Chapter 75 – More Freedom

(Quinn's perspective)

Being "perfect" was never something I aimed for, but here I am, sitting in a high-end café dressed in a sleek beige outfit that hugs every inch of me like a second skin. My legs are crossed just so, my posture elegant and deliberate. The soft leather of the chair beneath me feels too plush, like it knows I don't belong here. But I make it look like I do. My every movement is measured, calculated, and graceful. I lift my coffee cup to my lips, pinky slightly raised, and sip slowly. My eyes stay forward, focused, even though I can feel the stares of passersby through the glass window.

They always look. Men. Women. Even the baristas try to be subtle but fail miserably. I can't blame them. It's the aura I've built. I'm not just another woman sitting in a café. I'm the Luna. Cale's Luna.

The girl who once flinched at the mention of his name is gone. She's buried so deep I doubt I could dig her up if I tried. This version of me? She walks beside him into meetings with alphas of other packs, sits at his right hand, nods like she understands every word they're saying, and I am taking everything in. Learning. I've watched how they move, how they bargain. I know the difference between an alpha looking for allies and one looking for weaknesses.

I learned it all. I became it all.

At first, I thought Cale wouldn't fall for it. I thought he'd see right through me. But the more I smiled during his "tests"—the more I leaned into his touch, his kisses—the more he loosened his grip. Not just on me, but on everything. Freedom started as a trickle. He'd let me walk the pack grounds without him by my side. Then came solo day trips with an "escort." A trial, I knew. But I played the part of the grateful Luna so well, he didn't even see it for what it was—a chance for me to breathe.

My biggest win so far was Derek. When I asked to choose my own Beta, I was ready for Cale to laugh in my face. Instead, he tilted his head, his sharp eyes watching me like he was waiting for a punchline.

"Who?" he asked.

"Derek," I said without hesitation.

For a second, I saw something flicker in his eyes—maybe doubt—but then he gave me that smug grin of his and shrugged like it didn't matter. I expected a catch, but there wasn't one. Not that I could see, anyway. Derek was mine. My shadow. My eyes and ears. My ally.

It wasn't instant, though. At first, Derek was stiff, formal, eyes darting between me and every shadow like he thought I'd break if he looked away for a second. But over time, something shifted. It started with small things. Like how he'd hold the door open for me without me asking or how he'd step just a little too close when we passed unfamiliar wolves. It was protective. Genuine.

Now, I trust him. More than I trust anyone else in this pack. Even Trinity trusts him.

"Your perfect Luna act is really paying off," Trinity's voice echoes in my head, sly and sweet like she's sharing some inside joke only we know. I don't respond aloud. Talking to a voice in your head tends to draw attention. But I glance down at my coffee, swirling the foam with a spoon, and think back. Yeah, it really is.

Mating. God, that word alone used to make my stomach twist into knots so tight I thought I'd suffocate. The first time Cale dragged me to that room, every inch of me screamed. I hated every second of it, and he loved every second of that hate. He fed off it.

But now? I play his game better than he does. I don't flinch. I don't wince. I don't cry. Trinity made sure of that. "Smile, Quinn," she'd purr in my head, and I'd do it. I'd smile even when every part of me burned with disgust.

"You're thinking too much," Trinity says now, her voice playful. "Drink your coffee. Look pretty. Be seen."

I do. I sip slowly, lean back, and let my gaze drift to the street. The world keeps moving, oblivious to the war I'm fighting from the inside out.

My phone buzzes on the table. I glance down, already knowing who it's from. Cale.

Before I can reach for it, Derek's voice cuts through the café's gentle hum. "Pardon me, Ms. Quinn." He's at my side in an instant, his large frame casting a shadow over me. People stare, but they always do. They see the broad-shouldered Beta talking to the refined Luna, and their minds jump to the most dramatic conclusions. They have no idea how wrong they are.

"Yes, Derek?" I keep my voice light, calm, Luna-like.

"Alpha Cale has asked you to meet him at an address for a meeting ten minutes from here. He's already nearby."

"Where?"

Derek hesitates, his jaw clenching. His eyes dart to the side like he doesn't want to tell me.

"Derek," I say, low but firm. "Where?"

He sighs. "Diaz residence."

My blood goes cold. Ice floods my veins so fast it feels like I might pass out. The Diaz residence. No. No, no, no. Not there. Not them.

"Quinn?" Trinity's voice sharpens in my head, sensing the shift in me. "What's wrong?"

I can't answer. My breathing's too shallow. My hands tremble as I reach for my bag, sliding it over my shoulder with a practiced calm I don't feel.

"Quinn," Trinity's voice presses harder. "Focus. You're slipping. Keep it together."

I push out a breath and nod to Derek. "Let's go."

My steps are steady as I follow him, but inside, I'm crumbling. The Diaz residence. Of all places, why there? Why them?

"You can do this," Trinity says like it's simple. Easy. "You've come too far to break now. You are Quinn, the perfect Luna."

I nod to myself as we step outside, letting the sun hit my face like a slap. Derek walks ahead, scanning every angle like a soldier on patrol. I watch him. Steady. Reliable. Unshakable. I need to be like him.

We climb into the black SUV, and Derek doesn't say a word. He doesn't have to. He knows I'm thinking too much again. His eyes flick to the rearview mirror, catching my gaze for a split second.

"You good, Ms. Quinn?"

No. I'm not good. I'm a storm brewing in a teacup, but I force a smile anyway. "Of course."

We drive in silence, and with every passing mile, my heart beats harder, louder, until I swear Derek can hear it. I clutch my bag tighter, nails digging into the leather, my breathing shallow.

Trinity hums softly in my head. "Don't look so scared, little Luna. You've already won. The game's yours now. This is just another move on the board."

But I know better. This situation will be unpredictable. Dangerous. Ruthless. Cale didn't bring me here to show off his perfect Luna. He brought me here for something else.

What does he want me to prove this time?

The SUV slows as we pull into a long driveway. The gates slide open with a heavy, metallic groan. I spot the house—large, modern, too sleek for a pack of savages like them.

Derek parks, and the moment the engine cuts off, I feel it. A weight. A presence. Eyes watching. Waiting.

The front door swings open slowly, and I see him. Cale. Standing at the top of the stairs, arms crossed, grin sharp as a blade.

"Come, my Luna," he calls down to me, his voice warm like honey, but I know better. "We have much to discuss."

I step out of the SUV, the sun too bright, the air too still. My heart thunders in my chest as I look up at him, and for the first time in months, I'm afraid.

"Welcome to the Diaz Residence," he says, his eyes gleaming with something far more dangerous than love.

And I know then—this is not a meeting.

This is a reckoning.