Luna Never Came Back Novel – Valeria’s POV I’d chased after the cold-hearted Alpha commander Corvin Robert for three years. ——flirted, teased, and tempted him 999 times. And still, he never stepped down from his damn pedestal. I had the kind of figure that turned heads—tiny waist, full chest, flawless skin. My wolf was pure white and shimmering, with a tail that seemed to have magic when it wagged.
But to him? I wasn’t even worth a glance. The final rejection broke something in me. Without hesitation, I grabbed the landline on the desk and dialed a number I hadn’t called in years. “I’ve decided,” I said flatly. “I’ll mate to that rogue wolf you wanted me to.” There was a long pause on the other end before Theodore Hayes finally spoke, disbelief thick in his voice. “Are you serious?” “Don’t believe me? Then forget it.” “No, no, no!” he blurted, his voice cracking with excitement.
“I just… I just can’t believe it! This is amazing. You’ve finally come to your senses. I’ll start preparing the mating ceremony right away. You’ll have the grandest ceremony imaginable!” “A grand ceremony? On the desolate border?” I let out a cold laugh, my eyes emotionless. “Don’t bother with the arrangements. Don’t show up either. And make sure your little first love and her precious daughter stay the hell out of my sight.” I paused, my voice dropping an octave. “One week.
I want a hundred grand. I’ll take it and go.” “Are you trying to cut ties with me?” His voice darkened. “Valeria, I am still your father!” “Father? You don’t deserve the title,” I sneered. “Just remember to deliver the money, or I won’t go through with it.” I hung up the phone. I knew he was desperate for me to marry into the rogues, which meant he would agree to any condition I set. I lifted my gaze, looking at the face in the mirror, a face that bore a resemblance to my mother’s.
Ten years. My mother had been dead for ten years, yet I still couldn’t forget the sight of my father celebrating a new woman while standing on the grounds of her fresh grave. I was barely ten years old, and my mother had just been buried. Theodore Hayes walked in the door with his childhood sweetheart and her daughter, Winnie. That day, Winnie, in a brand-new red dress, timidly called my name. In response, I grabbed the nearest vase and didn’t stop until I’d smashed it across Theodore’s forehead.
That very night, I was shipped overseas. For years, I let him spoil his sweetheart and her daughter rotten back home. My revenge was simple: I used his money overseas to live a life of reckless extravagance and debauchery. It wasn’t until three years ago that Theodore sent me a mind link, asking me to come home. The Stardust Pack and the rogues on the border had been clashing for years. After losing several elite warrior training groups, my father finally decided to call for a truce.
The rogues’ condition was for one of the Alpha’s daughters to form a mate bond with the Rogue King. Because he loved his childhood sweetheart, he also cherished Winnie, his stepdaughter, and couldn’t bear to send her to suffer. So, the thought of marrying me off to the rogue pack took root in his mind. The instant I received the news, I was so furious that I immediately shifted into my wolf form. I unsheathed my claws and smashed everything I could find in the pack house, including his beloved Moonstone Vase.
Shaking with rage, he ordered me bound and dragged to the Werewolf Training Camp that very night. The training camp was the largest warrior academy in the Northern Territories. It was a place of strict discipline, high intensity, and immense pressure, which had produced countless elite wolf warriors. “Corvin, do your uncle a favor and help me discipline this ungrateful daughter!” Corvin Robert was the son of my father’s old friend.
He became the Pack Alpha at a young age and also served as a high-ranking commander at the training camp. The man wore his military uniform flawlessly, which emphasized his tall, muscular physique. He exuded an aura of severe, icy authority. A single glance from his gray-green eyes was enough to make you feel completely frozen. At Theodore’s request, he was stricter with me than with anyone else. On the very first day, he punished me with exercises in instant-shifting and sprinting. I had never endured such hardship. After the run, my feet were so swollen I could barely recognize them.
I hid under the covers, cursing him with tears all night long. But the next morning, a tube of medicated cream for swelling and bruising appeared on my bedside table. Corvin was a man as cold as ice, yet… When my stomach hurt in the middle of the night and the infirmary was locked, he was the one who climbed through the window to get me medicine. When I failed my shooting assessment, he kept me in extra training until dawn, finally holding my wrist and saying, “Aim before you pull the trigger.”