His Rogue Luna and the Secret Heir

Chapter2

FIVE YEARS GONE

Kiera's POV

The roar of my Harley beneath me was the only thing that made sense anymore. I leaned into the turn, the asphalt rushing past in a blur of gray and black. Wind whipped through my hair, tied it back in a tight braid. My leather cut, the sacred colors of the Iron Valkyries MC, pressed against my shoulders like armor.

"Ghostwolf, you're pushing too hard!" Mika's voice crackled through my earpiece.

I ignored her. The finish line was a quarter mile ahead, and the Viper crew was gaining on my left. Five years. Five years since that night. Five years since I stopped being Luna and became someone else entirely.

Someone harder. Colder. Someone who survived. My bike screamed as I opened the throttle wider. The engine's fury matched the wolf inside me, always prowling, always ready to tear free. But I'd learned control. Had to. For Kai.

God, Kai.

I crossed the finish line three seconds ahead of the Vipers. Tires screeched as I brought my bike to a stop, adrenaline still pumping through my veins.

"Hell yeah!" Jess ran toward me, her blonde hair wild under her bandana. "That's our girl! That's our Ghostwolf!"

The nickname had stuck after my first ride with them. They'd seen my eyes glow gold in the dark, seen the way I moved, faster and stronger than any human should. But they never asked questions. That was the beauty of the MC life. Your past stayed buried as long as you earned your place. And I had earned mine.

"Twenty grand." Tank, our treasurer, grinned as he waved the envelope. "This keeps the landlords off our backs for six months."

Six months. That's all we ever had. Six months of breathing room before the next crisis, the next threat, the next scramble for survival.

But it was enough. It had to be.

"Where's Kai?" I pulled off my helmet, scanning the crowd.

"With Rosie. Safe." Mika squeezed my shoulder. "Kid's probably eating his third ice cream by now."

My heart squeezed. Kai. My son. My everything. The memory hit me like it always did, sharp and unforgiving.

Five years ago, the pain had been unbearable.

I'd given birth in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by strangers who didn't understand what was happening. A human midwife with kind eyes and shaking hands. Jax, the MC president who'd found me that night, pacing outside like a caged animal.

"Push, honey. One more push."

I'd screamed. My wolf had screamed. The Alpha energy in my baby had burned through me like wildfire.

And then I'd heard it.

His cry.

Small. Perfect. Alive.

"It's a boy."

They'd placed him on my chest, this tiny creature with wisps of dark hair and eyes that glowed faint gold even then. Alpha eyes. Rylan's eyes.

But he was mine. Only mine.

"What's his name?" Jax had asked, his rough voice softer than I'd ever heard.

"Kai." The name had come to me like a whisper. "It means victorious."

Because we'd survived. Against everything, we'd survived.

"Kiera." Mika's voice pulled me back. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I forced a smile. "Just tired."

Liar. I was always tired. Tired of running? Tired of hiding. Tired of looking over my shoulder, waiting for the day Ironfang found me. But they wouldn't. They couldn't. I'd covered my tracks too well. Changed my scent with human perfumes. Stayed away from pack territories. Built a life in the human world where wolves didn't dare tread.

"Come on," Jess looped her arm through mine. "Let's celebrate. You just won us six months of peace."

The clubhouse was loud and chaotic when we arrived. Music blasted from speakers. Beer flowed freely. My crew, my family, celebrated like we always did after a win.

These women had saved me. Fed me when I had nothing. Taught me to ride when I could barely stand. Protected Kai when the world felt too dangerous.

Jax appeared beside me, his gray beard streaked with black, his leather cut worn and weathered. President of the Iron Valkyries' brother club, the Steel Reapers. He'd been the one to find me that night, bleeding and broken in his camp.

"You rode well today," he said.

"Had to. We needed this."

"We always need it." He took a long drink of his beer. "But you took risks. Saw you cut through that gap at seventy. One wrong move and.."

"But I didn't." I met his eyes. "I never do."

He studied me for a long moment. "Your wolf's getting restless. I can see it."

"She's fine."

"Kiera." His voice dropped. "How long has it been since you shifted?"

Too long. Months. Maybe longer. Shifting meant losing control. Meant my wolf could take over, could run, could lead someone back to Kai. I couldn't risk it.

"I'm handling it."

"You're suffocating it. That's different." Jax's expression was stern. "One day, she's gonna break free whether you want her to or not. And when that happens.."

"Mom!"

Kai's voice cut through the noise like sunlight through clouds. He ran toward me, his dark hair bouncing, his smile wide and gap-toothed. Rosie followed behind, her weathered face soft with affection. I dropped to my knees and caught him, pulling him into my arms. He smelled like sugar and sunshine and home.

"Did you win?" he asked, his golden eyes bright with excitement.

"I did."

"I knew you would. You're the fastest." He threw his small arms around my neck. "You're the best mom ever."

My throat tightened. "And you're the best kid ever."

"Can we get pizza?"

I laughed, the sound rusty but real. "Yeah, baby. We can get pizza."

As I held him, I felt it. That flutter of alpha energy inside him, stronger every day. He was powerful. More powerful than he should be at four years old.

It terrified me. Because power like that didn't stay hidden. Eventually, someone would notice. Someone would come looking.

The celebration continued around us, but I couldn't shake the feeling crawling up my spine. Something was wrong.

"Kiera." Mika appeared, her face pale. "We need to talk. Outside."

My stomach dropped. I handed Kai to Rosie and followed Mika into the night. The air was cool, crisp. Normal. Except for the scent. Pine. Leather. Wild earth.

Wolf.

"They were here," Mika whispered. "On the cliffs during the race. Watching. Three of them."

My blood turned to ice. "You're sure?"

"I'm sure. And Kiera..." Her voice shook. "They smelled like a pack. Organized. Dangerous."

No. No, no, no.

I ran. Back to my bike. Through the streets. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode at that moment. The small house I shared with Kai came into view. Lights off. Door closed. Everything normal.

Except it wasn't. I killed the engine and dismounted, every sense on high alert. The scent hit me before I reached the porch.

Ironfang. They were inside. My hands trembled as I reached for the door. My wolf surged forward, fangs ready, claws extended beneath my skin. I pushed the door open. The living room was dark. Empty. But the scent was everywhere.. They'd been here. In my home. Near my son.

A piece of paper sat on the coffee table, folded once. I picked it up with shaking hands and opened it. Five words. Written in handwriting I recognized.

We know about the boy.

The paper slipped from my fingers. They'd found

me. After five years, Ironfang had found me. And they found out about Kai.