The Luna they betrayed became Untouchable

Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Chapter 46

Varek had never run through the corridors of the Valemont estate in his life. Yet that morning, he nearly sprinted through them.

"Evelyn!" His voice echoed through the hall.

Evelyn opened an eye at his voice. She’d been lying on the patio for some morning sun and a break. Tristan, who had been standing near the window, immediately turned toward the commotion.

Varek appeared moments later, slightly breathless, papers clutched tightly in one hand.

Evelyn raised a brow. "What happened?"

Varek stared at her, then at the papers he held, then at her again. "I just received another investment offer."

Evelyn sat up straight. "Already? How many is it now?"

"Three. Three offers, Evelyn. They’re the same merchants Lucien banned from trading with us, and now—" He paused, shaking his head. "What have you done, Evelyn? Another investment." Varek dragged a hand through his hair, something between disbelief and relief cracking his voice open. "That’s four in two days, Evelyn. Four. Do you understand what that means for Valemont?"

"I understand perfectly well, and it’s what you deserve—what Valemont deserves."

Varek stared at her, and for once, he seemed to have forgotten what he wanted to say.

Evelyn could see the questions fighting across his face—the disbelief, the excitement, and beneath it all, the dawning realization that something far bigger was happening.

"What have you done, Evelyn?" He asked again.

"I’ve only done what needs to be done, Varek." She turned toward the balcony. Evelyn’s gaze strayed further than the Valemont grounds. Behind her, Varek turned to leave, still shocked from what he’d gotten, only to pause in his steps on seeing Celine behind him.

He held up the papers. "Evelyn has just saved this pack from a disaster. We owe it all to her." He said and walked away, leaving Celine standing by the doorway, staring at Evelyn, her thoughts running on things they shouldn’t.

Did they truly owe it all to Evelyn? Was she the saviour Varek wasn’t?

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Meanwhile in Bloodmoon, Damon had just finished reading the letter sent to him, his brows raised. How was this possible? Her plan truly worked?

Ren found Damon in his study, staring at a report with an expression his Beta had rarely seen on his Alpha’s face before—something close to genuine astonishment.

"Two more Alphas," Damon said, without looking up. "Two more, Ren. Formally requesting terms."

"That makes it—"

"Six total, since the border closed." Damon finally set the report down, leaning back in his chair, something almost dazed in the way he stared at the far wall. "Six Alphas, walking away from the First Houses, walking straight toward us instead."

"Six total," Damon repeated.

Ren nodded slowly. "And that isn’t even counting the merchants who have begun sending inquiries."

Damon stared at the report again like he couldn’t believe his eyes. Six men who had once placed their fortunes, their trade routes, and their trust in Lucien’s First Houses were now looking toward Bloodmoon.

"You didn’t think it would work," Ren said, studying him carefully.

"I thought it might work eventually. Slowly." Damon shook his head, something almost bewildered still lingering in his expression. "I didn’t think an entire realm’s economic structure could be unraveled in under a week by one woman with a stack of ledgers and a favor she called in nine years after she was owed it."

"She’s remarkable," Ren said, careful and neutral.

"She’s not remarkable." Damon’s voice had gone quieter. "Remarkable doesn’t cover it. I don’t have the word for what she is."

Damon let out a quiet breath and leaned back in his chair. "This is insane." How could a woman have done this?

He had known powerful women before. He had known clever Alphas, ruthless merchants, and men who could manipulate entire territories with a single decree.

But Evelyn was different. She had lost almost everything, but instead of crawling back to Kael or begging Lucien to reverse his decision, she had somehow turned the situation around and was pulling pieces of the First Houses toward herself.

Damon shook his head. "What kind of woman is she?"

Ren glanced at him.

Damon hadn’t meant to say it aloud. He cleared his throat and reached for another document. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to be as stupid as Kael to let go of a woman like Evelyn.

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Three days. That was all it took to shake Lucien’s economy. That was all it took for him to lose three members of the First Houses.

Three days for fifteen million silvers to disappear from all he had spent years building. Three days for merchants to begin whispering that the First Houses were no longer untouchable.

Lucien stood before the enormous map in his office, his arms folded tightly across his chest.

He had barely slept. Every time he closed his eyes, another report seemed to arrive.

If it wasn’t another shipment delayed, it was another merchant demanding compensation or another Alpha threatening to withdraw.

The Celestial border remained extra tight with hundreds of shipments stuck at the border. The neighbouring packs were in alliance with other packs, thus unable to help.

Lucien dragged his hand over his face. He knew he’d messed up. He shouldn’t have focused so much on the Celestial Realm. He should’ve followed his mother’s advice to create another opening to allow shipments to pass, but he didn’t. And now, he was suffering from his own pride.

If this continued, the pack was going to be in more loss than gains.

"How was this happening?" He muttered, mostly to himself, but Marcus heard it. The Beta stepped forward, clearing his throat.

"Perhaps I should speak clearly, Alpha," he said, voice firm. Lucien glanced at him.

"Speak clearly."

"Perhaps it’s time we look at the bigger picture, Alpha."

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. "What bigger picture do you speak of?"

Marcus hesitated, glancing at Ashira who wore the same look Lucien wore. "Evelyn Valemont."

As though her name were something bitter, Lucien’s expression darkened instantly.

"What of her?" he asked, though something in his voice suggested he already knew where this was going.

"Forgive me for saying, Alpha, but all of this," Marcus said, gesturing toward the maps, the reports scattered across the desk, "began the moment you threatened her. Not before. The border closures. The withdrawals. The First Houses questioning your authority for the first time in living memory." He held Lucien’s gaze steadily. "Every path we’ve tried since has led nowhere. Kingston refused to commit to anything. The neighboring realms are tied up in alliances that lock us out entirely. Our goods are perishing at the border as we speak, Alpha. Perishing."

"How does this tie back to Evelyn Valemont?" He gritted out.

"Aren’t you seeing things for what they are, Alpha? Somehow our trade routes are blocked with no way out. We are completely locked in, and we’re quickly dropping. But somehow, amongst this blockade, Valemont and Bloodmoon have found a way out of this. They are accepting trades and shipments. If this doesn’t scream the work of that woman, then what else?"

For several moments, Lucien said nothing. His eyes remained fixed on the map spread across the wall, but he was no longer seeing the territories marked upon it.

He was seeing Evelyn, insultingly composed. He remembered the day she had stood before him, refusing to bow to his authority. She had looked at him as though his title meant nothing to her.

At the time, he had thought it was arrogance. But now, for the first time, he wondered if it had been confidence.

"She cannot do this alone," Lucien finally said.

Marcus frowned. "She doesn’t have to."

Lucien turned sharply as Marcus stepped closer to the desk. "That is the part we keep missing. Evelyn doesn’t need to control the Celestial Realm. She doesn’t need to control the borders. She doesn’t even need to convince every Alpha in the First Houses to abandon you."

He pointed toward the map. "She only needed to create an alternative—and she did so well. Alpha Damon of Bloodmoon is providing the opening."

"And Valemont? Alpha Varek is providing the structure."

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. "And Alpha Cassian?"

Marcus paused. "That is the part we cannot confirm."

Ashira, who had been standing near the window, finally spoke. "But we can make an educated guess."

Ashira folded her arms. "Cassian suddenly refuses to receive your messages. His border inspections increase almost immediately after your dispute with Evelyn. Then Valemont and Bloodmoon begin accepting shipments that we can no longer move. That is too convenient to be coincidence."

Lucien stared at the map. For the first time, the pattern became painfully obvious.

"She planned this... but how?" Marcus murmured. He was instantly intrigued by the woman who could cause this much havoc in their pack. Who could destabilise Lucien to this extent.

Lucien turned away from the map. "We need to stop this."

"We have tried," Marcus replied.

"Then try harder." He snarled angrily, and the Beta fell silent.

"Find another route! Set up meetings with these Alphas! Create something!" He growled.

Marcus didn’t flinch. He stood his ground. "We cannot create what does not exist, Alpha. There is no way around this."

"Perhaps there is one way we haven’t explored yet." Ashira spoke up, and the two men looked at her.

Ashira continued before he could interrupt. "If she is behind this, then perhaps she is also the only person who can stop it."

Lucien laughed bitterly. "You expect me to go crawling to Evelyn Valemont?"

"No." Ashira’s gaze remained steady. "I expect you to recognize when you have been outplayed."

Lucien’s face hardened. He walked toward the window. Outside, the capital remained busy.

People went about their lives, unaware that the foundation of the First Houses was beginning to crack.

He had spent years building his influence. Years convincing Alphas that there was no safer place to put their wealth, no stronger alliance of power.

And now one woman was making them question all of it.

He hated her for it, but under that hatred was something worse.

Respect. A reluctant, infuriating recognition that she had played the game better than he had.

"I will go to her." Marcus suddenly spoke up, earning both Lucien’s and Ashira’s attention. "I think I can reason more with her. I’ll go talk to her. I’ll ask her to undo whatever she’s done, and that you will stop your decree on Valemont."

Lucien’s jaw worked, the silence stretching thin before he finally spoke.

"Not in my name," he said. "You go on your own judgment. As my Beta, concerned for the stability of the realm. Understood?"

Marcus inclined his head. "And if she asks who sent me?"

"Tell her nothing came from me." Lucien’s eyes were cold, though something in them had gone tired. "I am not begging that woman for anything. Not today. Not while I still have breath left in me."

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