Rogue Luna Claims Her Revenge

It’s unbearably hot here.

The heat is suffocating, pressing down on me like a heavy weight. Now that there’s a chance to escape, I don’t want to waste a single second. I can’t help but lean closer into Rishi’s chest, my fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. The shadow in front of me shifts—his hair moving slightly. The cool strands brush against the back of my hand, sending a shiver through me, like tiny fingers teasing my heart. I lick my dry lips, craving relief.

It’s strange. Before Rishi arrived, the Lycan prison felt like a furnace, stifling and unbearable. But now, there’s a faint breeze, something I hadn’t noticed before. The closer I get to him, the cooler it feels, as if he’s somehow shielding me from the heat. It only makes me more desperate to leave this place.

I’m afraid Rishi might change his mind, so I start trying to ease his hesitation. “Rishi,” I say softly, “we’re both creatures of the Moon Goddess. Our bodies are just vessels. Sharing our strength is just another way to connect, to survive. It’s nothing more than that.”

He hesitates for a moment, then replies quietly, “Yes.”

“These chains binding you—they’re meant to hold you back, but they mean nothing to me. If I’m going to draw from your strength, this is the only way. Rishi, if it’s too much, I can take on Madelyn’s scent for you. I can—”

Before I can finish, something cool brushes against my lips. It’s fleeting at first, but then it deepens, and suddenly our scents mingle—his crisp, icy scent entwining with my wild, cinnamon-like essence. My wolf stirs within me, restless and eager, responding to the purity of his presence.

Rishi pulls back slightly, his breathing uneven. “You don’t need to become someone else. The past is gone. I want to move forward.”

He’s right. The past is over. His so-called mate, Madelyn, is now the Lycan Queen by Alexis’s side. He’s here, trapped in this prison, just like me. We’re both at the end of our ropes, and that’s why I’m not holding back anymore.

I tear off my red jacket, the fabric sliding to the ground, and I push Rishi’s chained hands above his head, pinning him to the floor. He doesn’t resist, letting me take control. My eyes are still useless in this darkness, so I rely on touch, my lips finding his skin, cool and smooth like polished stone. It soothes the burning ache inside me, and I press closer, craving more of his calming presence.

When it’s over, I collapse against him, exhausted, my body covered only by his shirt. It’s cool and comforting, a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of the prison. I fall into a deep sleep, too tired to notice how easily Rishi frees himself from the chains. The so-called unbreakable restraints meant to hold a former Alpha are nothing to him.

He pulls me into his arms, his gaze lingering on my face, his eyes glistening with something unspoken. He leans down and kisses my eyelids, still flushed from the heat.

“What we just did,” he murmurs, his voice low and steady, “that wasn’t truly sharing our strength. Tonight, I’ll teach you how it’s really done. Would you like that?”