Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Apex

Chapter 2 - Eviction

Clara’s POV

I kept my foot pressed against the gas pedal, the tires humming against the dark, winding road leading to the Silver Pack estate. My hands gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. The hollow ache in my chest pulsed with every heartbeat, a constant reminder of the severed bond, but I forced myself to focus on the drive.

I pulled up to the heavy iron gates. Two night guards stood inside the security booth. Usually, they waved me through with a respectful nod. Tonight, they exchanged tight glances, their faces unreadable. One of them pressed the button to open the gates, keeping his eyes fixed on the desk as they pulled apart.

I drove past them, a cold sense of dread settling in my stomach.

I followed the long driveway and parked my sedan near the front steps. I cut the engine, grabbed my purse, and stepped out of the car.

The front doors of the mansion were propped wide open. Several maids hurried down the stone steps, carrying cardboard boxes, piles of clothes, and loose hangers. They dumped the items directly onto the paved driveway. I walked closer, staring in shock as I recognized my winter coats, my favorite dresses, and my books scattered across the pavement.

The last of my shock shattered, leaving a raw, burning humiliation in its place.

Liam, the head of pack security, stood near the doors with a clipboard in his hand. He directed the maids, pointing toward the growing pile of my belongings.

"Liam, what is going on?" I asked, my voice trembling as I walked up to him.

He turned around, his expression icy and dismissive. "We were given orders by David not to let you into the mansion," Liam stated, his tone flat. "We are bringing out your properties. You need to pack them and leave."

The harsh words knocked the remaining air from my lungs. I looked past him. The maids whispered to each other, their eyes darting toward me before looking away. A few of the younger staff members pointed at my tear-stained face, snickering under their breath.

The entire pack already knew David had thrown me out.

My hands shook. The urge to cry vanished, replaced by a freezing, sharp clarity. David thought he held all the power. He thought he could strip me of my dignity, toss my clothes into the dirt, and banish me from his territory.

He forgot who actually owned his assets.

I didn't argue with Liam. I walked over to the pile of my belongings and popped the trunk of my sedan. I picked up my clothes, shoving them into the backseat while ignoring the whispering staff members watching from the steps. I gathered my books, my shoes, and the small metal lockbox that held my private financial ledgers, tossing them all into the car.

Once the driveway was clear, I slammed my trunk shut.

I got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and steered the car away from the estate without looking back. As I drove through the open iron gates, I pulled my phone from my purse and dialed my broker, Marcus.

"Marcus, it's Clara," I said when he answered. "Pull all my private capital out of Silver Holdings. Transfer the estate land deeds to my shell company, Apex Real Estate."

"Are you sure?" Marcus asked, his voice laced with shock. "If you pull your safety nets, their infrastructure will collapse. They won't survive the next few years without you fixing their mistakes."

"I'm sure," I replied, steering my car onto the highway. "Let them rot.”