The Reborn Luna’s Revenge Chapter 06

The Reborn Luna’s Revenge Chapter 06

Thalia’s POV 

Leo’s expression grew sheepish, almost guilty. “It’s not exactly a coincidence. I know about… about what happened with Marcus. About the mate bond being severed.” 

“I was concerned about you,” Leo continued, his voice gentle. “I suggested to Mary that she bring you here to my private horse ranch. I thought… I thought maybe the fresh air and open space might help clear your mind.” 

“Leo, I-” 

“Please, let me say this,” he interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve been carrying this for years, and I need you to know.” 

The intensity in his eyes made my heart race, and I found myself holding my breath. 

“I had a crush on you when we were kids,” he said quietly, his gaze never leaving mine. “A huge one. But you were so smart, so popular, so… perfect. I was just 

this awkward kid who was good at math. I never felt like I was good enough for you.” 

He liked me back then?* My mind raced back to our childhood, searching for signs I might have missed. 

“When I came back from abroad, the first thing I 

wanted to do was find you,” Leo continued, taking a step closer. “I’d spent years building myself up, becoming someone worthy of you. I was going to ask for your hand properly, do everything right this time. 

“But then I found out you were married,” he said, pain flickering across his features. “I had to step back, had to accept that I’d waited too long.” 

“Now,” he said, “I heard that you’re no longer bound to him. And I can’t help but hope… could you give me a chance, Thalia?” 

My throat felt tight. “What are you saying?” 

“I’m asking for a chance,” he said, his voice soft but determined. “A chance to prove that not all men are like Marcus.” 

“Leo,” I said, “I can’t.” 

His face fell slightly, but he nodded as if he’d expected this answer. “Because of Marcus?” 

“Because of me.” I turned to look out over the valley, unable to meet his eyes. “What Marcus did… it broke something in me. I don’t think I can trust anyone that way again. I don’t want to get married again.” 

“We don’t have to get married right away,” he said quickly. “We could take things slow, see where they lead.” 

I shook my head. “I’m not ready for anything, Leo. I may never be ready.” 

We stood in silence for a long moment, watching the sun sink lower toward the horizon. 

“I understand,” he said finally. “But Thalia, I need you to know something else.” 

I glanced at him, surprised by the shift in his tone. It was more serious now. 

“You have assets now. Territory and investments that belong to you. Marcus isn’t going to let that go easily.” 

chill ran down my spine. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean he’s going to try to get it back. “He’ll come for you, Thalia. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but he will come.” 

I’d known this was true. “What should I do?” 

“Be careful. Be smart. And if you need anything, anything at all, you call me immediately.” He pulled out his phone and held it toward me. “Give me your number.” 

I hesitated, then took his phone and entered my contact information. 

mean it, Thalia. Day or night, if Marcus or anyone else gives you trouble, you call me. I’ll drop everything.” 

The intensity in his voice left no room for doubt. Whatever romantic feelings I couldn’t return, I was grateful for his friendship and protection. 

“Thank you, Leo. Really.” 

The ride back down the mountain was quieter, both of us lost in our own thoughts. I was only thinking about getting revenge on Marcus, but I forgot he’s an extremely ruthless and vicious person. 

“Will you be okay getting home?” he asked as we walked toward the parking area. 

“I’ll be fine.” 

He nodded, then hesitated. “Thalia, what I said up there… I don’t want it to make things awkward between us. Your friendship means everything to me, even if that’s all it can be.” 

I smiled, the first genuine smile I’d managed since his confession. “It won’t be awkward, Leo. I’m glad we talked.” 

“Good.” He opened my car door for me. “Drive safely.” 

That night, I lay in bed replaying the day’s events. Sleep was a long time coming. 

The next morning, I was jolted awake by my phone ringing aggressively on the nightstand. Marcus’s name flashed on the screen. 

I sat up, my heart pounding, and answered. 

“Hello, Marcus.” 

“Thalia.” His voice was different, harder than I’d heard it in our recent conversations. The pretense of 

concern was gone. “Where are you staying?” 

The moment I’d been and anticipating in equal measure. 

“Why do you ask?” 

Because I’m coming to get you. Right now. Where are you?” 

“I’m at 1247 Oakwood Drive,” I said. 

“Good. I’ll be there in two hours.” 

The line went dead. 

Two hours. I stared at my phone, my mind racing. This was it. The confrontation I’d been preparing for. 

Still, the thought of facing him alone made my 

stomach churn. Leo’s offer of help echoed in my mind. 

Before I could second–guess myself, I dialed his number. 

“Thalia?” He answered on the first ring, and I could hear the concern in his voice. “What’s wrong?” 

“Leo, I need help. Marcus is coming here. He’ll be here in two hours, and I… I’m scared.” 

“I’m on my way,” he said immediately. “I’m about forty minutes out of your house. Will you accept my Delta guards?” 

Relief flooded through me. “Yes. Please.” 

“Four of my best will be there within twenty minutes. They’ll stay out of sight unless you need them. Just… be careful, Thalia. Don’t let him provoke you into doing anything rash.” 

“I won’t. Thank you, Leo.” 

True to his word, exactly eighteen minutes later, 

there was a firm but polite knock at my door. Four tall, imposing men stood on my porch, their eyes alert and professional. 

“Ma’am,” the leader said with a respectful nod. ” 

Alpha Leonardo sent us. We’re here to ensure your safety.” 

I ushered them inside, directing them to position themselves upstairs where they could watch the front entrance while remaining out of sight. 

Two hours passed. Then I heard it. Heavy, aggressive knocking at my front door. Not the polite knock of the guards, but the demanding, entitled pounding of someone who expected immediate compliance. 

Marcus. 

I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and walked to the door. My hand hesitated on the handle for just a moment before I pulled it open. 

Marcus stood on my porch, but he wasn’t alone. 

Behind him, wearing a smug smile, stood Freya.