I Am His Wolfless Luna Chapter 69

Emma's POV

The driver slowed as we approached the imposing wrought-iron gates of Shadow Fang territory.

"Wait here," I instructed my driver as we pulled up to the grand entrance, its stone facade weathered yet imposing, speaking of centuries of power and tradition.

I took a moment to check my reflection in my compact mirror, ensuring my hair fell in perfect golden waves and my makeup conveyed just the right blend of vulnerability and sweetness.

Drawing a deep breath, I approached the massive oak doors and pressed the ornate brass doorbell. The sound echoed somewhere deep within the mansion. My heart hammered in my chest as I heard footsteps approaching from the other side. The moment of truth had arrived.

The heavy door swung open silently on well-oiled hinges, revealing not a servant as I'd expected, but an elderly woman whose regal bearing immediately commanded respect. She had Ethan's striking green eyes—unmistakably his grandmother. I hadn't anticipated meeting her so directly, without the buffer of servants or even Luna herself. For a brief moment, I faltered, then quickly composed my features into my most charming smile as I introduced myself.

"Oh...Emma," she said, Her voice warm. "Please, come in."

She led me through the imposing entrance hall, past ancient tapestries depicting wolf lore and family portraits of stern-faced alphas, to a sunlit breakfast nook. The table was set with fine china and fresh-cut flowers, a display of casual wealth that made my heart race with desire. This was the world I deserved to be part of.

"Would you care for some tea?" she asked, gesturing for me to sit.

I perched delicately on the edge of the velvet-cushioned chair, ensuring my posture was perfect. "Yes, thank you," I replied, my voice deliberately soft and respectful.

She poured the steaming amber liquid with practiced grace, then settled across from me. Her eyes, so like Ethan's, studied me with gentle intensity.

"So, how did you and my grandson meet, dear?" she asked, taking a small sip from her cup.

I set my teacup down carefully, ensuring my hands trembled just slightly—enough to convey vulnerability without appearing unstable. This was the moment I'd rehearsed countless times, perfecting every nuance of expression, every quaver in my voice.

"It was six years ago, on a rainy night," I began, my fingers fidgeting lightly on the tablecloth. "I was at a resort with friends, celebrating a birthday. When I returned to my room that night..." I paused, allowing my eyes to lower as if in painful recollection. "A stranger forced his way in. He was drunk, and he... he assaulted me."

I glanced up just enough to gauge her reaction. Her eyes had softened with sympathy—exactly what I needed.

"Afterward, I was traumatized," I continued, my voice carefully modulated to sound brave yet wounded. "But I discovered he'd left his necklace behind. It took time, but eventually I found out it belonged to Ethan." I managed a small, brave smile. "When I finally met him, he was so kind, so honorable. He promised to take care of me."

The elderly woman reached across the table to cover my hand with hers. The warmth in her eyes made something twist uncomfortably in my chest—almost like guilt, though I quickly suppressed it.

"You poor child," she said softly. "Ethan never shared these details with us."

I allowed a calculated blush to color my cheeks. "He's very special, ma'am. It's my honor to be his girlfriend."

She nodded with subtle approval. "Would you like to stay for breakfast? I'd love to learn more about you."

"I'd be honored," I replied, triumph surging through me. Everything was going according to plan.

Aria's POV

I gave up on sleep around 4 AM, surrendering to the chaos in my head. Every time I drifted off, my treacherous mind replayed last night's scenes in vivid detail—Lucas curled against Ethan's chest, thunder crashing outside. Worse was the memory of Ethan's mouth claiming mine, possessive and hungry, awakening feelings I'd thought long dead. And God, that black lace underwear landing at his feet... I buried my face in my pillow, mortification burning through me all over again.

Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and no amount of concealer would hide the evidence of my sleepless night.

As I braided my hair, I found myself automatically recalling the formal protocols for meeting a Luna. Six years in the human world had dulled some of my wolf instincts, but the social rules drilled into me remained stubbornly intact.

The training facility grounds were peaceful in the early morning light, dew still clinging to the grass as I walked toward the entrance gates. My footsteps faltered when I spotted the sleek black Range Rover already idling there, engine purring like a satisfied predator.

And there was Ethan.

His tailored dark suit hugged broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist, the expensive fabric emphasizing his athletic build rather than hiding it. The morning sunlight caught in his raven hair, now swept back from his face, highlighting cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass and a jawline that could have been carved from marble.

When he saw me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip traitorously. I exhaled a resigned sigh and approached.

After a moment's hesitation, I climbed in. We'd postponed this meeting too many times already, and I didn't want to risk offending Luna by showing up late or not at all.

As we pulled away from the training facility, tension thickened the air between us. I focused on the passing landscape, acutely aware of his occasional glances through the rearview mirror, though I pretended not to notice.

Just when I thought the silence couldn't get more suffocating, Ethan jerked the wheel without warning, veering sharply onto a narrow dirt road I hadn't even noticed.

The sudden movement threw me against the door. Before I could recover, he slammed his foot on the accelerator. The Range Rover lunged forward like a predator, engine roaring to life. Trees blurred past my window, the speedometer climbing as we raced deeper into nowhere.

My heart shot into my throat. I grabbed the door handle with both hands, knuckles turning white as the car fishtailed slightly on the loose gravel.

"What the hell are you doing?" My voice came out higher than I intended, fear and anger colliding in my chest.