Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Kabanata 251 - Kabanata 260

Diana "And?" Dom prompts, showing no reaction to this revelation. Fendel swallows thickly again, looking to his fellow Elders for support before turning back to Dom. "Well, we assumed that the Zervos Alpha was talking about the agreement we had with him before the trial. And as for the mate bond, I have no idea what gave him that impression or who told him that, but it was in alignment with our goals... so... so we went along with it." "What did you say to him?" Dom's question cuts through Fendel's stammering. "We assured him that of course, all he had to do was get Alpha Diana to go to his pack, and we would take care of the rest." Fendel's voice drops as he continues. "We said we would send the army to the Amadeus territory to..." He pauses, licks his lips nervously. "And then, naturally, the bond would grow back." Dom shakes his head slowly, his calm more terrifying than any display of rage could be. "But the Zervos Alpha says the Council approached him first. That you gu

Diana All eight of them suffer through it. All except Elder Thomas. The ancient man stands to the side, hunched over his gnarled walking stick, his knuckles white where they grip the wood. His face is the color of spoiled milk, his breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. He looks like a strong breeze could snap him in half. Dominicus doesn’t touch him. According to him, the man is so old and frail that if he did, his heart might give out and he would expire from the fear alone. But from the way Elder Thomas trembles, his rheumy eyes darting between his fellow Elders as they moan and writhe, it’s clear he’s suffering just as much. Occasionally, Dominicus pauses. “Are you the traitor?” he’ll ask, voice deceptively mild. “No!” they gasp, voices cracking. And he continues. Hours pass. Then a full day. The Elders grow delirious, their fear turning them feral. They start accusing each other, voices rising in panic. “It’s you!” Elder Gideon snarls at Elder Fendel, spittle

Diana84 years. The words hang in the air like smoke after gunfire. The room goes deathly still. Then— A raw, guttural scream tears from Elder Fendel's throat. "Eighty-four YEARS?!" Spittle flies from his lips as he lurches forward, his aged body trembling with rage. "You've been betraying us for decades—before any of us even joined the Council?!" The other Elders recoil, their faces slack with horror. Gasps echo off the stone walls. Fendel's knees hit the floor with a sickening crack. "How dare you..." His whisper is broken, his fingers clawing at the stone. "A century of lies..." But I don't look at them. My entire world narrows to Dominicus. His body has gone rigid, every muscle locked. The air around him warps, thick with the kind of energy that makes my wolf whimper in my chest. "Dom..." I reach for him, my voice barely audible. Lightning-fast, his hands snap out and seize Elder Thomas by the shoulders. The old man's bones creak under the force of his grip. "What did

DianaA black blur intercepts with a sound like a butcher's cleaver hitting bone.Dominicus stands between us, Thomas' paw caught effortlessly in one hand. His fingers tighten with a sickening crack of breaking metacarpals. Thomas' wolf-form yelps, the sound high and reedy compared to his earlier bravado.Dom doesn't even look at him. His glowing blue eyes rake over me—the gashes across my ribs, the unnatural angle of my left foreleg, the blood matting my fur. With every injury catalogued, the air grows heavier, thick with the ozone-scent of his rage.A low, inhuman sound rumbles from his chest as he finally turns to Thomas."How dare you."The transformation happens between heartbeats. One second Dom stands there—the next, a monstrous black wolf looms where he stood, towering over Thomas with eyes like smoldering saphires. The very trees seem to recoil from his presence.I shift back, my human form gasping as pain flares through freshly knitted bones. Strong hands catch me—Amadeus wa

Diana His eyes dart wildly. "I... I told you! They threatened me! I didn't want to either but they said they would kill me if I didn't comply! You have to understand. I'd just become an Elder—I had so much to live for, I didn't want to die!" Dom rolls his eyes, “You’ve said that over and over already. That’s not what I want to know.” "What I’m curious about is the reward they offered" Dom, his claws extending further. "I'm sure they must have offered you some sweet candy for your compliance. Else, you wouldn’t be working so enthusiastically for them." Guilt clouds Thomas’ features as he stammers out, "That... that... they said they would reward me if I did well." "Oh, that was very nice of them," Dom laughs mirthlessly. Then his voice turns serious. "But how? How did they do it? Witches can't step foot on Amadeus lands without being detected," he continues, his fingers flexing at his sides. "A curse that powerful—that all-encompassing—would have strict requirements. Conditio