Rogue Luna Claims Her Revenge

That night, I had a dream.

I was lying on an endless hillside, the spring rain soaking my clothes as I tangled with a man whose scent carried the faint, wild aroma of pine and earth. The grass was soft beneath us, wildflowers blooming in vivid colors. As the rain fell on my face, my eyes—blind for so long—suddenly could see again.

The man had eyes full of tenderness, his brows dark like ink, his long lashes lowered. The depth of emotion in his gaze made my heart race. His kisses were lighter than the rain, trailing from my temple to my shoulder. He gently loosened the ties of my dress with his teeth, his movements unhurried, deliberate.

I pressed a hand against his chest, interrupting his tender assault. “Who are you?” I asked.

“Josephine, it’s me,” he murmured.

“Rishi? Why am I dreaming of you?”

“Is it so bad to dream of me?”

“Is this really what you look like?”

I closed my eyes, shook my head, and when I opened them again, his features seemed even clearer. The fine rain had dampened his dark hair, his skin pale, his lips a deep red. He looked like a painting, fresh and unfinished. I reached out to touch his face, and he nuzzled into my palm. “If I looked like this, would you like me?”

His face, his body—there wasn’t a flaw to be found. I answered honestly. “Yes. Any woman would.”

He took my hand, kissed my fingertips. “Between me and Alexis, who do you prefer?”

“The order in which people enter your life matters. If I’d met you first, I’d have chosen you. Your beloved Madelyn—she’s as blind as I was. She didn’t choose you either.”

“She was blind, yes, but I don’t blame her. When I first met her, I was wearing someone else’s face,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

I barely heard his words, my attention caught by a droplet of rain that slid from his jawline into the open collar of his shirt. His clothes were loose, revealing the sharp lines of his collarbone and the firm muscles beneath. My vision returning at this moment—what perfect timing. The sight before me was enough to unravel anyone’s composure.

“Rishi, what next? Are we just going to stand here in the rain?”

He laughed, his alpha aura wrapping around me like a warm embrace. “If it were just the rain, what would be the point of this dream?”

“In that case, Alpha Rishi, forgive my boldness.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, my aim true this time. Even as his breath grew ragged, he still managed to tease me. “Josephine, you’re doing it wrong. A mate bond isn’t just about the kiss. Try here…”

He guided my hand, showing me every vulnerable spot on his body, every place where he was mine to claim.

The rain grew heavier, the air around us thick with mist. My consciousness was like the droplets on the leaves—shattered by his touch, only to be pulled back together by the intensity of our connection. In the haze, I thought I saw a wolf in the distance, its silver-blue fur gleaming as it moved through the storm, stirring the clouds and bringing down more of the rain. The wolf’s presence was unmistakable, a reminder of the bond that tied us together, deeper than any dream.