Their Barren Luna

2: Into The Alpha's Den

His mansion is so big that I almost got my mind lost just from looking at it.

This is my first time coming here. My brother is always here, but I have never stepped foot inside—ever since I grew up and found him here, he warned me never to set my leg in this place.

And yet, here I am.

And I’m not going back. Even if my brother tries to stop me.

Because I can already imagine the kind of money I’ll make from scamming Alpha Ronan.

As soon as I get the money, I’ll pack my bags, run away to my dream country—London—and never come back.

Guards walk around the compound, their attention turning toward me. I keep deliberately swaying my body, making sure every curve catches their eyes. If I can scam them before I even get to the Alpha, even better.

But it seems they’re just looking without making any move.

Just as I’m about to enter the main door, a guard steps in front of me.

“The Alpha is with another she-wolf right now. Come back in the evening,” he says.

Hmm. So the Alpha is f*****g a she-wolf but still asked me to come? He must be a b***h. Well, I’ve never had s*x, and I never will. I’ll scam him the same way I always do.

“He asked me to come now,” I reply sharply, raising my hand toward his face like I’m about to slap him—but then lowering it to lift my breasts instead, tilting my head.

He stares at me for a few moments before saying, “Wait here,” and walking off.

Within moments, he returns with another guard and instructs me to follow him.

I’m led through the mansion. Inside, it’s even bigger than I imagined—full of endless corners. I could easily get lost here. After what feels like an eternity, he brings me to a woman, clearly a maid, judging by her uniform.

She’s dressed in a black dress with a high white collar and cuffs, a white apron with lace details, her dark hair in an updo under a white ruffled cap. She has a pleasant, gentle expression.

“I am Siya,” she says, circling me, scanning me from head to toe.

So this is the Siya Ethan told me to find.

“So you are the she-wolf Alpha Ethan talks about,” she adds.

Alpha Ethan? I echo the name in my head. What does she mean Alpha? Maybe it’s a slip of the tongue—working for an Alpha probably makes Alpha a regular word in her mouth.

“So, the rules are these,” she continues.

“The Alpha will f**k you after each round, with different personalities.”

I turn sharply to face her, because I don’t understand her stupidity.

“Don’t worry, I’ll explain,” she says, as if reading my thoughts.

I nod slowly.

“First, Alpha Ronan will f**k you. Depending on how many rounds he wants, he’ll give you one minute to rest. Then he’ll go inside, change his hair color or hair style, and come back to f**k you again. Then, after that round, he’ll go inside again, change something else, and come back for the third time. Each time is a different personality.’”

She finishes with a heavy breath, like she’s been talking for hours without water.

What kind of nonsense is that? Why wouldn’t he just do it all at once without changing? That’s what I want to ask, but I keep quiet. It doesn’t matter—nothing will happen between me and him anyway. I’ll make him snore and then vanish.

“Okay,” I say flatly, staring at her in disbelief.

Hmm. Who knows—maybe he’s doing some deadly ritual that requires that. Either way, not with me.

Suddenly, she sniffs the air near me, then gives me a suspicious look.

“What?” I ask.

“Are you wolfless?” she says, stepping closer.

My heart skips. Alpha Ronan hates wolfless and humans.

“I… I am not wolfless. I have my wolf,” I manage to say, forcing the words out.

“But I can’t smell it. You don’t have a scent,” she says.

“Because I got attacked and my wolf got hurt. She’s silent for now,” I managed to lied.

She laughs before speaking again.

“I have some advice for you. If you are wolfless, you’d better turn and leave now. Alpha Ronan hates wolfless. If you get caught, you’ll end up like all those women who were dragged before the whole pack and had their heads cut off. That’s what happens to wolfless who step inside this building. It’s forbidden for them. They risk their lives just to get f****d by the Alpha.”

I stare at her as she talks. I’ve never had s*x in my life, so why would I crave a man’s c**k? I don’t even know what it means when she-wolves go into heat. Besides, I find it disgusting.

“May I know why he hates wolfless?” I ask, genuinely curious.

She says nothing at first, picking up a glass from a tray on the table and walking toward me.

“Because a wolfless omega was behind his father’s death,” she finally says, handing me the tray.

“This is the Alpha’s drink. Don’t let him tell you to remove your clothes before you do so. And don’t greet him.”

I open my mouth to speak, but she stops me, raising her hand toward the hallway.

“Go straight. The first room you see—enter. And don’t knock. Just go in.”

I nod and start walking. I check behind me—no one is watching. I smile, pull my pill from my bag, and drop it into the drink, mixing it well.

“This will be an easy task,” I whisper to myself.

The first door I see is fancy—more expensive-looking than the others.

I open it slightly, remembering not to knock.

Inside, I see him.

Sitting on a couch, smoking a cigarette.

He’s shirtless, wearing simple blue jeans. His muscular physique is covered in intricate, dark tattoos with swirling patterns across his torso and arms. His chest is broad and powerful. His long, straight, silver-white hair is tied back in a high ponytail.

His expression is cold, his light-colored eyes striking and sharp.

I find myself trembling, the tray in my hand shaking.

And then he turns his gaze on me.