Chapter 115

••• Victoria’s POV ••• It began not with a howl—but a scent. The signature blend of black currant, sandalwood, and jasmine hit the market in a quiet surge, spreading like wildfire. Whispers turned into excitement, and excitement turned into obsession. The scent belonged to me—Victoria of the Palemane Claws Pack. If someone had told me months ago that I’d one day watch my name trend globally, I would’ve cried and begged the Moon Goddess for it to be true. But here I was, standing in the middle of my office, staring at the screen as order numbers climbed faster than I could breathe. "We hit it," Oli said breathlessly, her eyes wide as she held up her phone. "You just outsold every launch on the platform. You're number one." My hand flew to my chest. The numbers weren’t just rising—they were exploding—millions in sales. Thousands of comments were flooding in. The scent that nearly got me laughed off the boardroom table was now a phenomenon. My new perfume line—Reborn—had sold out within h