The Wolf Within Her

Chapter 10- Luna In The Light

The maids came knocking softly at my door, announcing the celebration. My stomach fluttered, a mixture of nerves and curiosity. I didn’t need to ask what the celebration was for—I had already heard the whispers. Mario had successfully taken down his rival’s pack. The news had spread fast, and now the house was filled with anticipation.

I stood in my room, hands on my waist, staring down at the array of dresses the maids had brought. My fingers grazed the fabrics one by one.

“No… not this one.” I shook my head. “No… not this.”

Then my eyes landed on a deep red gown, its long sleeves flowing elegantly. My heart skipped a beat. Not only was it beautiful, but the sleeves were long enough to cover the claw marks Lucy had left on my arm earlier. Relief and pride mixed in my chest.

“Yes… this one.” I pointed with conviction.

The maid smiled, handing me the dress. Her movements were careful, respectful, almost reverent, as if she already knew how this night would go. I changed quickly, pulling the dress over my shoulders and smoothing it down. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the reflection staring back—elegant, poised, and untouchable.

I took a deep breath and walked downstairs, each step measured and graceful. The hall had already begun to fill with guests, men and women invited by Mario to celebrate the victory. I could feel dozens of eyes on me, dozens of silent judgments and whispers brushing past my skin like invisible knives.

“She’s… whose Alpha’s daughter is that? She looks so beautiful,” I caught one voice murmuring.

Another said, almost with envy, “I wish I could have her.”

I lifted my chin, holding myself steady. Mario’s gaze met mine from across the hall. His eyes were sharper than usual, but there was something warmer in them today—something that softened the usual edge of darkness he carried.

Rose was at my side, giving me a small, encouraging smile. Her presence steadied me more than I could admit.

Then I saw her. Lucy. Standing among the crowd, beside a man who was undoubtedly her father. Her eyes locked on me, filled with disgust. She swirled her wine in her hand, slow and deliberate, as if to show me that she could not care less about my presence.

I froze for just a second, feeling the old sting of fear and resentment rise, but Rose’s hand on my arm reminded me to keep moving.

Then Rose’s voice rang out, clear and confident:

“This is the Luna! Mario’s Luna!”

The hall went silent for a heartbeat. And then… whispers of awe began to ripple through the crowd. Those who didn’t belong to the BlackFang Pack were clearly impressed. They had no idea that I was wolfless, that beneath the elegant exterior and the proud posture, I had no awakened wolf of my own.

Mario stepped forward, his voice smooth, commanding. He had made it clear to everyone in his pack that my wolfless status was not to be discussed with anyone that’s not a member of the BlackFang pack, a warning carefully hidden in his casual tone. The crowd murmured again, this time with respect, and some with envy.

I felt my pulse quicken as I walked closer to Mario, each step bolstered by the faint warmth of his gaze. He reached for my hand, and I felt it slip into his like it belonged there. His smile was different today—softer, yet still commanding, the kind that made the world feel smaller, as if only the two of us existed in that room.

For a moment, I allowed myself to breathe. To feel… like maybe I belonged here, even if the pack still whispered doubts and glared in judgment.