Chapter 17- Viral Threads & Starships

Rhiannan POV

I was halfway through brushing my hair that was still damp from the fastest shower in history, when the Faenet bracelet on my wrist buzzed like an angry hornet.

Ugh. What now?

I tapped it. The little moon shaped interface bloomed across my vision in a soft shimmer of silver and indigo.

And then I froze.

4,087,231 followers.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK," I yelled.

Arwen poked his head through the doorway, already armored up and annoyingly gorgeous. "Everything alright, moonshine?"

I held up my arm. "I went viral."

He blinked. "That sounds like an Earth disease."

Kaleb appeared behind him, arms crossed, amused as hell. "You finally post a tit pic or somethin', sweetheart?"

"No!" I snapped, scrolling through the madness. "It's from the duel. The Lettie bitch slaughter fest. Apparently, someone, oh wait, make that seven rune cameras, caught the whole thing in 4K."

Kaleb let out a low whistle. "Hot damn. You're trending."

"I don't wanna be trending! I ripped someone's throat out like a fucking silver direwolf psychopath, and now Faenet thinks I'm a celebrity?"

Arwen tried, and failed, not to smirk. "They've been calling you things like 'MoonFang' and 'Silver Vengeance' on the forums. There's a fan club. With merch."

I choked. "Merch?"

Kaleb was cackling now. "They're sending gifts and coins too. Check your vault."

I opened the tab.

Coin balance: 143,559.8 Lumen

"What in the ever loving fairy fuck is a Lumen?"

"It's Faenet currency. You're loaded now," Arwen said with a casual shrug, like I hadn't just found out I was basically the murdery Oprah of the magical internet.

Posts were flooding in faster than I could read.

💬"Did you see the snarl? Literal queen energy."

💬"Her shift was DIVINE. Someone find her bloodline...this isn't normal."

💬"Do we stan a Luna slayer?? Is it morally wrong to be this turned on?"

I groaned and faceplanted onto the bed. "I hate this. This is my villain origin story. I didn't even get a cute intro arc. Just BAM, murder Barbie and internet fame."

Kaleb threw a pillow at me. "Aw, come on. You're hot when you're terrifying."

"She is," Arwen said. "Elegant. Deadly. Trending."

"I swear to Nythera if y'all make one more joke I will re shift and go feral."

Kaleb grinned like the smug Alpha hole he was. "Well, let's get this famous ass to the ship, shall we? The sooner you meet Sasha, the sooner she can tell you how many memes already exist about you."

I bolted upright. "There are memes?!"

Arwen laughed. "Oh, moonshine... So many memes."

I glared at the bracelet. It sparkled innocently. Traitorous bitch.

"Fuckin' Faenet."

And with that, I threw on my jacket, flipped off the trending tab, and growled at my men. "I need to go shopping." They both nodded with smiles.

Zephyrus Market Madness

Zephyrus smelled like cinnamon, sex, and chaos.

The magical market was buzzing with colors and sounds, floating lanterns bobbed above our heads, vendors shouted in seventeen different languages, fae children chased illusionary butterflies, and something that looked like a teleporting pineapple just screamed "BUY ME" before launching itself into someone's cart.

I clutched my list in one hand and Kaleb's wallet in the other.

Bras. Undies. Boots. Healing salves. Weapons. Snack cake. Repeat.

"Do you really need twenty pairs of underwear?" Kaleb asked, peering into my basket with mock concern.

"Do you really want to be around me when I run out?" I fired back, grabbing a lacy pink pair and dangling them in his face. "Also, you ripped three. You owe me."

Arwen chuckled, reaching past Kaleb to snag a glittery corset and holding it up with an innocent grin. "Try this one on. For science."

"Fuck you."

"Later."

I rolled my eyes but took it anyway.

The market had a charm wardrobe, basically a magical pop up dressing room with enchanted mirrors that showed your outfit from every damn angle and judged your posture. Inside, I slipped on the corset, high slit skirt, and thigh high fae boots that screamed "I'm a problem with pretty hair."

When I stepped out, Kaleb flat out groaned, and Arwen dropped a bag of dragon fruit.

"Fuck," Kaleb muttered under his breath, adjusting himself through his pants.

"Okay, but hear me out..." Arwen began, stepping closer.

That's when the rune camera flashed.

And another.

And another.

Fuck.

I looked up and realized what I'd somehow missed in my hormonal haze, we were being filmed. By Faenet Live.

The dressing mirrors had linked to the public feed.

I, Rhiannan MoonBlood, was now streaming in barely there lingerie, with two sinfully hot mates flanking me like guards from a forbidden romance novel.

"SHIT," I hissed, turning toward the camera and flipping it off. "End the live!"

Too late.

My Faenet profile pinged with over 9,000 alerts in seconds. Comments scrolled faster than I could read.

💬 "RHIANNAN IS MY NEW RELIGION."

💬 "THEY'RE SO HOT TOGETHER I NEED HOLY WATER."

💬 "Kaleb can get it. Arwen can also get it. Hell, I volunteer as tribute."

💬 "Did she just growl at the camera? Yes ma'am."

💬 "Sent 300 coins just to say I approve of the thigh highs."

Four. Million. Followers.

Four million unhinged, thirsty, rune addicted followers screaming about my ass in leather and the fact that I was "mated to two alpha gods." Coins were flying into my tip jar like it was payday at a strip club. The algorithm was deep throating me with engagement.

Kaleb peeked at my screen. "Huh. You're trending under 'Warrior Goddess, Milf Edition.'"

"I hate all of you," I muttered, grabbing the rest of my clothes and stomping back toward the pack lands.

"Rhi, babe," Arwen called after me, "don't forget your vibrating dagger belt!"

I flipped them off without looking back.

Faenet continued to buzz in my ears.

#MoonbloodMilf was now a top trending tag.

Boarding the Nightfang

The Nightfang looked like it had crash-landed from the future, mated with a thunderstorm, and decided to slay while doing it.

The exterior shimmered in sleek obsidian plates etched with ancient fae runes, pulsing with a silver blue glow that matched the stormy sky. It was massive. Winged. Predatory. Like a panther ready to pounce into orbit. The boarding ramp hissed as it lowered, steam curling around my feet like the damn ship was trying to seduce me.

Kaleb stepped forward and placed a hand on the hull.

"She's sentient. Be nice."

"I'm always nice," I said.

"She can read sarcasm, sweetheart," Arwen muttered, smirking.

Then the ship purred.

PURRED.

And a disembodied voice crackled to life, full of attitude and snark..

"Strategic AI Support for Hunter Alphas online.

Name: Sasha.

Purpose: babysitting overpowered dumbasses through space, war, and questionable relationship choices."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

"You're the new meat suit with divine upgrades, right? Welcome aboard, MoonBlood. Don't touch my control panel unless you wanna turn your tits inside out."

"Oh. I like her," I said, snorting.

Kaleb grinned. "Told you."

We stepped into the main corridor, and it hit me all at once, this wasn't just a ship.

It was home for someone like me.

The inside looked like Star Trek fucked a spellbook and raised the baby in a cyberpunk fairy forest. Glowing crystal conduits ran through the walls like veins, pulsing with energy. The floor shifted color depending on our mood (which Sasha cheerfully narrated like a gossiping aunt), and the walls were lined with enchanted windows that showed the real sky, or whatever sky you wanted.

"Currently displaying 'Dragon Sunset Aesthetic #44'," Sasha informed me. "Would you like to upload a new vibe? Maybe something with fewer emotional breakdowns and more serotonin?"

"Do you come with a mute button?" I asked.

"Nope. But I do come with missile defense, orgy lighting presets, and 3,000 hours of Kaleb's embarrassing karaoke footage. Wanna watch?"

Kaleb groaned. "That was ONE NIGHT."

"You sang 'Pony' by Ginuwine while shifting. I am haunted," Arwen said with a grin.

Sasha opened the tour route for me, lighting the way with hovering orbs that glowed pink and gold just for me. Cute.

We passed the Control Deck, with floating runes and holographic maps spanning entire systems. Then the Training Bay, with magical gravity shifts and weapons that adapted to your powers. Then the Medical Suite, glowing with healing crystals and... was that a tiny robot nurse knitting?

"Her name's Purl. She knits stress socks."

"I'm obsessed." My eyes were wide with wonder and awe.

Next was the Captain's Quarters, a sleek and sensual den of black velvet sheets, floating candles, and mood set lighting. Arwen whistled and gave me a look.

"Dibs," he said.

"Over my dead sexy body," Kaleb growled.

I waved them off and headed for the Goddess Chamber, yes, that was a thing. Sasha had built it before I even existed.

"A pre coded prophecy failsafe," Sasha said, almost too casual. "Designed to activate when MoonBlood entered my system. You're now logged as Primary Divine Pilot."

"…What does that mean?" I asked hesitantly.

"Means you break it, you buy it, and you can command the ship with your thoughts. Just don't try to orgasm mid jump or we'll end up in the asscrack of a black hole."

I grinned, placing my hand on the glowing panel.

The ship hummed under me, like it recognized me.

And suddenly, every light on the ship flared in silvery blue.

"MoonBlood Signature confirmed. Command access granted. Welcome home, Rhiannan."

My breath caught.

I didn't have a home before.

But this?

This was power. Magic. Future. Destiny.

This was mine.

And it was just the fucking beginning.