"It all started when Brielle first arrived at the packhouse, all those years ago. I knew, from the moment I saw her, that she was destined to be your mate, Darius."

Seraphine paused, her lips curling into a sneer as she leveled her gaze at Brielle. "And I couldn't have that. You were mine, Darius. My alpha, my everything. So, I decided to take care of the problem before it could truly begin."

Brielle's stomach churned with a sickening realization. "The poisoning," she breathed, her voice laced with horror.

Seraphine nodded, her expression twisted into a macabre grin. "Exactly. I slipped a little something extra into your breakfast that morning,...