I will rip you apart.

Chapter Five


Rohan’s POV 

My eyes shone as Brielle walked down the aisle in the most breathtaking moon-white ball gown I had ever seen. Her radiant smile nearly blinded me, glowing like a blessing from the Moon Goddess herself. I couldn’t look away, not even for a second.

The choir’s hum faded behind me; all I could see, hear, or scent was her.

This was my long-awaited day—the day I had counted down to, just to see Brielle in her wedding dress walking toward me.

From the very first moment I saw her, she captured every part of me; even her smile could tame my wolf’s rage. I never regretted choosing her. I never would.

“What? Do I look weird?” she whispered the moment she reached my side.

I snapped out of my trance. “Of course not,” I murmured. “You look gorgeous, Brielle. The dress… the aura… everything is perfect on you.”

Her smile lit up the entire sacred hall.

“Really? I thought my nerves would ruin me,” she fretted.

“You? Even the Moon Goddess wouldn’t let that happen.” I watched her flush.

Seeing Brielle happy—that was all I wanted.

But just when it felt like everything had aligned, when I thought we finally had it all the happiness… the happy ending, a voice from my past cut through the air.

A familiar smirk.

Her hand raised in the air.

Her presence like a thorn in my skin.

Her voice rang out, clear and sharp as claws on stone. “I am against this union!”

My breath stopped. My wolf snarled, recognizing her instantly.

She wasn’t invited. Not her. Not her father. 

They should never step foot near me again.

I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to shift and tear her out of the sacred hall.

How dare she walk into my pack territory? How dare she show up here on my day?

Brielle’s hands trembled in mine. I could feel the fear radiating off her.

“What are you doing here?” I growled, stepping away from Brielle as I moved toward the intruder.

Her laugh echoed through the hall, bold enough to stir murmurs among the pack.

“I wasn’t invited? Because of this weakling? Do you forget who I am to you?”

My wolf bared his teeth, rage simmering through my veins. But this was Brielle’s day. Our day. I wouldn’t shift—not here, not now.

“Leave,” I said through clenched teeth. “Get out before I lose control.”

Ella only chuckled louder, but her next words were drowned out by the sound of Brielle’s sob behind me.

“Do you know her? Were you cheating on me?” Brielle cried.

My lashes fluttered. Why would she think that? I would never betray her—not with anyone, especially not with her.

I walked back to Brielle.

“You know I’d never do that,” I said, squeezing her hand gently. “I’ll explain everything. She is just—”

“I can’t take this, Rohan. I can’t.” Brielle lifted her gown and rushed out of the hall before I could finish.

My wolf roared inside me as I stood at the altar—humiliated. Camera flashes from pack journalists burst like mocking stars. This was supposed to be perfect. I had wanted our wedding to be perfect. Instead, it had fallen into chaos.

I signaled to my beta, Nikolai. He moved instantly, sprinting after Brielle.

Watching the sacred hall fall apart, my anger flared. I turned back to the unwelcome guest, still smiling like this was exactly what she wanted.

“How dare you step in here!” I hissed.

“Oops. Did I ruin something? I thought I’d bring you a little gift for your big day,” she mocked.

“Get out before I rip you apart.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m leaving.” She turned and walked away just like that.

Nothing about that was normal. And it bothered me.

But I didn’t have time.

I turned to the priest. “Do not move. We are finishing this ceremony today. You will join us when she returns.”

“But Alpha—”

“No buts.” My wolf growled through my voice. “I said we finish today.”

Because if I didn’t marry Brielle today, I would lose everything.

I dialed Nikolai, intending to order him to bring Brielle back. No answer.

Frustration spiked, but Nikolai suddenly burst back in, breathless and pale.

“Where is Brielle?” I demanded, my gaze icy.

Nikolai hesitated for a moment.

“I can’t find her. I only saw this.” He lowered his head.

That was when I noticed Brielle’s veil in his hands.

My stomach dropped. My wolf clawed violently inside me. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

I raced to the bride’s chamber.

Nikolai was right. Brielle was gone.

My pulse spiked.

Suddenly, the ground began to tremble. The loud screeching of bikes echoed outside. I rushed out, and that was when I saw Brielle.

A pack of rogue bikers in black leather stood outside the sacred hall, their scents foreign, dangerous—unclaimed by any known pack. Their faces were hidden behind tinted helmets.

And Brielle…?

Her hands and feet were bound with silver-threaded rope, her mouth gagged, and a thick strap wrapped tightly around her torso, securing her to the biker in front. The moment our eyes met, she struggled, her wolf pushing to the surface in panic. But a sharp elbow jab from the biker made her go limp, her head falling lifelessly against his back.

My mate.


My Luna.


Kidnapped.

“BRIELLE!” I charged toward the bike, but they circled me and darted away as if mocking me.

Rage swallowed me whole. My wolf roared so loudly it shook my bones. 

Who dared touch my woman?

Then I saw it—long strands of hair falling from the lead biker’s helmet.

Before I could react, murmurs spread like wildfire.


“It… it’s a woman!”

The leader of the convoy was a female rogue.
She was the one holding Brielle captive.

Cameras flashed wildly, capturing my humiliation.

I was completely enraged. I lunged forward, but they zoomed off, escaping without a trace.

“Get our men. Go after them—now!” I barked at Nikolai.

But before the convoy even formed, the bikers were gone.

My fists curled so tightly my claws pierced through my skin.

“I thought I said the security should be tight! I warned you—no mistakes!” I growled at Nikolai.

“I’m sorry, Alpha. I don’t know how they slipped past,” he said, bowing his head.

“We must find her. Grandfather must never hear of this,” I growled.

But who dared?

Who had the courage or stupidity, to touch mate?

Almost immediately, my phone buzzed.
An unregistered number.

I picked up without speaking.

That was when the voice came in. “If you want to see her again, obey me. Be submissive to me.”

It was the same familiar voice which I would never mistake for someone else's voice even after many years.

Ella.

My wolf lunged forward with pure murderous rage.

“I will find you and rip you apart just like your father did to my father. I promise.”