CHAPTER ELEVEN: The Battle line has been drawn

Rosa’s POV

The mirror showed a version of me I hated. Not because I was ugly far from it. My face still held power. My lips could still charm. My eyes could still lie. But behind all of that, I saw weakness. And weakness made me sick.

Dickson was slipping away again. Not to another strong she-wolf. But to Daisy. Again. The same woman who had taken everything from me once already.

I picked up the burner phone again and pressed redial. “Send the photos. I want her shaken. I want her paranoid.”

The voice on the other end responded, “Already done. She’ll find it on her doorstep by morning.”

“Good,” I said. “It’s time she remembered who’s really watching.”

I hung up and dropped the phone into the drawer, locking it. This wasn’t about love anymore. This was about control. And control was everything.

The next day, I arrived at the estate early. The guards stood straighter when they saw me. They feared me. I liked that. Fear was honest.

“Report,” I said to my assistant, Maya.

Maya handed me a slim tablet. “Dickson is tracking Daisy again. He saw the kids two days ago.”

“Did he talk to them?”

“No. But he suspects.”

I nodded. “He always does. But his suspicions mean nothing without proof.”

Maya hesitated. “There’s more.”

“Speak.”

“He confronted Daisy in public. They argued. He asked for a DNA test.”

I laughed. “He still believes in tests? That man needs to wake up.”

Maya stayed quiet. That was smart.

“Schedule a meeting,” I said. “With our lab contact. I want samples. I don’t care how you get them. But I want those kids' DNA.”

“Yes, ma’am.

I sat in my study. The fire cracked softly. On my desk sat a photo of me and Dickson from years ago. Back when things were easy. Before Daisy. Before everything changed.

I opened my journal and started writing.

To destroy a queen, you take her crown first. Then her court. Then her children.

She took your crown. Now take her court.

Dickson was her court.

But he was difficult. Too emotional. Too confused.

So I needed proof. Real or fake didn’t matter.

Only the result mattered.

The next day, I visited a house outside Ridgewood. Inside was Fallon, a man who owed me. He handed me a folder.

Photos. Edited ones. Daisy with other men. Holding vials. Passing children to strangers.

“That’s it?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Add clinic reports. Fake mental records. Make her look unstable. I want it tonight.”

He agreed.

Later, I called Lycan. He had sent me a smug message earlier: You’re losing him.

I called. “Why are you watching Dickson?”

He laughed. “Because it’s fun.”

“Careful,” I warned. “That kind of fun can end badly.”

“You still want him,” he said.

I hung up. Lycan was irritating, but I might still need him.

At the underground lab, Dr. Elric gave me results.

“The blood samples match, but not fully,” he said. “We can’t confirm without direct samples.”

“Then fake the confirmation,” I snapped. “Make it say they’re his kids. Make it look like Daisy lied.”

He nodded.

The fake files were ready. Rumors spread fast.

“Daisy lied about the children.”

“She’s not stable.”

Exactly what I wanted.

Then Dickson came to my house.

He barged in. “You’re spreading lies.”

“Or truths you’re afraid to believe?” I smiled.

“You made fake reports.”

“Did I? Or are you scared because you know she’s lying?”

He clenched his fists.

“She broke me first,” I said softly.

“This isn’t justice.”

“No,” I said. “It’s revenge.”

After he left, I felt empty. Not because I lost. But because he looked at me with pity. Not hate. Not love. Just pity.

I threw my glass at the wall. The sound echoed.

I stood on the balcony. The pack below didn’t know it yet, but things were changing. I had more to do.

So I called Fallon again. “Set up a public meeting. Daisy and Dickson. I want her to confess everything. I want the pack to hear.”

“That could be dangerous.”

“Do it anyway.”

Next, I met with the elders.

I gave them the folder. They flipped through.

“Is this real?” one asked.

“Does it matter?” I said. “People already believe it.”

They scheduled a hearing.

That evening, Maya returned. “She’s moved again. With Lycan. Took the kids. We don’t know where.”

“Find them,” I growled. “No matter what.”

I watched the night from above. Daisy thought she had escaped. But she had no idea what was coming.

And this time, I wouldn’t stop until she lost everything.

I will make sure I expose all her ordeals.

She thinks she's smart, not smart alone, to see how she will be punished for everything she has lied about.

I will make sure Dickson takes his eyes totally off her.

But to be very candid, he had been really self centered right from the beginning, he doesn't really know what he truly wants.

Dickson is totally confused because he loved Her due to her curves, busty breasts and everything else.

But it has been really painful for me.

I don't know what else to offer to him, I don't know what to do for him to know the amount of sacrifices have made.

My pains, my tears, everything Dickson took it all for granted and this time around, I won't back down, I will expose everything to anyone related to her.

I will make sure She pays for all the wrongs she has done for me.

This is war.