Hidden Heiress Luna

How It All Began

Savannah's Pov

The hum of the limousine was low and sweet, while my heart, inside, surely was not that smooth. I sank back in my seat to rest my weight on the plush leather and closed my eyes. The rain blurred everything outside the car, but within four walls of my mind stood each memory stark and well-defined.

For a moment, I closed my eyes and let memories of times far away from heartbreak and betrayal take my world with hope and dreams.

Who am I? I thought, a bitter smile playing on my lips.

My name was Savannah Oaud, heiress of the Oaud Empire, a name that had spelled power and wealth, beyond my wildest imagination. I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, destined to reign over a kingdom of riches. But not all of my life had been golden.

I was six years old when the tragedy struck. In that one brief moment of misfortune, the stars shining in our family, the parents whom I adored were wrenched from me. It was labeled a car accident, but the reality behind the curtains was far murkier. Whispers of sabotage, and my grandfather by the name of Luther Never took chances.

One night, he spirited me away, took me into hiding, and to the rest of the world, I was gone dead and buried with my parents. But I lived, far from the glitter of corridors of power I had been born into.

He became my guardian, teacher, and protector. "You are my legacy, Savannah," he would say, as his firm yet loving voice, instilled with passion, reminded me. "The world will fall at your feet one day, but until then you must remain hidden. There are those out there who, if they knew just who you were, would stop at nothing to destroy you.”

So I grew up in the shade, my life surreal, skewed with privilege and isolation. Everything that I needed to learn was provided for business, diplomacy, strategy-but it came from private tutors and guarded mansions. My soul yearned for the outside world for freedom, and yet I trusted him, for he had promised: When the time is just right, you'll make your move into the sun, and you'll have all of your rightful place in it.

It was like it was so much in the future until I reached twenty-two years.

One morning, my grandfather summoned me to his study, full of leather and aged-wood scent. A pair of sharp eyes overviewed the sprawling estate down below as he stood at the window. "It is about time, Savannah," he said, not having turned around. "In a few months, you will reach the position at the helm of the Oaud Empire."

My heart was swelling with pride and nerves. "I'm ready, Grandfather," I said, though my voice was as steady as my interior in a maelstrom of emotions.

He turned to me, his expression softening. "I know you are. Yet, don't you forget, with power comes a price, and always one must be careful and always watch. Not everyone will wish you well.”

I nodded and let the depth of his words be well received by my brain, though little did I know how true they would one day become.

A week later, during one of those infrequent journeys into town, my life changed.

I walked through the mall, my guards trailing discreetly behind me. These were my outings, trying to blend in with normal people, at least for a little while. I stopped at a bookstore, running my fingers over the spines of books until I felt it: this strange, magnetic pull.

My heart went out; skin tingling, an invisible thread pulling me towards someone. I turned, and my eyes scanned the busy store until I saw him.

Tall, wide-shouldered, his hair gleaming under the bright lights, he stood at the counter, paying for a book. My breath caught in my throat. It was not his good looks, though he was certainly handsome. It was something deeper inside, something wild.

Mate.

The word whispered into my mind a fact that I couldn't ignore. The wolf stirred inside me, restless and eager. I had found him.

He finally faced me, as if sensing my gaze, and our eyes met. For that fleeting moment, the whole world melted around us and disappeared; it was he and I, our souls crying out to each other.

He walked over with his gait confident but not presumptuous. "Hi," he greeted in a low, even voice.

"Hi," I said, stammering at my reddened cheeks.

"I'm Aaron," he told me, extending his hand.

"Savannah," I said, taking it. In that instant, our hands touched and sent a jolt of electric shock through me, so I knew he felt it, too.

We talked for hours, though it was only minutes. He told me about his work, his pack, his dreams. I listened, entranced by his voice, the way his smile curled upwards, and the sparkle of his eyes when he talked.

We exchanged numbers upon leaving and promised to stay in touch. But I could not wait. My mind raced, while walking away from him, I needed to know all about him: who he was, where he came from, what kind of man he was.

That night, I handed his number to my private detectives. "Find out everything you can," I instructed them.

The next morning over breakfast, my grandfather looked like he sensed something was bothering me. "What's on your mind, Savannah?" his sharp eyes stared at me.

I faltered, then made up my mind to come out and just say it. "I met someone," the excitement almost burst from my seams but wasn't quite contained.

He arched an eyebrow. "Oh? And who might that somebody be?"

“His name is Aaron Xavier, he is my mate.”

The use of the word 'mate' straightened him up. "Savannah," he said gravely, "you have to be more careful. Mates are gifts from the Moon Goddess, and not every man is entitled to a woman such as yourself. You have a legacy to protect”.

"I know," I hastened to say, "and that is why I go to him undercover,

I have to know if he is the kind of man who deserves to stand by my side.

He looked at me for quite a while before he nodded. "If you're going to do this, you must do it properly. Cut all ties with your roots for now. Be a person with a different name. Let him see you and not your name and not the money.”

I nodded, my heart full of hope. Aaron was my mate, the other half of me. Surely he would turn out to be the man I had thought he was. When our bond was beyond compare, then I'd be able to tell him exactly who I was.

The following week was a maze of preparation: creating a whole new life, naming myself Savannah Duvall, even going so far as to adopt the persona of a secretary. I was packed, and my heart danced with anticipation.

I stood in my room, looked at the suitcase lying on my bed, and a wide, innocent smile stretched across my face-the smile of someone who had never been betrayed, so full of hope for a love that could conquer anything.

I couldn't wait to start working with Aaron.