The Luna they betrayed became Untouchable

Chapter 25: Chapter 25

The pavilion doors slammed shut behind Kael with enough force to rattle the windows.

For a moment, he simply stood there, chest heaving, fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palms.

Then he exploded. He swept everything off the table—goblets, a crystal decanter that shattered against the floor.

"Evelyn!" he growled. Her name sounded like a curse in that moment.

He grabbed a chair and hurled it against the wall. It broke from the impact, shattered wood falling.

"EUGENE RAVENSCOTT!"

He laughed bitterly, shaking his head. All this time, all these years. She had been sitting there, watching him, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

And he had handed it to her. He had practically gift-wrapped his own destruction.

Kael gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles white, his breathing ragged. His mind raced, trying to find a way out of this.

Thirty-eight percent.

Thirty-eight percent of Silver Creek’s greatest trading concern. The very foundation of his pack’s wealth. And it all belonged to Evelyn fucking Valemont.

"How?" he whispered to the empty room. "How could I not have seen it?"

Eugene. Evelyn’s father’s middle name.

He had known it and never once made the connection. Because why would he? Why would he ever imagine that the quiet, obedient wife he had taken for granted would have the cunning to orchestrate something like this?

Kael sank into the nearest chair, dragging both hands down his face.

He needed to find some angle, some leverage, some way to salvage what was left of the pack he’d spent five years building, but every direction his mind turned only led back to the same conclusion.

She had him. Completely and irrevocably.

A knock sounded at the door, disturbing his turmoil.

"What?" Kael snapped, not bothering to soften it.

The door opened regardless, and a man stepped inside—one Kael had never seen before, dressed plainly.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and a quietness about him that immediately caught Kael’s attention. There was no unnecessary ornamentation on his clothes, no family crest displayed proudly across his chest.

The stranger stopped several feet from the ruined table and bowed.

"Alpha."

Kael stared at him. "Who are you?"

"My name is Callum Voss."

Kael frowned. The name meant nothing to him.

Callum straightened. "I heard Silver Creek is searching for a new Beta."

Kael’s eyes narrowed. "And?"

"I came to apply."

For several seconds, Kael simply stared, then he laughed humorlessly. "Now of all times?"

Callum’s gaze flickered briefly toward the shattered decanter and overturned chair.

"I thought the timing was appropriate."

Kael’s brows furrowed. Most men would have been intimidated by the sight before them.

"You’re either fearless or a fool," Kael said, dragging himself upright, brushing broken glass from his sleeve. "Most men wouldn’t walk into a room like this uninvited."

"I’ve never found much use in waiting for the right moment," Callum said. "By the time it arrives, someone else has usually already taken it."

Kael studied him a moment longer—the calm, the composure, the complete absence of fear in a room that looked like he’d just gotten off his Alpha rage.

"Every Beta candidate who’s approached me this week arrived with letters. References. Some pack lord vouching for their service." Kael’s eyes narrowed. "You arrive past midnight, uninvited, with nothing but a name I’ve never heard."

"References can be bought, Alpha. Loyalty can’t. I’d rather earn my place than have it handed to me on paper."

Kael scoffed, looking over the man again. He was confident—just as confident as Tristan was—and that was what he needed in a Beta. Yet, he didn’t want someone who didn’t respect him. He wanted someone who would bow at the mention of his name. Someone who knew they weren’t equal. An Alpha could never be equals with a Beta.

"Leave. I have no need for a Beta such as yourself." He said and turned his back, heading to the alcohol cabinet.

The man stood still behind him, unmoving like he hadn’t just heard his command.

"You need me," the man argued.

Kael glanced at him, amazed by the audacity. Was it test Kael’s patience day? First Evelyn and now this overly pompous man?

"Listen here." His voice grew firmer. "I won’t say it again. Leave."

He turned again, but the man stopped him in his tracks. "Taking Lady Evelyn to the Werewolf Court will only bring you and your pack even more shame and humiliation."

Kael went very still. "Do you have a death wish?" he said. "You overstep."

"Perhaps." Callum didn’t retreat an inch. "But you’d rather hear it from a stranger tonight than from the entire Werewolf Council tomorrow."

Kael turned fully to face him. "You know nothing about what happened tonight."

"I know a woman revealed herself in front of half the realm’s Alphas, holding a signed and witnessed purchase agreement," Callum said evenly. "I know that whatever documentation she’s carrying, if it’s as solid as the room’s reaction suggests, no council in this realm is going to rule in your favor simply because you’re Alpha Kael of Silver Creek."

Kael’s jaw tightened until it ached.

"A public court battle," Callum continued, "means a public loss, should the ruling go against you—and from everything I’ve heard tonight, it will. You’d be handing her a second humiliation, in front of the very council you’re trying to impress for your First Houses seat."

Kael’s eyes narrowed. It was clear that the man had done his findings. "So what would you have me do? Simply hand her everything?"

"I’d have you stop losing more than you already have." Callum’s voice stayed calm. "I’ll tell you not to lose the last of your credibility fighting a war you’ve already conceded, in private, to yourself."

Kael stared at him for a long moment, breathing hard.

"Settle with her," Callum said. "Quietly, privately. Let the divorce proceed without contest, make a condition to keep half the shares in the pack. Let her see it as a win-win. And let the story that reaches the council be one of an amicable separation, not a losing battle dragged through public record for every rival pack to feast on."

"You intend for me to concede everything without a single fight."

"I want you to concede the fight you’ve already lost, so you have something left to fight the ones you can still win." Callum tilted his head slightly. "There’s a difference, Alpha, though I understand it may not feel like one tonight."

Kael stared at the man before him, his jaw tight and mind running through every scenario. Dragging the divorce with Evelyn would cost him his name, and if he lost? That was a double shame. Every pack in the realm would know Evelyn had outsmarted him.

No. He couldn’t let that happen.

"Callum of what?"

"Callum of Silver Creek from henceforth, Alpha." With this, Callum bowed.

Kael’s eyes flashed with pride. The man knew his place.

"Very well, Callum of Silver Creek. You shall be appointed Beta."

It wasn’t as though he had a choice. Silver Creek was drowning without a Beta, and he was sinking fast too. Amongst all he’d interviewed so far, Callum clearly aced them.

He shook the man’s hand. It didn’t matter if he didn’t know his background. All that mattered was that he not only had a Beta but perhaps one that could rival Tristan.

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