Rise of a Luna

Chapter 4

I searched his face, desperate to find mockery or deception. Instead, all I saw was certainty, cold and unwavering.

“What do you get out of this?” I asked carefully.

He moved with unsettling calm, taking a seat and crossing his legs as though we were discussing business, not fate. “Maybe you aren’t aware,” he said, his voice even, “but I am Alpha Nate Wolfe, heir of the Silver Fang.”

My heart slammed violently against my ribs.

Silver Fang.

My enemy. My rival. The pack responsible for my mother’s death.

Something inside me screamed to run, to get as far away from him as possible. Another voice—quieter but sharper—urged me to listen. To stay.

Before I could speak, he continued, his gaze darkening. “Your ex-fiancé is the reason my parents are gone. And I’ll stop at nothing to hunt him down.”

The room seemed to tilt.

Ace wasn’t just a traitor—he was a common enemy.

“Then why do you want to marry me?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. “What role do I play in all this?”

“A lot, angel.”

The word caught me off guard, sending an unwanted flutter through my chest. I hated that it affected me. I hated that, despite everything I knew about him, part of me listened closer.

“You have an important role to play,” he continued calmly, as if stating a fact already decided.

I shook my head. “Ace doesn’t love me. He never did. So how am I supposed to get vengeance?”

He studied me for a moment, as though weighing how much truth to give. “You have no idea how much power you hold,” he said. “Take my offer, and you’ll unlock potential you were never allowed to touch.”

He stood then, closing the distance between us. His presence was overwhelming, controlled, deliberate. His hands lifted to my cheeks—too close, too intimate—and my breath faltered despite myself.

“Ace has no idea what he’s lost,” he whispered.

I stepped back quickly, needing space, needing air. My emotions were a mess—anger, fear, confusion, and something else I refused to name. I didn’t trust him. I shouldn’t trust him. He was everything I’d been taught to hate.

And yet… he wasn’t wrong.

Ace had underestimated me. Everyone had.

I clenched my fists, my resolve hardening. I would take revenge. I would rise as a Luna. And just as they had made me cry, I would make them feel that same pain—slowly, deliberately.

“I’m sorry,” I said at last, forcing the words past the storm in my chest. “But I can’t take your offer. I need to leave.”

The guilt was crushing. Marrying him felt like betraying my mother’s memory. His pack had taken her from me, turning me into their rival long before I ever chose a side. I couldn’t ignore that truth, no matter how tempting his promise was.

He studied me for a moment, as if he had expected this. Then he nodded once.

“You know where to find me,” he said calmly, placing a card into my hand. “When you change your mind.”

His smile was confident, certain—not hopeful, but knowing. Without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving the room quiet once more.

I stared down at the card in my palm, my heart racing.

I told myself I’d never look for him.

But deep down, I feared he already knew I might.

I looked at the car as I sat in the back of the taxi, gripping the edge of the seat. The city blurred past the window, but my thoughts were fixed on the card still clenched in my hand: Wolfe’s Enterprise. His empire was massive—one of the biggest in the city. My father had always dreamed of a partnership with them, chasing wealth as though it could erase his mistakes. If only he had known they were the ones behind my mother’s death, the very reason our family had fallen into ruin.

The taxi pulled up in front of my home, and my legs felt like lead as I stepped out. My hands shook—not just from the ride, but from the weight of everything swirling in my mind: grief, guilt, rage, and the strange, dangerous pull that Wolfe represented.

As I approached the gate, bracing myself for my father’s scolding, my heart stopped. My luggage was sprawled across the front yard, scattered and ruined.

“What the hell…” I muttered, stepping closer, panic rising in my chest.

What are my bags doing here?” I asked the nearby staff, my voice trembling

The master asked to keep it here…” she said softly, her voice hesitant.

I looked around, my stomach twisting. Was my father chasing me out of the house? I tried to steady my breathing, but a creeping dread crawled up my spine.

Then, the sound of an engine roared through the driveway. My heart skipped. I turned, and there it was—his car, sleek and imposing. The doors opened, and he stepped down. Hatred and anger radiated off him like heat waves; every step he took made my pulse hammer faster.

“Father, pl—” I began, my voice trembling.

“Don’t ‘father’ me,” he snapped, cutting me off like a knife through the air. “I can’t bear to birth a disgrace.”

His words hit me like a physical blow. I stumbled backward. My father, the man who had once been my protector, my world… was disowning me.

“From this day onward, you are banned from this family. I have nothing to do with you,” he spat, his gaze cold and unyielding.

I froze, my chest tightening, the world narrowing to the jagged edge of his rejection.

“What… what?” I whispered, voice cracking. My heart shattered into pieces I didn’t think could mend.

“Please, Father…” I begged, tears stinging my eyes. “I have nowhere to go…”

But it was useless. His eyes didn’t soften. His expression didn’t change. My pleas fell into silence, swallowed by the vast emptiness between us.

Guards, throw her out. Make sure she never comes back,” my father’s cold voice ordered.

“Father, please… don’t do this,” I pleaded, my voice cracking with desperation. But he didn’t stop. He walked away, indifferent, leaving me at the mercy of the men surrounding me. Rough hands grabbed my arms, dragging me out of the house. My luggage hit the ground one by one, cracking and splintering on impact.

Thunder rumbled overhead, and the rain began to fall in heavy sheets. I didn’t even flinch. Letting the cold, relentless rain soak me felt almost cleansing, washing away the shame and the weight of my family’s betrayal. My life felt shattered—Ace had run it with lies, and now he was happy, expecting a child, while I stood here, broken and alone.

I shoved my hand into my pocket, fingers closing around the card Nate had given me. His words echoed: “You know where to find me.”

Without hesitation, I sprinted toward an open taxi door

II arrived at the towering building of Wolfe Enterprise, its glass walls rising like a fortress against the storm. Without thinking, I rushed inside like a madwoman, ignoring the stares and shocked whispers around me.

“Ma’am, stop—you can’t do this here,” a staff member said, grabbing my arm to pull me back.

“Let me go,” I cried, struggling against her hold. “I need to see him.” My chest burned with urgency. I had to see him. I had to tell him I accepted the offer. I was done being weak, done letting the people who made me cry walk free.

“Let her go.”

The deep, commanding voice cut through the chaos. I froze, then turned.

He stood there—calm, powerful, unshaken—watching me like he had been expecting this moment all along.

The staff immediately released me. I didn’t hesitate. I shoved past them and ran straight to him, rain-soaked, shaking, desperate but resolved.

“I accept,” I said breathlessly, lifting my chin to meet his gaze.

“I’ll marry you.”

In that moment, there was no turning back.