The Alpha’s Rogue Luna

Rae’s POV“Rae Voss. For the final time. Did you murder the Alpha’s son or did you not?”The question was like a kick to my ribs.I was on my knees in the middle of the main garage of the compound. My wrists were zip-tied behind my back with silver-laced cable. It was burning all the way through to my bone. Motor oil had been absorbed by my jeans. The buzzing and flickering of the fluorescent lights above cast a sickly yellow sheen over everything.Before they dragged me in here, my Luna patch was torn off my jacket.My chin went up.“I would never do that,” I said. “I did not.”The garage exploded.Bikermans were like hoardings, possibly thirty or more, along the wall between motorbikes and tool cabinets. Some wore their vests stiff with rage. Those who weren’t with their arms crossed looked empty. Several people could not even make eye contact with me as I looked at every face.I had prepared a meal for these guys. Sewn up their injuries. Supported the bike riding at a time when no

Rae’s POVPain was the first thing.It was heavy, like someone had packed my chest with wet concrete and left it to set overnight. I tried to move and my whole body said no. A sound came out of me that I didn’t plan… something between a groan and a curse.Light hit my eyes and I had to shut them again fast.My head was pounding. My shoulder still throbbed from the fall in the garage. Everything else was a dull ache that I couldn’t separate into individual parts.Slowly, carefully, I tried again.The room came in clear piece by piece. High ceilings. A window with morning light pushing through dusty glass. Concrete walls with a few things on them… a road map, a faded rally poster, a hook with a leather jacket hanging off it. The sheets under me smelled clean but the room itself smelled like motor oil, pine, and something else.Killian.My chest seized.I tried to sit up and the room tilted hard. Black spots crowded the edges of my vision. My arms buckled and I went back down into the pi

Rae’s POVNeither of us moved.The room had gone, the kind of quiet that sits on our skin. Killian was still gripping the doorframe, his knuckles pale against the wood, and I was still holding my own chest like I could push whatever had just happened back inside and make it disappear.It didn’t disappear.The bond was there. Settled into me like it had always belonged, which was the part that scared me the most. Not the suddenness of it or even the fact that it had happened at all. But how natural it felt. Like a key sliding into a lock that had been waiting for years.I pulled my hands away from my chest slowly.Killian straightened up. His face had gone back to what it usually was… controlled, unreadable… but not completely. There was something underneath it now that hadn’t been there before. Something he was working to keep still.I knew because I was doing the same thing.And then it came. The second wave.It was like the cramps that had torn through me earlier. This was quieter a

Killian’s POVI was on my feet before I even made the decision to move.The sneeze had done it… snapped everything back into focus like a slap to the back of my head. I stepped away from the bed and put enough space between us to breathe properly again.Rae looked up at me. There was nothing readable in her expression, which somehow made it worse.“I’m not telling you about the road to make you feel included,” I said. My voice came out more even than I felt. “I’m telling you because it’s relevant and you clearly know something I don’t.”She smiled at that. Small and a little sad around the edges.“You can hide things from me, Killian,” she said. “I’m not going to fall apart over it. I already told you… I’ll earn what I need to earn. However long that takes and whatever it costs.” She adjusted against the headboard, pulling her knees closer. “I don’t need you to manage my feelings.”Her words were steady.And all I wanted to do was cross the room again, sit close enough that she’d have

Killian’s POVI sat on the edge of my bed for a long moment before I moved.My palm was still tingling from where I’d hit the floor. Not from pain… the fall hadn’t hurt, not really. It was more like the shock of it. The absolute last thing I had expected from a woman who had been bedridden for two days was to end up on the floor of her room looking up at the ceiling.She had pushed me.With her limited strength and her body still fighting poison out of its system, she had put enough force behind both hands to take me off my feet.I sat with that for a while.Then I got up, straightened my jacket, and walked out.The clan bar was at the east end of the compound, tucked between the equipment room and the back entrance. It wasn’t a fancy space… low light, long counter, mismatched stools, a wall of bottles that had been accumulating since before I took the presidency. But it was quiet most nights and quiet was what I needed at the moment.Selene was at the far end of the counter, a glass