The Luna Bites Back

FREYA’S POV

“Freya, this is false accusation.” Vivian chimed.

Madam Grace’s eyes narrowed toward Lady Maeve for support, and as expected, she ran to the rescue.

“Freya, a Luna should be considerate. When did you get so brazen? Madam Grace would never do something like that.” Lady Maeve took her tea, slowly bringing it to her lips.

Her brows arched. “You must have imagined it.”

For a moment, I almost doubted myself, but the heat beneath my skin told another story.

It didn’t matter. They harmed me first, and I wouldn’t let them off.

I leaned forward on the bed, a low smile crawling over my face, stretching my hand toward Lady Maeve so she wouldn’t have any chance to deny it.

“Mother, could it be that you’re trying to protect your servant?”

“You’re talking nonsense!” Vivian scoffed.

I pulled back, another idea flashing through my mind.

“You're right, mother would never harm me.” Lady Maeve sipped her tea, her shoulders propped up, signaling her victory.

But I wasn’t done.

“Madam Grace has lived in this family for years. She wouldn’t act recklessly unless someone told her to.”

Lady Maeve choked but quickly regained her composure, setting the cup down, her fingers brushing spilled tea from her lips.

Vivian leaned over Lady Maeve’s etched with concern. “Mom, are you alright? “

Lady Maeve nodded, Vivian snapped at me. “Freya, watch your mouth. Do you want to harm the Matriarch?”

Vivian’s fall was already predetermined. I just had to wait.

I let my fingers soothe my skin, tilting my head down. “Tessa, go to security and bring the CCTV footage from today.”

Madam Grace’s steps faltered, nearly crashing to the floor.

“Why do you need the tape?”

I looked up innocently, pursing my lips like the clueless child they thought I was. “Mother, I want to show you what kind of person Madam Grace is.”

Madam Grace shivered, her face turning pale as a ghost.

I narrowed my eyes toward the camera hanging over the wall. Most people wouldn’t detect it, especially someone who had only been in the household for three months.

Unfortunately for them, I had lived this life. I knew every nook and cranny.

Madam Grace’s teeth chattered as she turned to Lady Maeve. “Madam—”

“Shut up,” Lady Maeve snapped, but I knew her anger wasn’t directed at Madam Grace.

This time, I reached for the tea, scooped it up, and brought it to my lips.

All eyes fixed on me, their gazes sharp with daggers, but I purposefully acted oblivious.

“Madam Grace, apologize to the Luna right now,” Lady Maeve snapped.

Vivian huffed, clearly unhappy with the turn of events.

Madam Grace placed the jug on the table and swallowed it. “Luna, it’s my fault…”

I sipped the tea, pursing my lips.

No response.

“Luna, I’m sorry for spilling tea on you,” she repeated, her voice wavering.

Bullies needed to be taught the lesson of their lives, or they would keep tormenting others.

I swirled the cup, letting the tea twirl inside. “Servants are meant to kneel before their master…”

Lifting my gaze to Madam Grace, I beamed. “How can I see your sincerity?”

Smack!

Vivian slammed her palm on the table, springing to her feet. “Freya! You’ve gone too far.”

“And you’ve forgotten your place, Beta,” I said calmly. “I’m your Luna, not your playmate.”

Vivian’s eyes flickered with discomfort. She stepped back, her knee buckling against the chair as she fell back into her seat.

I scoffed and turned my attention back to Madam Grace.

She still didn’t seem to understand—or perhaps she couldn’t accept bowing before a wolfless woman.

I motioned toward the floor with my gaze, smiling.

Madam Grace’s knees hit the floor with a clank.

Lady Maeve’s hands gripped her seat, though her face betrayed little emotion.

“Luna, forgive me for my behavior. I’m sorry.”

Forgive?

Forgiveness is earned by the sincere—and she wasn’t.

I leaned forward, lowering my voice to a whisper. “Okay.”

Madam Grace swallowed hard, sweat pouring down her face.

Gently, I overturned the cup onto her hands. A sharp hiss tore from her lips.

Her eyes flamed red as the smile on my face narrowed.

Madam Grace gave a quick bow, her chest heaving. “Thank you, Luna, for your enlightenment.”

I leaned back and set the cup down. “You may go.”

Madam Grace gathered her gown and stood, her eyes briefly locking with Lady Maeve’s.

I caught the softness in that exchange.

They had grown up together—of course they cared for one another.

Once Madam Grace left, Lady Maeve spoke softly, her voice coated in false sweetness. “Freya, I noticed you didn’t bring the soup you always made for me.”

I froze. “Mother, you mean the Peach Tonic?”

Lady Maeve snorted.

“Mother, I didn’t forget. It’s just—” I sighed, placing a hand on my stomach, noticing Vivian’s breath falter in quiet anger. “You told me not to touch herbs because they damage my health.”

Lady Maeve’s brows knitted into a frown.

The Peach Tonic carried a faint sweetness—warm and herbal—settling deep in the chest before the wolf even realized it had begun to rest.

Lady Maeve had struggled to sleep after the accident that claimed her wolf and left the former Alpha in a coma.

Desperate for approval, I had made her medicine, hoping she would finally see my worth.

Even after she removed my lab, I still made it for her.

“Can’t you make the medicine without the lab?” Lady Maeve hissed.

Such a commanding tone.

“Mother,” I said softly. “This is for your health.”

“Mom, don’t listen to her,” Vivian cut in, grabbing Lady Maeve’s hand. “I brought the Masked Doctor. She can treat your condition.”

Lady Maeve’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

Vivian pouted cutely. “Of course. She’s the best in the country.”

Of course I was—the real one, not the fraud stealing my work.

“In that case,” Lady Maeve said, “Freya, you don’t need that lab. Take it down and focus on producing a son for the Greymark lineage.”

To them, I was nothing but a breeding tool.

I clenched my jaw. “Yes, Mother.”

I’d find another way to reinstate my lab.

Vivian smirked, twirling her hair. “Luna, how long have you been married? Almost three months and still no heir.”

She sighed dramatically. “A wolfless woman like you won’t be able to carry an Alpha’s seed.”

My nails dug into my palms as I forced myself to breathe.

A strong, familiar scent flooded the room.

I lifted my head, skin prickling as our eyes met.

Molten pressure spread through my chest—relief and dread colliding. “Killian?”

What was he doing here?

Vivian shot to her feet, composure cracking. “Ki—Killian, why—”

Killian’s gaze hardened as he looked at her.

“Is this what you’ve been telling my wife?”