Spoiled By My Ex-Mate Uncle

Chapter 2

SKYLAR_POV

Five years.

Five years since that night when my world had shattered into a million irreparable pieces. Five years since I had been banished, broken, left with nothing but the life growing inside me and the crushing weight of betrayal.

But now?

Now, I was no longer Skylar Ravenwood—the weak, discarded omega who had been thrown away like trash.

Now, I was Skylar Salvador—heiress to the most powerful family in the region, CEO of my own empire, and mother to the most precious pup in the world. The weak, pitiful omega who had been cast out was gone. In her place stood an Alpha, a woman who had clawed her way out of hell with nothing but her own two hands.

And I had risen from the ashes like a goddamn phoenix.

The office was silent except for the steady hum of the air conditioning and the faint click of my keyboard as I worked. The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a sprawling kingdom of neon and steel—mine in every way that mattered. My workers had left hours ago, but sleep was a luxury I rarely indulged in. Not when there was still a deal to secure, a project to finalize. The Acheron project loomed over me —the most lucrative deal in the city, one that every elite family had been fighting tooth and nail to secure. A beast I intended to conquer no matter the cost.

My phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up with the name I had been ignoring for the past hour.

Jessica.

I clenched my jaw, my fingers twitching with the urge to throw the damn thing across the room. My so-called foster sister —the former heiress of the Salvador family, the woman who had spent every waking moment since my return trying to sabotage me.

Because in her eyes, I had stolen her life.

The phone kept ringing, the shrill sound grating against my nerves. I exhaled sharply, my patience wearing thin, before finally snatching it up and pressing it to my ear.

"What?!" I snapped, my voice sharp enough to cut glass.

Jessica’s panicked voice crackled through the line, nearly drowned out by the thumping bass of loud music in the background. "Skylar! You—you need to come get me! There are these men—they said I owe them money and they won’t let me leave—"

I rolled my eyes, already done with this conversation. "That sounds like a you problem. You’re not a child, Jessica."

"Skylar, please!" Her voice pitched higher, desperate. "I—I know we’re the same age, but you’re still older by a few months! You can’t just leave me here!"

A bitter laugh escaped me. "Watch me."

There was a pause, and then her tone shifted, sharp and manipulative. "Fine. Then I’ll just tell Mom and Dad you refused to help me. That you let me get bullied because you couldn’t be bothered."

My grip tightened around the phone.

Goddess, I hate her.

Jessica knew exactly what she was doing. Our parents—the people who had taken me in, raised me, loved me when they learned I was their biological duaghter—still held a soft spot for her. And if she spun the right story, they’d believe her over me.

"Where are you?" I growled.

Her voice turned smug. "Red Lotus. Hurry, sister. They’re getting hands-y."

Of course she was at the most notorious underground werewolf den in the city.

0o00o0

Red Lotus was exactly the kind of place I avoided—loud, filthy, and reeking of desperation. The moment I stepped inside, the stench of cigar smoke, sweat, and cheap perfume assaulted my senses, thick enough to taste. Neon lights pulsed in time with the bass-heavy music, casting the club in garish hues of red and blue. Men laughed too loudly, drinks sloshing over the rims of their glasses, while women in barely-there outfits swayed on the dance floor, their movements calculated to draw attention.

I stood out like a sore thumb in my tailored pantsuit, my heels clicking against the sticky floor as I moved through the crowd. My presence alone seemed to shift the energy in the room—men’s eyes darkened with hunger as they raked over me, their gazes lingering on the curve of my hips, the swell of my chest. The women, meanwhile, glared with open hostility, as if my very existence had stolen their spotlight.

I ignored them all, my expression cold as I scanned the room for Jessica.

Then I heard it—her voice, high-pitched and faux-distressed, coming from a shadowed booth in the back.

I moved toward it, my steps deliberate, my blood already simmering with irritation.

And there she was.

Jessica, sandwiched between three men, their hands roaming over her in a way that made my skin crawl. But the second she spotted me, her panic evaporated, replaced by something far more calculating.

"Skylar!" She wriggled free, darting behind me like a coward. "Pay them, quickly!"

The men’s attention snapped to me, their eyes glinting with something far more dangerous than lust.

The tallest of them—a brute with a scar running down his cheek—leaned forward, his grin revealing yellowed teeth. "Well, well. If it isn’t the famous Salvador heiress."

I didn’t flinch. "How much does she owe you?"

The man chuckled, exchanging glances with his friends. "Money’s not the issue anymore, sweetheart." His gaze dragged down my body. "You are."

Jessica whimpered behind me. "Just do what they say!"

I ignored her. "Name your price."

The man smirked. "One drink. That’s all. You take a shot with us, and your little sister walks free."

I almost laughed.

Alcohol didn’t affect me like it did others. My wolf burned through toxins faster than most. One drink? I could handle that.

"Fine."

I grabbed the glass he shoved toward me, the liquid inside murky and suspicious. But I didn’t hesitate. I threw it back, the burn of cheap whiskey scraping down my throat.

The second the glass hit the table, the room tilted.

My vision blurred.

The men’s laughter turned in my ears, sharp, mocking.

"Oops," one of them crooned. "Looks like the Salvador heiress is not so tough after all."

My foster sister stepped into view, her lips full of concern. "Oh no, Skylar, are you alright?"

But her eyes? Her eyes were laughing!

Bitch.

This had been her plan all along.

I tried to snarl, to shift, to fight—but my limbs were leaden, my wolf sluggish under the weight of whatever they’d drugged me with.

Rough hands grabbed me.

One groped my breast, his fingers digging in painfully. Another slid up my thigh, his breath hot against my neck. The third wrapped a hand around my throat, his grip just shy of crushing.

Revulsion burned through me, but my body wouldn’t obey.

Then the world lurched as one of them threw me over his shoulder, my head swimming as they carried me deeper into the club, away from the noise, away from witnesses.

Jessica’s voice followed me, sweet and mocking.

"Have fun, sister."