Rebirth of the Vengeful Luna

Chapter 2Ravenna’s POVThe rally grounds were already alive when I arrived. Music blasted from massive speakers. The energy was buzzing and my nerves were all over the place.I stepped out of my car and into the crowd, scanning faces.Where are you?Flashing lights from cameras cut across the night, the hall was decorated in blues, whites and reds, everywhere was packed. I flashed my ID to the bouncer at the VIP table section, he nodded letting me through the red line.I moved deeper into the sea of people, my heart beating too fast.Then I saw him.The love of my life.He stood near the podium, wearing a red tux, confidence radiating from every inch of him. This man was effortlessly gorgeous. His gray eyes sparkled as he laughed heartily and that’s when I saw he was talking to a woman.A slender blonde. Long hair cascading down her back. She was wearing a matching red dress that hugged her curves. A dress I could only dream of fitting in.My weight wouldn’t let me since I was plus s

Chapter 4Ravenna’s POVI knew my adoptive father had a daughter.Of course I did.Elias had never hidden that from me. But she ran away from home and never came back. I believed the only reason he adopted me was to fill the void she left in his heart.I didn’t mind. He was the closest thing to being loved I knew.But seeing her now in her full glory made me wonder if it was real.She was so pretty, with crystalline blue eyes, plush lips that complimented her auburn hair that fell just below her shoulders and a body of a well-crafted vase, a stark contrast to the woman I was.She was here now.Still, it didn’t give her any right because she wasn’t when the company went bankrupt and I had to work three jobs to fund our marketing. Not when I stayed up night after night learning contracts, negotiating with investors twice my age, fighting to keep Thorne’s Renegades alive.And now she stood in front of me like she deserved it because she shared his blood.“That company is my life’s work.

Chapter 6Ravenna's POV"Will you be my girlfriend?"The words hung in the air.I stared at him, at the box, at the ring inside it, at the hopeful smile he had practiced until it looked natural.My chest did something complicated.Not the warm, breathless thing it used to do. Not the version of me who would have burst into tears and said yes before he finished the question.Something colder.I know what this is.I know exactly where this goes.The restaurant hummed around us. Soft music. Candlelight. A waiter hovering at a respectful distance pretending not to watch.Damien looked up at me with those gray eyes and I almost laughed.I had forgotten how beautiful he was. How disarming.That was the point, wasn't it?"Ravenna?" He said my name gently, like I was something fragile.Don't.I took a breath.The last time I stood in front of this man, I was tied to a chair with a knife in my stomach. My baby was gone. My company was gone. And he was the reason for all of it, standing backsta

Chapter 8Ravenna's POVI was at the office by six.Before the cleaners. Before the security shift change. Before anyone who might want something from me had the chance to want it.The building was quiet in a way I had forgotten it could be. Just the hum of the air conditioning and the soft click of my heels against the lobby floor as I badged through the main entrance.I took the stairs.Old habit. My father always said you learned more about a building by walking it than riding it. I think he meant it literally. I had always taken it as everything else.The executive floor was dark when I pushed through the stairwell door. I didn't turn on the overhead lights. Just the desk lamp in my father's old office, low and warm, casting a small circle of gold across the surface.I had moved back in here three days ago.Not into the modern corner office with the glass walls and the city view that everyone assumed I preferred. Back here. Into the room that still smelled faintly of his cologne a

Chapter 10Damien's POVI sat in my car for ten minutes before I started the engine.The parking lot of Thorne's Renegades was half empty at this hour. A few riders moving equipment near the track entrance. A security guard doing his rounds without much urgency.Normal afternoon. Normal building.I gripped the steering wheel.No favors. No shortcuts. Win your place the same way every other rider does.Her voice had been so even when she said it. No edge, no coldness, nothing I could point to and call deliberate. Just a woman stating terms across a desk like I was any other person who had walked through her door.That was the part that sat wrong.I was not any other person.I had spent three months studying Ravenna Solace. Her routines, her insecurities, the specific way loneliness worked on a woman who had taught herself not to ask for things. I knew what made her reach and what made her retreat. I had mapped her the way you map a route before a race, every turn, every gradient, every