I lived with Alpha Kaelan for six years. Yet on my birthday, he brought home a girl. He was covered in blood, and the delicate girl was hiding in his arms. From that day on, he, who had always indulged me in everything, never looked at me again. Everyone thought I loved Kaelan desperately, that my heart was broken into pieces. I smiled and fiddled with the watch on my wrist. I was a spy planted by the Silverveil Pack in the Cinderclaw Pack. I’d been undercover by his side all these years for one purpose: to send him to hell. How could I… ever fall in love with him? Late at night, the villa was brightly lit. I sat on the sofa, relighting the candles on the cake. “Lyra, stop waiting.” “Kaelan said he’s not coming…” The lighter in my hand kept clicking open. The flickering flame sparked to life, then died. I stared at the flame. “If he doesn’t come home, I’ll just keep waiting.” “He promised to spend every birthday with me. What does it mean to break that promise?” But in reality, the clock hands on the wall had already pointed to three in the morning. He wasn’t coming back. And here I was with a whole crowd of people waiting in the villa—all my subordinates. Those who knew thought I was waiting for him to celebrate my birthday with me. Those who didn’t might think I was waiting for him to come home so I could stage a rebellion. Finally, one second before the clock struck four in the morning, the rumble of a car engine sounded downstairs. “Lyra! He’s back!” Someone rushed upstairs and loudly announced the news. I stood up and walked to the stairs, looking down. Yes, he was back. I frowned and asked the man standing downstairs, looking at me with an inscrutable expression. “Kaelan, who’s that woman in your arms?” Kaelan had a long knife wound stretching from the tail of his eyebrow to his cheekbone. Blood was still trickling from it. If anything, it added a touch of ruthlessness to his usually refined and handsome features. “This was caused by a silver weapon? Looks like it’s healing slowly.” I pressed gauze to his wound, but he grabbed my wrist. “Lyra, have I been spoiling you too much all these years, hmm?” His fingers traced restlessly across the inside of my wrist. That’s just how he was—hiding all his menace and threats inside gentle gestures. I lowered my eyes. “Spoiling? I guess so.” He chuckled twice, his fingertips lightly and lazily pressing against my radius bone. “Is that so? Then calling so many people to my house…” “Those who don’t know might think I’m some kind of mob boss.” Well, he was exactly that—a mob boss. He’d walked through days of licking blood from knife edges to reach where he was today, all built on piles of corpses and skulls. Oh, but now he’d gone legitimate. He was a young entrepreneur. The newspapers were full of praise, calling him a brilliant young talent. It was disgusting. “Who’s the girl you brought back?” I struggled slightly, just enough for him to release my hand. And successfully changed the subject. But he relaxed his eyebrows and now avoided me. “None of your business.” The man stood up, took the gauze from my hand, then leaned down and kissed the corner of my lips. “You have time to worry about what woman I brought back…” “But no time to worry about how I got injured.” With that, he bit my neck as a slight punishment. “I really raised you for nothing.”
The wind in New York City had been a bit strong these past few days. Or perhaps it was because this abandoned building where I stood was drafty everywhere. In the distance, I could faintly hear the sounds of punching and kicking, while someone beside me offered me a cigarette. I pushed it away. “Kaelan doesn’t like me smoking.” “Help me investigate the girl Kaelan brought back last night.” I turned to speak to the person beside me. He’d been with me since I first entered the Cinderclaw Pack. Because he ranked seventh, his name was Rhys. I usually called him Rhys. Since he’d been with me so long, he would occasionally say things others wouldn’t dare to say. “Lyra, sigh…” “You’re the smartest woman I’ve ever met.” “So you should understand that emotions and love shouldn’t exist in people like us.” He stood beside me with his hands in his pockets, looking with me at the wasteland of ruins. “Which of us doesn’t have blood on our hands?” “He’s gone legitimate now. He’d never marry someone like us with blood-stained hands.” “Sure, we took the fall for his murders, so he treats us well. But becoming his Luna? That’s definitely impossible…” Yes, the reason Kaelan trusted me so much, spoiled me like this all these years, was because I’d taken the fall for his murders. Over the years, my hands had been stained with quite a bit of blood, so much so that sometimes late at night when I looked at myself, I seemed like a vengeful ghost. So much so that sometimes I almost forgot my true identity. A spy. A nail buried deep in dark soil. A long, lethal fuse. Purchased with my thirteen years and the blood of my own people. No one would come to this abandoned building. The sounds of fighting had ended not long ago. I raised my head, gazing at the bright white clouds under the clear sky. I didn’t care how many women Kaelan had. I was just afraid. Decades of meticulous preparation, failing because of one uncertain variable. “Let’s go meet this young lady who was brought back.” I turned and spoke to the person behind me. Unlike the cries and screams that echoed through the abandoned building, Kaelan’s villa was peaceful and serene. As soon as I entered, I saw a girl with braided pigtails lying on the sofa reading a book. When she saw me, she startled and immediately became reserved. “You…” The girl looked at me, her eyes evasive, then lowered her lashes. “Are you the Luna?” I was surprised she would address me that way and sat down beside her. “No.” “Ah…” The girl seemed a bit disappointed and shrank further into the corner. “I thought only someone as beautiful and outstanding as you would be worthy of Kaelan.” The girl’s eyes held a kind of worldly innocence. I smiled bitterly to myself. Here was another girl who’d been dazzled by Kaelan’s appearance. Just as I was about to reach out and pat her head, someone suddenly stopped me. “Lyra, Kaelan said you can’t touch Elena.” The person arrived quickly, getting right in my face. If not for the respect they still had for me, they would have physically escorted me out. “Please don’t come to this villa anymore. It belongs to Elena now.” The girl was so frightened she curled into a ball again, while I raised my eyebrows. Tsk, tsk, such a level of protection. “Fine, I’ll leave.” Kaelan had brought back plenty of women over the years, but this was the first time he’d protected one like this. “Lyra, this is all the information we could find.” In the car, Rhys bent down to hand me the documents. There was very little information, but even this much was probably only what Kaelan wanted me to find. This young woman’s full name was Elena. She was three years younger than Kaelan. And she and Kaelan… grew up in the same Pack. Before Kaelan brought her back, she worked at an orphanage. Her record was squeaky clean—they might as well have printed “delicate hothouse flower” on the paper. “Kaelan seems… very different with her.” Rhys whispered in my ear. Indeed. Could this Elena really be Kaelan’s white moonlight, the one pure figure in his dark heart? I bit my nail, thinking. As far as I knew, Kaelan had very few weaknesses at this point. He had no parents. He’d climbed up from the very bottom, entering this Pack even later than I had. Young but ruthless—I’d watched him climb his way up, and I’d followed him all along. I’d chosen the right person, but also the wrong one. Right because I’d become his confidant. Losing me would be like severing his own arm. Wrong because… I hadn’t anticipated his explosive growth. By the time I realized it, it was too late. My thoughts were interrupted by Rhys’s next words. He patted my shoulder. “Kaelan says…” “He wants to eat food you’ve cooked.” If Kaelan wanted to eat, I had to cook for him. I smiled slightly and told the driver to turn around. To the market.
The villa where Elena was staying was just one insignificant property among Kaelan’s many holdings. The place where I was now barely counted as Kaelan’s “home.” It was a simple apartment building, yet I had no idea how many bodyguards were watching it. I carried the groceries upstairs by myself, then washed the vegetables, boiled water, and cooked. What gourmet food hadn’t Kaelan tasted? How could he be devoted to food I made with my own hands? Yet every time he watched me cook, his gaze stuck only to me. It really gave the illusion of fated mates, making my stomach churn. This time, I was dealing with fish on the cutting board when he suddenly embraced me from behind. I didn’t even know when he’d arrived. “Don’t touch me. It’s fishy.” “Where’s it fishy?” He laughed, brushed aside my hair, and playfully toyed with my earring. I turned on the faucet and washed the fish blood from my hands. “Not cooking anymore? We can finish this first, then cook.” His kisses fell on my neck. I half-pushed him away uncomfortably. Until I fell into those eyes of his. Even my smile became practiced and seductive. I lowered my eyes and finally pushed him away. “Angry?” He was slightly teasing, pinching my cheek. “Because I didn’t celebrate your birthday? Did you puff up like a little pufferfish?” “Who’s a pufferfish…” I genuinely wanted to retort to that comment, but he tapped my nose. “You. Covered in thorns, disobedient, and… heartbreaking.” The marble countertop was fairly smooth. He lifted me up and placed me on it. The man lowered his head to kiss me. Everything was stirred into chaos by him. I couldn’t breathe, clutching tightly at his sleeve. Until he released me, smiling as he looked at me. I suddenly realized I was still so naive. When he smiled, I couldn’t tell what he meant. “Do you know why I was injured like that when I brought Elena back that day?” “Because she had something interesting in her hands.” He produced a photograph from somewhere and handed it to me. I smoothed out the photo and looked at the contents. “Lyra, don’t you think this is fascinating?” Kaelan spoke by my neck, his laughing breath crystal clear. “She said she’s seen you. She called you… Sephira.” The photo showed me wearing the distinctive uniform of the Silverveil Pack, in a group photo with Pack members. Kaelan lowered his head and kissed the tip of my nose. “Hmm? Baby, care to explain?” I looked down at the photograph. The tofu soup on the stove was still bubbling. He just watched me quietly like that, as if he didn’t want to miss a single expression. After a long moment, I laughed and raised my hand to hit him. “What do you mean? Kaelan, did you forget…” “I am from the Silverveil Pack, but later I was kicked out and became a Rogue…” When they arranged my identity, considering the possibility that my past with the Silverveil Pack might be exposed, the Pack simply gave me a backstory of being permanently exiled for breaking rules. Kaelan looked down at me. I was pinned tightly against the counter by him. I didn’t know if this paranoid lunatic would pick up the knife from the cutting board and strike me down. Until he chuckled softly. He squeezed my waist, neither gently nor roughly. “Oh? Is that so.” “Sorry, I forgot.” Releasing his restraint on me, he smiled as if nothing had happened. He even had the leisure to take the ladle from the pot and stir. “Not far from being ready, right?” “I’m so hungry, Lyra.” Though he said that, he stared straight at me. I pressed my lips together, straightened my clothes, and nodded. As I adjusted my collar, I finally understood why he’d squeezed my waist earlier. My back was already soaked through. That meal, at least for me, was tasteless. Actually, every day with Kaelan, I ate without tasting. I desperately wanted to plunge that silver dagger into this man’s chest. I thought about it every day, until I was nearly driven mad. Until a light, casual voice broke through my thoughts. “Lyra, there’s a shipment stopping at the port tomorrow. Handle it for me personally.” I looked up, gazing at the man across the table through the food. “The buyer is very cautious. Go alone. Don’t bring any subordinates.” I froze for a moment, instinctively asking him. “What kind of shipment?” He stared at me, smiling in silence. Then I understood—don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask. That’s just how Kaelan was. He kept secrets even from me. I nodded, picked up my bag, and walked toward the door. “Alright, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go first. I…” But as I walked past him, he grabbed my wrist. “Why are you so distracted today?” The man’s knuckles casually traced across the inside of my wrist. He had no intention of letting me leave. I smiled bitterly. “I just dealt with a subordinate this afternoon. I’m probably… a bit tired.” Kaelan said nothing more, but he didn’t let me go either. So we fell into complete silence. I could only feel the sensation of him stroking my wrist again and again. Until he softened his tone. “Stay tonight, hmm?” In that instant, my instinct was to refuse. “Forget it, I have things tomorrow… mmph.” So I was suddenly pulled into his arms, pressed against the dining table, with delicate kisses falling on my neck. The dim yellow light flickered on and off. In my panic, I looked into his eyes. He was always like this when aroused. Restrained, yet with reddened eyes. Crazy and… holding back.
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