless Luna

Carleigh POV:

The grand ballroom of the Grand Imperial Hotel blazed with crystal chandeliers, overflowing with the elite of Silvercrest Pack. Hundreds of high-ranking wolves, socialites, and pack dignitaries gathered to witness Clemens Payne officially name Denise as his legal Luna.

Our SUV screeched to a halt right in front of the red carpet.

I hopped out, the prison uniform flapping in the night breeze. Jonah stepped out from the other side, hands casually shoved into his pockets, trailing two paces behind me like a shadow of pure death.

Two burly bouncers with electric shock batons blocked the entrance. "Halt! This is a private Payne Pack ceremony—"

"Out of my way," I said calmly.

Before they could raise their weapons, a wave of lethal killing intent from Jonah paralyzed them on the spot. Their eyes widened in sheer terror as their knees locked.

I walked up to the towering bronze double doors, raised my combat boot, and kicked the latch with all the force my hidden bloodline provided.

BANG!

The massive doors flew inward, slamming violently against the marble walls with a deafening crash that echoed across the ballroom.

The bustling music and clinking champagne glasses died instantly. Hundreds of pairs of eyes snapped toward the entrance.

There I stood in the doorway, backlit by the moonlight, smeared in dirt and dungeon blood, a mocking smile playing on my lips.

On the elevated stage at the far end of the hall, Clemens Payne stood in a custom silk tuxedo, holding a diamond-encrusted Luna pendant. Beside him, Denise wore an immaculate white couture gown, her posture delicate, her neck proudly displaying a faint bite mark—a counterfeit mark purchased from the black market.

The diamond necklace slipped through Clemens’s fingers, clattering onto the stage floor. His face drained of all color.

"Carleigh?!" Clemens roared, his voice cracking with rage. "You... how did you escape the dungeon?!"

I strolled down the red carpet, my boots squeaking against the polished floor. "Escape? Father, I walked out the front door."

Corina Payne, Denise's biological daughter, pushed through the crowd in a pastel pink designer dress, pointing a manicured finger at my face. "Guards! Seize her! How dare you show your filthy, murderous face here!"

I paused, looking at her like she was an insect. "Corina, did your etiquette tutors never teach you that pointing at your betters is bad manners?"

"Betters?!" Corina shrieked, laughing hysterically. "You're a wolfless defect! You have no beast, no rank, and no shame! You're garbage!"

The surrounding guests began to murmur, sneering at my jumpsuit.

Denise immediately clutched her stomach, collapsing against Clemens with theatrical tears streaming down her cheeks. "Clemens... my stomach hurts... Carleigh, I know you hate me, but must you destroy your father's happiness on our special night?"

"Security!" Clemens bellowed, veins bulging on his neck. "Tear this crazy bitch apart and throw her into the deepest hole in the territory!"

Four heavily armed pack enforcers lunged at me from both sides.

I calmly reached into my pocket, pulled out the crumpled parchment, and snapped it open in mid-air.

"Open your blind eyes and look," my voice rang out, sharp as a silver blade. "A sovereign blood oath, certified by the Elder Council!"

The nearest elder in the crowd squinted at the glowing golden stamp, choking on his breath. "That... that's the Lynn Pack Sovereign Seal!"

Clemens ripped the parchment from my hand. As his eyes scanned the names, his entire body seized as if struck by lightning.

"Jonah Lynn..." Clemens stammered, his voice barely a whisper. "You... you mated with the Supreme Alpha?!"

The ballroom erupted into chaotic gasps. Corina's face twisted in pure, venomous jealousy.

I snatched the document back and slapped it against Clemens’s chest. "So, dear father... who's the crazy one now?"

Footsteps echoed from the entrance. The temperature in the room plummeted.

Jonah Lynn emerged from the shadows.