The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Vivian’s POV

Did they seriously believe I had something to do with the attack on Lily’s pack?

The moment the thought crossed my mind, my stomach twisted. I guess their security wasn’t as sloppy as I’d assumed, picking up on the fact that some random girl showed up, stayed briefly, then vanished the same day their alpha was murdered. Perfect. Now I was probably considered a fugitive.

Did Zaliver know about this?

I shifted uncomfortably under their stares, but my mom turned to my dad instead.

"So, you didn’t know?" she asked him softly.

I was too stunned to speak, let alone lie. I just shook my head slowly, eyes fixed on some random spot on the wall. My mind was racing, and I felt pale, sick even, like someone had scooped out my insides and replaced them with ice.

"Oh, but how did you get past the other patrols? Not everyone’s been told to look for you. You’re somewhat a suspect, but someone high up made sure you’re not actively pursued." Her words carried both concern and suspicion. "Still, there are plenty of wolves out searching, enough to notice if you crossed any borders."

My father leaned forward, voice edged with frustration.

So Zaliver did know. That manipulative Alpha. Of course he’d pulled strings behind the scenes, made sure I wasn’t hunted, and still hadn’t told me. My jaw clenched.

My mom’s eyes darted around the room. I could feel her unease, like her instincts were warning her of something she couldn’t name. But I was too caught up in the storm inside me to focus on it.

It hurt more than I expected, the idea that people assumed I was part of the slaughter. And maybe, in some twisted way, I was. Not with my hands, but I’d been part of the chain of events that led there.

"Vivian," my dad started, voice firm but quieter than before. "We don’t believe that garbage anymore. But we need answers. What’s really going on? Is this your mate’s doing? Did he orchestrate that attack? Why were you missing? Are you even sure he’s really your mate?"

That last question hit like a slap.

My head snapped up. "No, what? No. He is my mate," I said, voice cracking on the last word. "Don’t say that. He’s mine."

That possessive edge that surfaced whenever Zaliver talked about the bond, I finally understood it. Just having my own father question it made something primal rise up inside me, defensive and fierce, vibrating just under my skin.

My dad stood, towering over me, expression carved from stone. My mother rose too, more slowly, more cautiously. The tension in the room had pulled itself taut.

"I haven’t even met him," Dad bit out, "and I can already tell he’s a bad influence. Look at this mess. People think you’re involved in a massacre. Is this what happens when we’re not around? We sent you to Lily’s pack to keep you safe, not to send you running headfirst into danger."

His voice was rising, frustration sharpening into anger, and my cheeks burned.

"Chace," my mother said softly, fingers finding the hem of his sweater.

Neither of us paid her any attention. The tension had locked us into our own standoff.

"You’ve never even given him a chance," I shouted. "How can you judge him when you haven’t even met him?"

Dad’s expression darkened. He reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Chace," Mom said again, more urgently this time. There was something in her eyes now, fear, and the air in the room had shifted without either of us noticing, turning colder, heavier, like everything was bracing.

"Because he hasn’t earned one!" Dad’s voice boomed off the walls. "I’m relieved you’re alive, but you’re coming home with us. Tonight. You’ve been missing for weeks, and we didn’t know where to even start looking. We weren’t told where you were, even now, and that’s his doing, isn’t it?"

I could feel it before I heard anything.

The bond pulled tight. Zaliver was coming. And judging by what was moving through it, he had heard everything.

"Let go!" I yanked my arm back but Dad’s grip held. "You can’t drag me anywhere I don’t want to go. I’m a legal adult, and you haven’t even given me a chance to explain!"

A brief, irrational panic surged through me, some vivid fear that he might somehow pull me off this island, erase everything that had happened here.

Thud.

"And where is this so-called mate of yours?" Dad growled, eyes blazing.

"Behind you," said a voice. Cool. Cutting. Lethal.

The air went still.

My dad’s hand dropped from my arm as he turned. His reaction was immediate, a sharp, audible gasp that wasn’t just surprise. It was the full-body recognition of something greater standing in the room. The same thing I’d felt the first time I saw Zaliver. He didn’t just look powerful. He radiated it.

I looked at him instinctively. The combat boots were gone, replaced by gleaming black dress shoes that clicked softly against the floor. Black slacks, tailored precisely, fitted in a way that left very little to the imagination, and I already knew the front view was a problem for my focus. His shirt was buttoned, deep black to match his hair, fitted close enough to show everything I was already too familiar with, with a white shirt visible underneath, three buttons undone at the chest.

And those eyes. Ice-blue, sharper than usual, brighter against the slicked-back black of his hair. He wasn’t just the man I’d kissed under moonlight anymore. Right now, he looked every inch the dark legend. The Lupus Deus.

His smile wasn’t safe either. It curled at the corner in that particular way that wasn’t amusement at all, just a quiet, mocking acknowledgment that my father had stepped into something he didn’t understand.

Both hands in his pockets. Feet apart. Completely still. And the fury rolling off him was impossible to ignore.

I hadn’t noticed him arrive. I should have, I knew better, but Dad and I had been too deep in our argument. He’d been watching through the bond, absorbing every word, and I could feel what he’d made of it.

My mom looked like she didn’t know whether to run or cry. She backed away instinctively, eyes fixed on Zaliver, both hands stretched out as if she could somehow stand between us and what stood before her.

My dad hadn’t spoken, but his posture said enough. Shoulders rising, spine drawing back slightly. The confidence from two minutes ago was gone.

Zaliver didn’t glance at me. He simply moved, circling my father, and came to stand at my side. The moment he did, Dad stepped back, sliding in front of my mother on reflex.

I looked at my father’s face and felt something sink in my chest.

He wasn’t just surprised.

He was horrified.

Because he knew. Whatever he’d felt the moment Zaliver walked in, he understood now that this wasn’t just some alpha his daughter had attached herself to. This was something else entirely. Something far, far more.

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