The unexpected guest.

Chapter Four

 

Ella’s POV

 

I sat in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My personal maid had just finished my makeup—a full glam look that shimmered beneath the chandelier light. I slightly detested it. I preferred my natural skin: bare, fierce, and unyielding, like the Alpha blood running through my veins.

 

But appearances were weapons too.

 

My first mission was to make Rohan Sylvia fall in love with me—and that alone felt like suicide.

How was I supposed to make a man like him leave his chosen Luna and choose me?


Not just anyone… but his enemy’s daughter. What was Father thinking?

 

I wanted to scream, to shift, to tear something apart. But I couldn’t. The moment I returned to this territory, I knew there was no backing out.

 

I wiped the lipstick off and leaned closer to the mirror.


If I was going to do this, I needed a plan—and a damn good one.

 

“Seriously? And you think you can pull that off?” Ria’s voice snapped from the doorway.

 

She was my assistant, my best friend, and Mrs. Bale’s youngest daughter—practically family. She’d been with me since I came back to the kingdom.

 

“I’m happy your eyes are finally open,” Ria muttered, folding her arms. “You left that bastard—that flea-bitten mutt—sorry, I mean he left you. Same thing. But seriously, how could you agree to that condition from your father?”

 

“It would be better to just rip his throat out and burn the remains rather than attempt something this dangerous,” she added.

 

Three years ago, she’d begged me not to marry a human, Luciano. But I hadn’t listened. And now, every time she roasted him, I knew I deserved it.

I sighed.


“I’m not killing Luciano,” I said. “He’s not worth a quick death. I want him to see me where he can’t reach, to suffer slowly. I’ll make Rohan fall for me. He won’t even see it coming.”

 

Ria blinked. “Do you even know who we’re talking about? The Alpha of the IronClaw Pack? The one who despises your father? You think he’ll destroy his bond for you? Rumor has it he’s madly in love with his Luna-to-be.”

 

“Do you forget who I am?” I smiled, twisting a lock of hair around my finger. “All men fall for me at a single glance.”

 

Ria snorted. “And yet Luciano left you for that wench—an ordinary human?”

 

“Ria!”

 

“Just saying.” She shrugged.

 

“Believe it or not, I’ll pull it off at the Gala tomorrow,” I declared.

 

“You’re seriously going?”

 

“Yes,” I said, firm and cold. “I’m done being the weak one.”

 

***

 

The gala was exactly what I expected—power, dominance, and quiet rivalries disguised as smiles.

It was the most exclusive supernatural event of the year. Alphas, Betas, Lunas even Elders of the highest ranks attended.

 

Crystal chandeliers dripped silver light, and the air was thick with the scent of wolves, money, and magic.

 

I wore a purple satin gown that hugged every curve. It wasn’t just beautiful, it was lethal. My presence demanded attention, and I could feel every gaze drawn to me like moths to a flame.

 

All except one.

 

I reached for a glass of sparkling bloodwine from the nearest waitress, my gaze fixed on him: Alpha Rohan Sylvia.

 

He stood in the center of the room, surrounded by powerful allies. His aura was overwhelming—calm, dominant, dangerously composed. Even from across the hall, I could feel his wolf pulsing beneath his skin, commanding silence around him.

 

It had been years since I’d seen him, and he looked even more handsome than I remembered.

 

Suddenly, he turned mid-conversation. Our eyes met. For a moment, he froze. His breath seemed to still.

 

His sharp ocean eyes locked on me. His expression didn’t change—no smirk, no smile. He simply watched, studying me, scanning every detail as if undressing me with his gaze.

 

I could feel his energy brushing against mine, a quiet current pulling at the air.

 

The moment stretched, long and heavy. Something hooked between us.

 

Then he took a step forward.

 

I smirked. Perfect. The great Alpha Rohan couldn’t resist me after all.

 

“He’s coming,” Ria whispered.

 

“Of course,” I said, confidence dripping from my voice. “They all do.”

 

But just as he neared… he brushed past me.
Didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance down.

 

His cologne lingered—wild cedar and smoke—mocking me as he walked straight toward her.

Brielle.

 

The woman the entire kingdom called his fated mate. She wore a white gown that made her look divine, untouchable. He smiled at her, held her hand like she was his moon.

 

Ria’s voice cut through my fury. “Told you. He only sees her.”

 

I didn’t answer. My claws itched beneath my skin.

“Get me a few men,” I said quietly.

 

Ria blinked. “For what?”

 

I turned, lips curling into a dangerous smirk. “For something big.”

 

Few weeks later…

 

“The whole nation awaits the Luna Ceremony,” the news blared. “Alpha Rohan Sylvia will officially claim his mate, Brielle, under the full moon tonight.”

Ria slammed the remote. “Seriously?! You’re just sitting there eating cookies while he’s about to bond with her?”

 

I chuckled softly. “Relax.”

 

“You said you had it under control!”

 

“I do.”

 

“Then what is this?”

 

“My greatest plan,” I said, rising from my chair and brushing the crumbs off my fingers.

 

Ria stared, horrified. “You didn’t even tell me!”

 

“Get dressed. Gather the men. We have a Luna Ceremony to attend.”

 

***

 

The IronClaw territory glowed under the full moon. The sacred courtyard shimmered with silver light reflecting off every stone. Wolves in fine clothes and glittering jewelry filled the space, their scents a mix of dominance and envy.

 

I walked through the grand entrance, my heels clicking against the marble. Every gaze turned toward me, whispers following like shadows.

 

The priest of the Moon Goddess stood before the altar, his robe glimmering faintly with enchantment.

“Under the sacred eye of Selene,” he began, “we unite this Alpha and his Luna in heart, soul, and bond.”

 

Rohan’s expression was softer than I had ever seen it. He actually looked happy—a sight I didn’t expect.

 

Too bad.

 

I was about to ruin it.

 

“Do you, Alpha Rohan Sylvia, accept this woman as your Luna, your partner in bond and rule?” the priest asked.

 

“I do.” He didn’t hesitate.

 

“And do you, Brielle—”

 

The priest never finished.

 

“I OBJECT TO THIS UNION!” 

 

The words echoed across the courtyard like thunder.

 

Every wolf froze. The crowd gasped. The air thickened with shock and power.

 

Heads turned. Eyes widened.

 

And I stood there—unbothered, a smirk curling at the corner of my lips.

 

Showtime.

 

Breaking News:


Luna Ceremony Interrupted!


Alpha Rohan Sylvia’s bride has been abducted by a 

pack of rogue bikers led by an unidentified woman!

 

Who is she?


Witnesses claim the mysterious intruder carried Alpha energy strong enough to rival the King’s own bloodline…

 

The city is in chaos.