The Return of the Fallen Luna: Rise of the Heiress-Chapter 27 Plan to Record

The door to the dark room creaked open.

Light spilled in, harsh and blinding, and two large, broad-shouldered warriors stepped inside. They didn’t bother hiding the hunger in their eyes as they approached.

Ashley narrowed her gaze against the sudden brightness, forcing herself to focus on their silhouettes as they drew closer.

"Looks like we’re in for a treat, huh?" one of them said with a crude chuckle.

Ashley didn’t need to think twice about what they meant nor what they intended to do, as it was obviously written all over their faces.

"That can wait. For now, we do what Luna Maddison ordered us to do." The other warrior spoke with a sharp edge, reining his companion in, but his expression was no better. The intent was still there, just restrained by discipline. Duty came first. Whatever else they wanted to do to Ashley could come after.

After all, everyone now knew she meant nothing to their Alpha. So, no one would care what happened to her.

If anything, they understood just how deeply their soon-to-be Luna despised Ashley. Carrying out this task and going further would only earn them her favor, a way to please her while giving her anger an outlet.

Watching them, Ashley could already piece it together.

Nathan must have realized by now that she and her mother were missing. But the fact that he was searching quietly, telling no one, meant Maddison hadn’t told him the truth of what she had done to Ashley and her mother.

Not a word. More likely, she had fed him lies about Ashley running off, perhaps, or planning some surprise. As for her mother... hidden away, out of sight, out of mind.

Whatever story she told him, he must have believed it; it didn’t change anything.

Nathan had already arranged her fall. But Maddison simply couldn’t resist getting her hands on it herself.

But would Ashley just accept it?

No.

Her gaze hardened as she looked at the two warriors. "What do you want?!" Ashley growled, backing away as her eyes flicked between the two warriors.

On the surface, she looked cornered, tense, uncertain, while retreating step by step.

But it was deliberate.

If they saw her as prey, as something weak and already defeated, they’d loosen up their guard against her. And them being careless was the only opening she would get. Even a cornered rabbit bites. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

She just needed that moment.

Because these weren’t ordinary men, they were adult werewolves, stronger, faster, with bodies that healed almost as quickly as they broke. If she wanted any chance at all, it had to be through surprise.

She had to strike first.

Ashley watched them approach, their lecherous gazes already treating her as if she were their prey.

She kept backing up until her spine hit the wall.

One of them grew impatient and lunged, reaching for her arms to pin her down, but Ashley had been waiting for that. The moment he moved, she reacted. Ignoring the pain in her knee, she pivoted sharply, slipping past him in the tight space, then drove an uppercut straight into his chin.

Her smaller frame worked in her favor. In the cramped room, she could move freely, while they couldn’t attack her together without getting in each other’s way.

"Ugh—bitch!" the warrior snarled, reeling from the hit.

The punch to his chin left him dizzy, his vision splitting as he staggered back, trying to steady himself.

The second warrior stepped in from the doorway, swinging at her, but Ashley moved first. She pivoted as she took a turn to the side into his blind spot.

She couldn’t match their strength, but she didn’t need to. She had learned long ago how to turn other’s size and strength against them, she only needed to redirect the force, throw off their balance, and let their own weight work against them.

And that’s exactly what she did.

Fortunately, they underestimated her, fooled by her act of weakness, so they didn’t shift into their wolf forms and chose to face her unprepared.

It was their mistake, though.

She struck the first warrior with ease, then slipped into the second’s blind spot, catching his extended arm mid-swing and twisting it until the bone cracked. Knowing that their wolves would heal them quickly, she didn’t hesitate; she drove a sharp kick into the back of his knee, forcing him down, and without hesitation, she slammed his head hard against the ground until she saw blood.

Even if he could heal, she knew the blow would leave him disoriented, his mind reeling as if it had been violently shaken. As she finished with the second warrior, the first warrior was already recovering, forcing her to act fast.

She stepped back, then used the fallen warrior as a springboard, launching herself into the air and driving a powerful kick into the first warrior’s head, sending him crashing hard against the padded wall.

Ashley’s kick slammed the second warrior’s head against the wall. Blood streaked the surface as he slumped to the ground. The sight was gruesome, but she couldn’t afford sympathy because they had attacked first, and she’d only defended herself. Neither warrior was dead, but they wouldn’t stay down forever. She needed to move.

After catching her breath, Ashley staggered away and fled the villa. Her lungs burned as she ran. At the front door, she yanked the handle only to find it locked from the outside.

Maddison must have anticipated her escape attempt. Ashley tried the windows next, but hadn’t noticed the security bars before. She didn’t bother checking upstairs because if Maddison had planned this carefully, she would have sealed every exit. Ashley was trapped until either Maddison or Nathan decided otherwise.

"Ugh... great," Ashley growled, punching the air. Sweat clung to her skin, her body burning as she forced herself to ignore the sharp pain in her knee. The fever was getting worse; she could feel it in the haze clouding her thoughts, and her untreated wound throbbed, likely split open again.

She clenched her jaw and forced her mind to work, searching for a way out before the two warriors regained consciousness. Once they did, they wouldn’t hold back. They’d come for her, furious and looking to settle the score, and in her current state, she wouldn’t stand a chance.

The strength surging through her now was nothing but adrenaline, a fleeting spike keeping her upright. When it faded, it would leave her weak, feverish, and utterly vulnerable.

"What do I do..." Ashley murmured, her gaze sweeping across the vast living room. It lay in darkness, broken only by the faint glow spilling in from the garden outside. They hadn’t even bothered turning on the lights, but of course, they didn’t need to. As werewolves, the dark was nothing to them.

Her jaw tightened as realization settled in. The light that had blinded her earlier might be their phones’ flashlights. So they could get a better material for recording.

A cold fury crawled up her spine. From what she had heard and seen, they must have planned to film what they intended to do to her, to rape and degrade her, to turn her into a spectacle. So they could use this recording to parade her at tomorrow’s mating ceremony.