Chapter 15: The Unseen Luna of the Pack

The exact second the fleet glided to a halt dead in front of the high-tier dining lounge, a uniformed vanguard attendant rushed forward to clear the armored doors.

"Greetings, supreme Lord and Ladies. Have your scouts secured a reservation within our system tonight?"

Dominic offered a crisp nod, drawing an elite pure black obsidian card from his tailored vestments to present to the staff.

The establishment operated on a strict high-ranking pack registry. The moment the runic device processed his card, it did not merely verify his active reservation coordinates; it simultaneously projected his private preferences and bloodline restrictions onto the screen.

Clara cast a measuring glance around the perimeter, noting the lush silver leafage wrapping the terrace and the meticulously sculpted water fountains pulsing nearby. The layout explicitly broadcasted that this was an elite sanctuary reserved for the wealthiest predators in the territory.

A sudden pang of material pain hit her chest.

She had already finalized her internal strategy to settle the ledger for this feast herself.

Every single coin vanished from the vault tonight would be drawn from her own hard-earned savings!

However, compared to enduring an unearned debt toward Dominic Vance, she would willingly sacrifice her gold to purchase absolute distance from his orbit.

"Alpha Dominic! What a flawless twist of destiny. Do your hunting plans lead you to dine at these coordinates tonight as well?"

Two brightly robed young females descended from the upper terrace. The exact moment one of them locked her gaze onto Dominic, a brilliant spark ignited within her eyes, and she aggressively advanced to project her scent.

Dominic tracked the frequency of her voice, an uncharacteristic flicker of surprise crossing his features. It was Anna, a newly recruited low-ranking trainee within his central pack enterprise.

"Yes," he rasped out through flat lips, his commanding features remaining completely devoid of warmth.

"Oh gods, Alpha Dominic... is this beautiful female standing beside you the unseen Luna of our pack whom I have yet to revere? Her features are exquisitely striking; she runs in perfect cosmic harmony alongside your supreme stature." Anna’s eyes remained aggressively anchored onto Clara’s profile, unleashing a calculating current that sent a passing chill down Clara’s spine.

Dominic’s dark brows knitted together in dangerous irritation. "No."

While interacting with outer-realm entities, his baritone consistently maintained this brand of razor-sharp, lethal brevity; it was only within the presence of his immediate bloodline that he would expand his vocabulary.

"Ah, forgive my lower perception then; my calculations clearly overstepped." Anna offered a playful, submissive tilt of her head, seamlessly utilizing the opening to slide her arm around Dominic’s powerful, tailored forearm. "Alpha Dominic, since the ancient gods have crossed our tracking paths tonight, why do we not merge our tables and share the feast?"

Clara finally deciphered the hidden game transpiring before her. This young vixen was intensely pressured to claim a position within the supreme Alpha's private orbit.

"Perhaps it is best if I withdraw back to my den first, Alpha King. Execute your pack business; do not let my presence disrupt your hourglass."

Dominic instinctively countered her words with absolute authority. "She is merely a subordinate tool within my enterprise. Escort the Matriarch across the threshold at once."

Hearing the detached descriptor Dominic assigned to her standing, Anna’s entire frame locked tight with a sudden, suffocating stiffness.

She had exhausted immense resources and tactical maneuvering to successfully penetrate the perimeter of Dominic's central company. Throughout the past half-season, she had deployed every weaponized seduction to compromise his focus, robing herself in the most alluring garments each dawn, yet within his predatory vision, her unique scent carried zero distinction from the common herd!

However, her intellect remained sharp enough to recognize that a supreme entity of Dominic’s tier would naturally be targeted by countless females across the warring packs; his elite standards were an absolute law of nature.

Yet, analyzing the female standing directly in his shadow tonight, she felt an unprecedented wave of crisis capsize her confidence. The woman had survived several winter cycles, yet her porcelain skin possessed a flawless, milk-white density that looked completely untouchable. Her features did not belong to the aggressively shocking category; rather, they were composed of a gentle, deeply refined aristocracy. She carried an intoxicatingly prominent aura and a flawlessly curved silhouette that triggered an immediate alarm within Anna's hunting instincts.

"This revered entity must be the Alpha King’s supreme Matriarch, correct?"

Anna projected a brilliant, submissive smile toward Matriarch Evelyn. "Blessings upon your cycles, Matriarch! My name is Anna. Alpha Dominic continuously grants my position immense protection within the enterprise, and my spirit harbors an eternal debt of gratitude toward his name. Allow my vault to settle the ledger for this feast as a humble tribute to your house."

Her tactical design attempted to strike two targets with a single arrow—utilizing the tribute to force a closer alignment with Dominic’s bloodline, while simultaneously broadcasting her financial leverage to make her phantom rival yield and retreat from the territory.

But Matriarch Evelyn possessed zero desire to grant a low-ranking opportunist a shred of face, flattening the trap with an absolute, regal decree. "Abstain. During the sun's rise, you operate as Dominic’s subordinate; now that the shadows have claimed the sky, each wolf shall consume their prey independently. I have survived seventy cycles of rule, and my pride refuses to harvest cheap tributes from the younger generation."