登入The ballroom slowly came back to life after the Cross family left.Conversations resumed in careful murmurs. Glasses clinked again. The orchestra restarted hesitantly, though the music sounded thinner now, strained beneath the weight of everything that had happened.But the atmosphere had changed permanently.Every eye still drifted toward Luna. Toward Phantom. Toward the woman who had walked into the summit and dismantled an Alpha family without even raising her voice. Luna ignored all of it.Years ago, attention used to suffocate her. Back when she was still married, every social gathering felt like performance art. Smile correctly. Speak softly. Never embarrass Desmond. Never outshine him.Now?Attention was simply another variable to manage. Nothing more.“You handled that well.” Alexander’s voice came from beside her.Luna picked up another champagne glass, though she didn’t drink from it this time. “I slapped someone in front of three hundred people.”“She deserved worse.”A pau
Liora smiled. But it took effort now. Visible effort.The kind that made the corners of her mouth tremble slightly if someone looked closely enough.Unfortunately for her, Luna noticed everything. Always.Richie still held the tiny silver wolf carefully in both hands, completely fascinated as it moved across his fingers with soft mechanical clicks.“It responds to temperature,” Luna explained quietly. “Watch.”Richie breathed warm air against it. The wolf’s tiny eyes glowed blue. His mouth fell open. “That’s so cool.”The pure excitement in his voice sliced straight through Desmond. Because Richie hadn’t sounded that openly happy around anyone in a long time. Not even him. And definitely not Liora.Liora immediately stepped closer. “Richie, sweetheart, be careful,” she said gently. “It looks expensive.”Richie instinctively pulled the little wolf slightly away from her touch.The movement lasted less than a second. But Luna saw it. So did Alexander.And judging by the sudden stiffness
“Mummy…?”Richie’s voice barely rose above a whisper. But in the dead silence of the ballroom, it echoed like thunder.Luna felt her entire body lock.For five years, she had imagined this moment in a hundred different ways.In some versions, Richie ran into her arms crying. In others, he hated her. Sometimes he ignored her completely.But not once, had she imagined him looking at her like this. Like he didn’t recognize her. Like she was a stranger wearing his mother’s face.The security guards beside him looked deeply uncomfortable.One of them cleared his throat nervously. “Alpha Cross, the young master slipped away from the family suite upstairs. We tried to stop him, but he insisted—”“It’s fine,” Desmond said automatically.But his voice sounded distant and distracted because who is a Christian, this one Richie was staring only at Luna.The ballroom’s tension shifted into something else now. Softer. Stranger. People who had eagerly watched humiliation moments ago now watched a ch
The silence after Alexander’s warning was worse than shouting.It spread through the ballroom like poison, thick and choking, until even the orchestra had stopped playing. No one moved. No one breathed too loudly. Hundreds of people stood frozen beneath the crystal chandeliers, watching the most dangerous man in the supernatural world slowly crush Desmond Cross’s wrist with one hand.Desmond’s face had gone pale, like he was scared. Luna watched it happen with detached calm, champagne droplets still clinging to the sleeve of Desmond’s ruined suit. Five years ago, seeing fear on his face would have shattered her. She would have rushed to soothe him, reassure him, protect his pride.Now? She felt nothing.Alexander tilted his head slightly, eyes glowing red in the dim light. “You raised your hand against her once before,” he said softly.Desmond froze. The ballroom somehow became even quieter. Luna’s gaze sharpened. Interesting.Alexander looked at him like a predator studying prey alr
The control room smelled like overheated wires and fear.Bright monitors lined the walls, each displaying fragments of the ballroom attack—camera feeds, corrupted code, emergency reports flooding in faster than the system could process them.People moved quickly around her. The security analysts, tech engineers, and summit coordinators were already panicking about lawsuits and press leaks.No one spoke directly to Luna unless necessary. No one interrupted her. Because the atmosphere around her had changed. Not just after the fight.After the name. Phantom.Now they looked at her differently. Like they’d accidentally discovered something dangerous hiding beneath polished skin.Jenna stood beside her, clutching a tablet too tightly.“This was buried in the malware,” she said quietly. “It kept regenerating every time we tried to isolate the breach.”Luna took the device. The file sat in the center of the screen. A black background, no sender, no metadata, just a timestamp. Three years ag
The mask hit the floor with a soft, almost insignificant sound.But to Luna, it echoed. It was loud, violent, and wrong.For a fraction of a second, she froze. It wasn’t visible and no one else would notice.But inside, everything stopped. Because she knew that symbol. Not vaguely, not distantly, but intimately.A black ink, curved like a broken spiral, cut through with three diagonal slashes, burned into the skin just below the ear. That's the mark of Black Helix.Her mission. Five years ago. One of the last before she disappeared.Her breath didn’t change, her posture didn’t shift. But her mind snapped wide open.That’s impossible. She stepped forward slowly. Like nothing had happened, like this was just another body, just another threat neutralized.The attacker groaned faintly beneath her. Barely still alive.She bent down, placing two fingers gently on his neck to check for a pulse, which she found to be faint.“Stay with me,” she said quietly.It wasn’t kindness, it was an order







