Stand-In Luna’s Rise：Bound in My Twin's Name, Freed in My Own - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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She took a deep breath and answered: "Yeah?"
"Twenty minutes. Bring tampons to Nightfall." Theron's voice was ice-cold. "The kind for heavy flow."
The line went dead. Nyra stared at her phone, immediately knowing who they were for.
Theron knew Delilah's cycle better than his own pack's business schedule.
Rain pounded against the windows. From the Ashgrave estate to Nightfall Club was at least a forty-minute drive on a good day.
But Nyra grabbed her keys and umbrella anyway.
Halfway there, traffic came to a complete standstill. She checked the time—twelve minutes left.
Fuck it!
She abandoned her car and ran into the storm.
The rain soaked through her clothes in seconds. Her heels kept slipping on the wet pavement, and she went down hard in a puddle, her knee screaming in pain.
No time to care.
She hauled herself up and kept running, bursting through the club doors at the nineteen-minute mark.
Outside the private room, she was about to knock when laughter erupted from inside.
"Alpha, you seriously made your Luna run tampons through this storm? That's gotta be forty minutes from your place, minimum."
"Delilah's in pain." Theron's voice was flat, matter-of-fact. "She will figure it out."
Someone else chimed in: "I mean, yeah. Everyone knows your Luna's completely whipped for you. Three years of you being hung up on someone else, and she's still playing the devoted wife."
Another voice joined the mockery: "But real talk, Alpha—having a gorgeous she-wolf worship you for three years... you never felt anything? Not even once?"
The room went quiet.
Nyra held her breath and heard Theron's silence stretch for several heartbeats before he finally spoke:
"Between Delilah and Sylvae? I'd choose Delilah every single time. No contest."
The words should have stung, but Nyra only felt relief washing over her. She waited for the conversation to shift, then knocked.
When she walked in, every pair of eyes locked onto her in shock.
"Holy shit, right on time!"
"Luna, Goddess... what happened to you out there?"
Theron stood up, his brow furrowed. “Why do you look like a mess?”
Nyra held out the carefully protected package. "You said twenty minutes. I was worried you were in a hurry, so I ran the last few blocks."
She didn't mention the fall or how her knee was shaking from the pain.
Something flickered in Theron's eyes. He shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Put this on."
He nodded toward the tampons in her hand. "Take those to the restroom."
Nyra nodded and headed for the bathroom.
When she knocked, Delilah's soft voice called out: "Who is it?"
“Delivery for tampons.”
A pause. The door cracked open, and Nyra passed the package through and left immediately.
Back home, she took a hot shower. Her knee still hurt like hell.
Lying in bed, thinking about how close she was to freedom, she felt genuine relief.
She was just drifting off when her bedroom door exploded open.
Theron stormed in and grabbed her wrist. "Get up!"
Before Nyra could process what was happening, he hauled her out of bed and dragged her stumbling toward the staircase.
"Theron? What are you—"
The words died as a brutal force slammed into her. She flew backward, her head cracking hard against the steps before she rolled down the entire staircase.
Agony ripped through every inch of her body.
She lay crumpled at the bottom, vision swimming, warm blood trickling from her forehead.
"Why..." she managed, struggling to push herself up on shaking arms. "Why would you...?"
Theron stood silhouetted at the top of the stairs, his Alpha presence suffocating:
"Did you push Delilah?"
Nyra blinked up at him in confusion. "What?"
"Cut the BULLSHIT!" He descended the stairs. "Playing the perfect Luna these past few months, just waiting for tonight, right? You pushed her off that balcony!"
"Delilah's in the hospital now. Broken bones everywhere. She almost died because of you."
"I didn't..." She shook her head weakly, the motion sending fresh waves of pain through her skull.
Theron crouched down and grabbed her jaw. "Listen to me, Sylvae Fenwick. Whatever sick fantasy you've been nursing about us—KILL it. Our bond is JUST a business!"
He leaned close to her ear and spoke slowly: "The love you're so desperate for? You'll never get it from me. EVER!"
Nyra's vision was going black from the pain, but suddenly she wanted to laugh.
How ridiculious. She'd never wanted his love.
"Twenty minutes. Bring tampons to Nightfall." Theron's voice was ice-cold. "The kind for heavy flow."
The line went dead. Nyra stared at her phone, immediately knowing who they were for.
Theron knew Delilah's cycle better than his own pack's business schedule.
Rain pounded against the windows. From the Ashgrave estate to Nightfall Club was at least a forty-minute drive on a good day.
But Nyra grabbed her keys and umbrella anyway.
Halfway there, traffic came to a complete standstill. She checked the time—twelve minutes left.
Fuck it!
She abandoned her car and ran into the storm.
The rain soaked through her clothes in seconds. Her heels kept slipping on the wet pavement, and she went down hard in a puddle, her knee screaming in pain.
No time to care.
She hauled herself up and kept running, bursting through the club doors at the nineteen-minute mark.
Outside the private room, she was about to knock when laughter erupted from inside.
"Alpha, you seriously made your Luna run tampons through this storm? That's gotta be forty minutes from your place, minimum."
"Delilah's in pain." Theron's voice was flat, matter-of-fact. "She will figure it out."
Someone else chimed in: "I mean, yeah. Everyone knows your Luna's completely whipped for you. Three years of you being hung up on someone else, and she's still playing the devoted wife."
Another voice joined the mockery: "But real talk, Alpha—having a gorgeous she-wolf worship you for three years... you never felt anything? Not even once?"
The room went quiet.
Nyra held her breath and heard Theron's silence stretch for several heartbeats before he finally spoke:
"Between Delilah and Sylvae? I'd choose Delilah every single time. No contest."
The words should have stung, but Nyra only felt relief washing over her. She waited for the conversation to shift, then knocked.
When she walked in, every pair of eyes locked onto her in shock.
"Holy shit, right on time!"
"Luna, Goddess... what happened to you out there?"
Theron stood up, his brow furrowed. “Why do you look like a mess?”
Nyra held out the carefully protected package. "You said twenty minutes. I was worried you were in a hurry, so I ran the last few blocks."
She didn't mention the fall or how her knee was shaking from the pain.
Something flickered in Theron's eyes. He shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. "Put this on."
He nodded toward the tampons in her hand. "Take those to the restroom."
Nyra nodded and headed for the bathroom.
When she knocked, Delilah's soft voice called out: "Who is it?"
“Delivery for tampons.”
A pause. The door cracked open, and Nyra passed the package through and left immediately.
Back home, she took a hot shower. Her knee still hurt like hell.
Lying in bed, thinking about how close she was to freedom, she felt genuine relief.
She was just drifting off when her bedroom door exploded open.
Theron stormed in and grabbed her wrist. "Get up!"
Before Nyra could process what was happening, he hauled her out of bed and dragged her stumbling toward the staircase.
"Theron? What are you—"
The words died as a brutal force slammed into her. She flew backward, her head cracking hard against the steps before she rolled down the entire staircase.
Agony ripped through every inch of her body.
She lay crumpled at the bottom, vision swimming, warm blood trickling from her forehead.
"Why..." she managed, struggling to push herself up on shaking arms. "Why would you...?"
Theron stood silhouetted at the top of the stairs, his Alpha presence suffocating:
"Did you push Delilah?"
Nyra blinked up at him in confusion. "What?"
"Cut the BULLSHIT!" He descended the stairs. "Playing the perfect Luna these past few months, just waiting for tonight, right? You pushed her off that balcony!"
"Delilah's in the hospital now. Broken bones everywhere. She almost died because of you."
"I didn't..." She shook her head weakly, the motion sending fresh waves of pain through her skull.
Theron crouched down and grabbed her jaw. "Listen to me, Sylvae Fenwick. Whatever sick fantasy you've been nursing about us—KILL it. Our bond is JUST a business!"
He leaned close to her ear and spoke slowly: "The love you're so desperate for? You'll never get it from me. EVER!"
Nyra's vision was going black from the pain, but suddenly she wanted to laugh.
How ridiculious. She'd never wanted his love.
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