The Luna they betrayed became Untouchable

Chapter 26: Chapter 26

I sat quietly by the window, the document spread across my lap. I’d read it three times already.

The seal of the Werewolf Council was unmistakable.

It had been accepted. I read the final line a third time—the marriage between Alpha Kael Ashbourne and Evelyn Valemont is hereby dissolved, and all shares held under the Ravenscott holding are confirmed as sole property of Evelyn Valemont—before finally setting it down on the desk, my hands steadier than I expected them to be.

It was done... just like that, within twelve hours.

I blinked, looking at Varek, whose gaze was already on me. "What does it say?" he asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but somehow no words came out. Instead, I passed the papers to him, watching as he read them and then dropped them to the table.

"You did it. You’ve done it, Evelyn."

A huge smile reached my lips. I’d truly done it. I wasn’t tied to Kael anymore, nor did I have to battle my shares with him in court. I’d gotten my share of the divorce and shares agreement, and he should be getting his too.

The door opened and Tristan stepped in, eyes filled with curiosity. They landed on the papers on the table, then he looked at me.

"How did it go? What does it say?" he asked.

"It’s done, Beta. Finalized at last," Varek replied instead, sliding the document across the table toward him.

Tristan picked it up, his eyes moving across the page. When he finished, he let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for days.

"Finally," he murmured. "Congratulations, my Lady. You’re free."

I couldn’t help but smile, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, it didn’t cost me anything to do it. "It’s over. All of it."

I was free and no longer bound to a man who had never deserved me.

A soft knock interrupted the moment.

Clara stepped inside, her eyes darting between us hesitantly. "My Lady, there’s a man here to see you."

My brows furrowed. I wasn’t expecting anyone, not when I’d just returned from the auction yesterday.

"Who is it?" Varek asked instead.

Clara shook her head, looking uneasy. "I can’t say, my Lord."

My brows furrowed. "You can’t say who it is?" I asked.

She shook her head. "He wouldn’t give his name, my Lady." Clara’s eyes darted nervously toward the door. "He’s... he’s not like the others. He looks important. An Alpha."

Varek straightened immediately at the mention of Alpha. "What does he look like?"

"Tall," Clara said. "Broad shoulders. Dark hair, sharp eyes."

She hesitated. "He’s waiting in the entrance hall."

Tristan was already moving toward the door. "I’ll see who it is—"

"No." I stood up, smoothing the front of my gown. "I’ll see him myself."

"My Lady—" Tristan started.

"If he wanted to harm me, he wouldn’t have announced himself." I met his eyes. "Besides, I want to see for myself who’s come calling so soon after my divorce was finalized."

I walked past them both, heading toward the entrance hall, Tristan and Varek behind me.

A man stood with his back to me, gazing up at the Valemont crest above the fireplace. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in dark clothes that fit him like a second skin. The sword at his side gleamed faintly in the torchlight.

I recognized it instantly. The Red Wolf Sword.

He turned before I could speak, and I found myself looking directly at Damon.

"You’re not who I expected to be entertaining today," I said calmly.

"Few people expect me anywhere." A faint smile touched his mouth. "I find it works to my advantage."

Alpha Damon of Bloodmoon Pack. Of all the people who could have come knocking on my door, he was perhaps the last one I expected.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Alpha Damon?"

"The Valemont estate is truly a sight to behold... it’s worth the many tales outsiders speak."

"Alpha Damon." Varek called, his chest puffed out. "Can you answer the question as to why you’re here?"

Damon huffed. "That isn’t a way to treat your guest and future partner, is it?"

Now this man was speaking in parables.

"Guest, perhaps," I said carefully. "Partner? I think you’re getting ahead of yourself, Alpha Damon."

Damon’s smile didn’t waver. He reached for the sword at his side slowly and held it out toward me.

"Then let me give you a reason to reconsider."

I stared at the blade. What was he driving at? This was no cheap or random sword—it was the Red Wolf Sword. The sword Kael had desperately wanted enough to bid two million silver. The weapon that had been the centerpiece of the auction.

"And why would you give this to me, Alpha Damon?" I asked, brows raised. "I remember you spent quite a lot acquiring this sword. And you’ll give it away so easily?"

He smirked. "I’m lending it to you." His eyes glinted. "Consider it a gesture of goodwill. Proof that I’m serious about this partnership."

"A partnership you’ve not proposed, Alpha Damon. But let me humor you. What exactly do you want in return for this sword and so-called partnership?"

"You’re building a healing house, aren’t you?" he asked. "You have the vision, the skill, and the determination. What you lack is allies. Resources."

"Here I am, offering you an ally, the resources, trade routes."

The deal was good. It was the best I could actually ever get. But again, I was neither stupid nor new to the business world. A man like Damon didn’t just travel miles from his pack, Bloodmoon, to do business with a woman like me. Especially not a man I had fought a war against.

"And what do you get out of it?" I asked instead.

Damon’s smile sharpened. "A stake in the most ambitious healing house this realm has ever seen. A partner who isn’t afraid to challenge Lucien. And the satisfaction of watching Kael Ashbourne’s world burn."

Varek stepped forward, his voice flat. "You’re willing to defy the Supreme Alpha for that?"

"I’m willing to defy the Supreme Alpha for a lot of things." Damon’s gaze never left mine. "Lucien and I have history. Let’s leave it at that."

I studied him carefully. "You want to be my partner."

"I want to be your ally. Your investor. The one who stands beside you when the rest of the realm turns its back."

"You do not have better offers. You saw what happened at the auction. Everyone rejected your offer. No one stepped forward. Not one Alpha dared to challenge Lucien’s decree. They’re all too afraid of what he’ll do to them."

My jaw tightened. Had he been watching me?

"But not you?"

Damon’s eyes hardened. "I’m not afraid of anyone."

I was silent for a long moment. Something was off about Alpha Damon, but at the same time, he was right. I needed allies. And Damon of Bloodmoon was no ordinary ally. He was powerful, influential, and clearly willing to challenge Lucien—something the other Alphas couldn’t do.

But trusting him felt like stepping onto a knife’s edge.

"I’ll need time to think about it," I said finally.

Damon inclined his head. "Don’t take too long." His smile returned, unsettling me. "I change my mind quickly."

A knock sounded at the entrance before Damon could say anything else. Clara appeared in the doorway, her face uncertain.

"My Lady..." She glanced toward Damon, then back at me. "Alpha Kael is here."

No sooner had she said those words than Kael came barging in like he owned the world.

Kael stormed inside, his face dark with anger. He stopped dead when he saw Damon standing before me.

"You." He growled deeply.

Damon’s smile widened, as if he had been expecting this exact moment.

"Kael," he said smoothly. "I was wondering when you’d arrive."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Kael demanded, his gaze snapping to me. "Evelyn, what is he doing in your home?"

I crossed my arms. "That’s none of your concern, Kael."

"None of my—" He laughed sharply. "I came here to do you a favor. To offer you a settlement. To let you walk away with some dignity—"

"Let me?" I interrupted, my voice sharper than a blade. "Let me?"

Behind me, Varek and Tristan had moved into position, both ready to intervene if necessary. Damon remained where he was, watching the scene unfold.

Kael’s jaw tightened, color rising in his face, though he forced himself to continue.

"Evelyn." He clasped his hands behind his back. "I’ve come to settle this properly, as civilized people should. I’m prepared to offer generous terms. You may retain a portion of your shares, and I’ll ensure the council record reflects an amicable—"

"Save it. The Werewolf Council already ruled. Yesterday. I have everything, Kael. All of it. There’s nothing left for you to generously offer me."

Kael’s face went pale. "That’s impossible. The court wouldn’t—"

"Read it for yourself." I grabbed the documents from Tristan and threw them at him. The papers scattered across the floor at his feet. "Go on. Read it. See for yourself that you have nothing to generously offer me." I smirked. "Seeing as you’re in the dark about it, I’ll be assuming your papers are on their way to Silver Creek."

"You went behind my back," he said, his voice colder than ice.

"I went through the front door, actually. You were simply too busy rehearsing your little speech to notice." I stepped back. "Go practice it in Silver Creek, where someone might still care to hear it."

Kael’s hands shook faintly around the parchment. "This isn’t over."

"It is," I said. "It has been for some time. You’ve simply been the last to realize it."

His face twisted in even more anger. "You will never build anything in this realm," he said. "I swear it. On my life. Every door will close before you. Every merchant, every guild. You will have nothing."

I scoffed. "You should discuss that with the Supreme Alpha," I said. "I understand he’s already made the same promise. Perhaps the two of you can compare notes."

Kael looked at Damon, finger pointed at him. "And you stay away from my wife."

Damon tilted his head, smirking. "Which one?"

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