Chapter 3

I said nothing, suppressing the grief and rage churning inside me, and walked out of Blackrock Pack's main fortress without looking back.

Returning to what used to be our residence, I quickly packed my personal belongings, tears falling despite my efforts to hold them back.

Who could I blame for things ending up this way?

I could only blame myself for being blind, for showing mercy back then and saving these ungrateful siblings!

I dragged my suitcase out of the residence, wanting to take a shortcut through the back alley behind the main fortress to get to the station.

I'd just entered the alley when I heard chaotic, heavy footsteps behind me.

Before I could turn around, several rough hands shoved me hard from behind.

Several burly men blocked both ends of the alley, each emanating the fierce aura of werewolves.

I recognized them. The leader was Vorn, Kane's head of security.

Vorn and his men used to be rogues from the border.

After following Kane, they'd transformed into Blackrock Pack's guards.

Before, when they saw me, they would respectfully call me Luna.

Now, their faces were twisted with savage grins, looking especially terrifying in the dim alley.

"Why the rush? Luna," Vorn drawled, stepping closer to me. "The brothers haven't seen you off yet."

I backed up until my spine hit the wall, saying in a low voice:

"I've already signed the divorce papers. I have nothing to do with Blackrock Pack anymore. Let me pass."

Vorn and the men behind him laughed. "Let you pass? That won't do."

He walked up to me and looked down, lowering his voice:

"Don't blame us for being ruthless. You shouldn't have offended people you can't afford to offend."

"Jessa said it herself—you taking that million and walking out the door is like slapping her face. She needs to teach you that Blackrock Pack's money isn't easy to take."

"She told us brothers to take good care of you, preferably filming something as a keepsake. That way, even if you try to make waves later, you'll have to consider your own reputation first."

"Talia said you were quite good at servicing people at the club back in the day. Today we'll let you practice your old skills so they don't get rusty."

"Blame your own bad luck for deserving to be disposed of like garbage!"

With that, Vorn and his men reached out with lecherous grins, trying to tear at my clothes.

At this critical moment, a tremendous noise came from the mouth of the alley.

They turned with furious expressions, ready to curse,

but the next second, that anger froze on their faces,

replaced by bone-deep terror as they all looked toward the alley entrance.

A group of men radiating fierce auras, carrying steel pipes and silver blades, surrounded Vorn and his men.

The leader strode up to us and shoved Vorn aside roughly.

Vorn and his men trembled under the oppressive presence, hastily begging for mercy:

"Bosses, have you got the wrong people?"

"We're from Blackrock Pack. Our boss is Alpha Kane!"

"Bosses, let's talk this out, let's talk..."

The group of men completely ignored Vorn's pleas and turned in unison to bow respectfully to me:

"Luna Raina, Rogue King Gareth wishes to see you!"