A Luna made in silence

Chapter 2: The Unexpected Encounter

Chapter 2: The Unexpected Encounter.

My heart dropped, panic surging through me. “What? No, Mom! I’m not ready. I can’t go.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry, love. We don’t have a choice. You have to go with him. Pack your things and be ready to come downstairs in 15 minutes.”

I couldn’t breathe. The thought of leaving behind everything I knew, the thought of marrying someone I didn’t even love... It was too much. My chest tightened as I felt the tears coming, but I held them back. I couldn’t break down now. I had to stay strong. For what, I wasn’t sure yet, but I couldn’t give up.

I gathered the strength to start packing my things, all the while wondering if I’d ever get the chance to escape. Maybe, if I was lucky, I could slip away once I got to the palace. But for now, I had no choice.

I showered quickly, throwing on some clothes, and then went downstairs. When I stepped into the living room, I saw him.

A man with an eye patch, standing tall and imposing by the door. He was talking to my dad, his voice low and confident. I cleared my throat, hoping to get their attention.

The man looked up at me and his eyes widened slightly. I felt a strange pull in my chest as our gazes locked. He was... breathtaking. Even with the eye patch, there was something ruthless about him. Something dangerous.

He stepped forward. "Miss Amirah Anderson," he said, his voice smooth, "I’m here to pick you up. By the Alpha King’s order."

The Alpha King? My eyes widened. This couldn’t be him, could it? I had imagined him to be… different. More… imposing. But the man in front of me wasn’t what I expected.

"Wait," I said, confused. "You’re not the Alpha King."

He gave a small, knowing smile. “No, Miss Amirah. I am Beta Razer Slade, at your service."

I blinked, feeling a little embarrassed. "Oh, I thought..." I trailed off, feeling my cheeks heat up.

He chuckled softly, as though he could read my thoughts. "Don't worry, Miss Amirah. If you don’t mind, we should go now."

I turned to my parents, my heart heavy. I hugged them both, saying my goodbye, though I didn’t know if it would be forever. Razer packed my things into the car, and we drove in silence, the miles stretching on.

When we finally reached the palace, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The house was massive, towering over everything around it. I stepped out of the car and followed Razer, my breath catching in my throat as we walked through the gates.

The inside of the house was just as breathtaking. Everything was polished, beautiful, and elegant. I had never seen anything like it before.

“Follow me, Miss Amirah,” Razer said, his voice as calm as ever. He led me to a room that was beyond anything I could have imagined. “This room is yours.”

I nodded, my eyes wide with awe. But before I could process anything, I couldn’t help but think: This is my chance.

As soon as Razer left the room, I decided to make my escape. I crept out, heart pounding. But as I was making my way down the stairs, my foot slipped, and before I could hit the ground, someone caught me by the waist. A hand suddenly grabbed my waist.

My heart leapt into my throat. Fear wrapped itself around me so tightly that I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting the worst.

“Nothing is going to happen. You can open your eyes now, Miss Amirah.”

I knew that voice.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and found Razer standing behind me, his hands still hovering at my waist like he wasn’t sure if he should let go or not. He was looking down at me, his lips curved in a faint smile. Up close, he was… cute. No—hot. Extremely hot.

Oh my God. Did I really just think that?

I barely even knew him. And worse, I was married—to someone else.

I was still lost in my thoughts, shamelessly staring at Razer, when a deep growl echoed through the hall. It was low, dangerous, and filled with pure anger.

Razer stiffened instantly. He turned his head toward the sound, his face draining of color. In a panic, he quickly let go of me and stepped back.

“Alpha King?”

What?

The Alpha King was here?

I thought he wasn’t supposed to arrive until noon.

My heart pounded as I slowly looked in the direction of the growl.

Oh.

My.

God.

The man standing there had broad shoulders, a powerful build, and an aura that made the entire room feel smaller. He was tall, intimidating… and unfairly attractive.

Wait.

This was the Alpha King?

I had imagined an old, ugly, smelly man someone terrifying in a completely different way. But this man? He was young. Handsome. Deadly handsome.

My legs suddenly felt weak.

Why did people say he was ugly?

Honestly, I didn’t care anymore. He was cute as hell.

Another growl tore through the room, this time directed straight at Razer.

Before I could even process what was happening, the Alpha King moved. One second he was standing there, and the next, Razer was slammed against the wall with so much force that the sound echoed.

The Alpha King grabbed Razer by the neck, lifting him slightly off the ground.

“Do you wish to die?” he asked coldly.

“No, my King,” Razer choked. “I was only”

“Shut the f**k up.”

Razer struggled to breathe as the Alpha King tightened his grip.

“How dare you touch my woman.”

My woman?

I froze.

I didn’t even realize I was shouting until the word tore out of my mouth. “Stop!”

Everything went silent.

The Alpha King loosened his grip and slowly turned his head to look at me. One eyebrow lifted slightly, his sharp eyes scanning my face.

Shit.

Why did he raise his eyebrow like that?

Why did he look so… cute?

God, Amirah, stop.

Without another word, he released Razer completely and stepped toward me. Before I could react, he bent down and lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing.

I gasped, but no sound came out.

Too shocked to protest, I let him carry me toward the stairs and into a room upstairs. He kicked the door open and gently placed me on the bed.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

He walked over to the wardrobe, pulled out a plain white T-shirt, and handed it to me.

“Take it.”

“Take what?” I asked, confused.

He growled.

“I said take it. I don’t like my woman smelling like another man.”

My cheeks burned, but I took the shirt from him.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked.

“The bathroom?” he repeated. “Can’t you change here?”

“What? Change here? I can’t do that!”

Why does he growl so much? Is he bipolar or something?

Without waiting for his response, I found the bathroom myself. I quickly changed into the oversized T-shirt and stepped back into the room.

He was reading something when I came out. I coughed lightly to get his attention.

He looked up, then immediately stood and went back to the wardrobe. He grabbed a pair of trousers and handed them to me.

“Wear this. Your laps are showing, and I don’t like it.”

I stared at the trousers. “Will this even fit me? It looks big.”

He smirked.

Sexy smirk.

“Do you want other men staring at your legs like you’re meat?”

I swallowed hard and changed into the trousers. When I came out, they were so big it felt like I was drowning in fabric.

He looked at me, nodded once, clearly satisfied.

“Follow me.”

“To where?” I asked.

He glared at me like I’d asked the dumbest question in the world.

“Just follow me and stop asking questions.”

I followed him downstairs. The hall was filled with men and women wearing uniforms. Servants, maybe.

“Listen, everyone!” he announced.

They all went silent.

“I want to introduce you to Amirah Anderson. She is now the Queen of this kingdom and will rule beside me.”

Oh.

Right.

I was married to him.

Everyone clapped as he finished his speech. Without waiting, he turned and headed back upstairs.

I followed him, but before I knew it, I bumped straight into his hard back.

He sighed. “Why are you following me?”

“I’m not. I was going to the room,” I replied.

He sighed again. “Fine. Go to the room and wait for me.”

“Wait—why are we sharing the same bed?” I asked.

“Because you’re my wife now,” he said simply.

“That’s not true!”

He facepalmed himself. “Why do you like arguing? It’s annoying.”

“Are you shouting at me?”

My voice broke. Tears threatened to fall.

I ran to the room before he could see me cry and threw myself onto the bed.

“Arrrgh!” I screamed, not from pain, but frustration. “Why me?”

Exhaustion eventually pulled me into sleep.

When I woke up, my throat was dry. I quietly opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

I needed water.

But where the heck was the kitchen?

As I walked, I passed a room with the door slightly open. Strange sounds came from inside—soft moans, whispers, and heavy breathing. Curiosity pulled me closer.

I peeked inside.

A man was kissing a woman like his life depended on it. The woman was making strange sounds, almost like she was crying.

My heart stopped.

Because the man looked painfully familiar.

What the f**k.

Guess who I just saw…. I saw Razer kissing a girl like his life depended on it.

They were hidden in the darkest corner of the courtyard, shadows clinging to them as if protecting their secret. I couldn’t see the girl’s face clearly—it was too dark—but I saw Razer’s face perfectly. His eyes were closed, his hands tight around her waist, pulling her closer as if the world would end if he let go.

It felt as though Razer sensed me.

Even though I might not have a wolf, I knew enough about werewolves to understand that they could sense another’s presence. The girl suddenly froze and lifted her head, her gaze snapping directly to where I was standing.

My heart skipped.

I stepped out of my hiding place when I noticed they were both staring at me.

“Y-your Majesty,” Razer said, instantly releasing the girl and dropping to one knee. “I… I ”

“It’s okay, Razer,” I said softly, lifting my hand. “There’s no need to explain.”

They both looked surprised.

“But quick question,” I added, forcing a calm smile. “Is she your mate?”

They exchanged a glance, something unspoken passing between them, before Razer finally answered.

“No, Your Majesty. She’s my girlfriend.”

“Oh,” I said, nodding. “That’s okay. You can continue what you were doing. Act like I wasn’t here at all.”

I smiled brightly, turned on my heel, and ran away before either of them could say another word before the strange ache in my chest could grow any stronger.

Onyx Nightshade’s POV

When I saw Razer holding her waist, something inside me snapped.

My wolf growled violently, rage flooding through my veins. My wolf’s name is Blood Yes, I know it’s a strange name but Blood lives for violence.