My Rouge Luna

Chapter 7

What in the Entire Fuck

Carlos’s P.O.V.

The realization of what I’d just done hit me like a punch to the chest. My grip on Selma loosened, and I set her down gently. Her eyes shimmered with equal parts hurt and confusion, but I couldn’t face that now. That wound would have to wait.

I had bigger problems.

If I turned back toward that stranger — that woman — and locked eyes with her again, I knew I’d be lost. Weak. She had my brother, and nothing, not even the strange pull of destiny, came before Xavier.

I straightened my back, squared my shoulders, and forced steel into my voice.

“Listen, ladies,” I growled through clenched teeth. “This doesn’t have to turn bloody. Let my brother up from that table, take those godforsaken silver chains off him, and we can sit down like civilized people. We’ll talk about your demands, why you came here, who the hell you are — all of it. But first, release. My. Brother.”

The room fell into tense silence. My claws were itching to extend, every muscle ready to spring, but I prayed they would listen.

Finally, the one with the commanding presence — the stranger whose gaze threatened to undo me — spoke.

“Aaliyah, let him up.”

The other woman snapped her head toward her, outrage twisting her features.

“What? Christa, are you insane? He’s our only leverage! The second I take those chains off, they’ll kill us. Absolutely not.”

Christa’s tone was calm but lethal. “Aaliyah. Do what I said. If anyone dies in this room, it won’t be us.”

The clash of steel on stone echoed as the silver chains clattered to the floor. The acrid stench of burnt flesh filled the air, Javier’s skin searing from prolonged contact with the metal. I didn’t turn until I heard the final chain fall away.

With a sharp nod, I motioned to Ricardo and Ramiro. They moved instantly, lifting Javier’s limp form from the table. Relief shuddered through me at the faint but steady rise and fall of his chest.

“Take him to the car,” I ordered. My voice was steady, but my hands were trembling with restrained rage. “I’ve got unfinished business here.”

Selma’s voice cut through the haze, shrill with panic.

“Carlos, what’s going on? Why aren’t we killing them? Why aren’t we leaving?” She pulled at my arm, desperate. “Hello? Carlos! Do you not hear me talking to you?”

I heard every word. But none of it mattered. Her touch felt wrong now — like betrayal. Standing in the same room as Selma was betrayal to the beautiful stranger staring me down. My loyalty, my instincts, my wolf — all of it shifted toward her.

I looked her dead in the eyes. “So. Let’s talk.”

She smiled, a deadly curve of lips that carried history in it.

“Hello, handsome. My name is Christa. Until you walked into this room, my only purpose in life was to find you and kill you. And believe me — I’ve looked for you for a very, very long time. Of course, I didn’t always know who I was searching for. But now?” Her eyes darkened, voice dropping to a knife’s edge. “Now I do. You’re mine.”

Confusion tightened my chest. “Christa, who the hell do you think I am? Who sent you to kill me?”

She closed the distance between us, each step deliberate.

“Maybe this will help you.” Her voice was venom wrapped in silk. “My name is Christa Marie Blanco. My father’s name was Enrique Raul Blanco. And you—” her voice cracked into a roar, “—you killed my mother!”

Before I could even form a response, she lunged. Selma’s gun cracked, the silver bullet striking Christa square in the chest. She dropped hard, her body convulsing as the poison surged through her veins before she went still.

The doors slammed open. Ricardo, Ramiro, and a half-healed Javier stormed in, grabbing the other two women. Aaliyah and Serenity fought back hard, but they were overwhelmed and knocked unconscious.

Three women — three dangerous enemies — lay sprawled unconscious on the floor before me. My heart thundered, but my orders came out cold and sharp.

“Get them in the car. Take them back to the compound. If one mark, one bruise is left on her—” I pointed directly at Christa’s motionless body, “—I’ll kill every man in this room myself.”

The twins froze, eyes wide. They’d never heard me speak with such conviction. But I was their Alpha, and I meant every word.

I turned and strode out, nearly running. My lungs burned. My head spun. Christa Marie Blanco. The daughter of the old Alpha. The girl I thought was long dead — gone with her mother on the night of the m******e.

If she was alive, what else had I been lied to about? Was the old Alpha still alive too? And more importantly — who was setting me up for Luna Anna’s murder?

The questions circled me like wolves, snapping at my heels.

Behind me, Selma’s footsteps followed, her voice sharp and insistent, demanding answers. But she no longer mattered. Not now.

I needed the truth. And there was only one place left to get it — from an ancient wolf who had been there the night it all went down.

When we returned to the compound, I ordered the girls locked in the cells beneath the pack house. Xavier shadowed me, his voice low and urgent, insisting we needed to talk. I brushed him off with a wave of my hand.

There would be time for that later.

Right now, I needed answers.