Semua Bab The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Diana “Well then, if you’re sure, Alpha Stefan…then sit”. Dominicus’s voice cuts icy, and sharp. Stefan flinches. But then, like a death row prisoner who’s just been granted amnesty, he gives a jerky little nod, quickly dragging his chair over and dropping into it with almost comical urgency, as if afraid the offer might be snatched away if he hesitates. The two Alphas beside him shuffle back toward the table as well, their chairs rolling softly on the polished floor. Dominicus leans back slightly, his eyes cool as they sweep the room. “I believe,” he says smoothly, “that should have convinced you — all of you — just how grossly unmatched any of you would be against a dark witch. And, of course…” His gaze flicks lightly to Eleanor, who smiles pleasantly, “…that you are all sufficiently convinced of Eleanor’s competence.” A moment of strained silence — and then, the polite Alpha seated beside Stefan clears his throat. “Yes, Alpha,” he says quickly, his voice respectful but calm.

Diana I feel the tension ripple faintly through the room again — a low, uneasy hum under the surface. Of course they’re nervous. Everyone here has heard the stories. The Amadeus warriors aren’t just strong — they’re something else entirely. For the longest time, everyone here knew them as the Council Army. And when they were the Council Army, they were revered, but as the Amadeus wolves, an element of fear is injected. They’re like a blade that has been buried for centuries finally unsheathed. When Alpha Dennis sees Clyde step forward, he warily studies the man — eyes narrowing just slightly, as if trying to assess what exactly he’s up against. Dominicus’s voice cuts smooth. “Clyde, introduce yourself — your wolf, your duties.” Without missing a beat, Clyde nods. “Yes, Alpha.” He turns calmly to face the room, his posture relaxed but sharp-edged. “My name is Clyde Faelan,” he says simply, voice steady. “I am a Gamma wolf and serve as Beta Brodik’s administrative se

Diana As Alpha Dennis sinks stiffly into his seat, his face still burning, he shoots venomous glares toward Alpha Stefan and Alpha Alaric. “I’ll remember this,” he hisses under his breath, his voice tight with fury. Alpha Stefan lets out a sneer. Alpha Alaric, on the other hand, only blinks at Dennis with wide, innocent eyes — the very picture of ‘who, me?’ — as though he has no idea what Dennis is talking about. Around the table, the other Alphas cast quick, sidelong glances at Dennis, their expressions ranging from mild pity to thinly veiled amusement. A few can’t quite hide the flicker of schadenfreude in their eyes, glad it wasn’t them on the floor. The Betas and Gammas present — sharp enough to read the room — keep their heads down, shoulders tight, doing their best to reduce their presence. Two Alphas had just been publicly humbled. No one here wants to catch the next wave of humiliation or become the target of any redirected wrath. Dominicus turns smoothly toward El

DianaDominicus lets his words hang in the air, then calmly says, “You may go.”There’s a collective, almost audible exhale — the sound of dozens of wolves feeling the leash loosen. Relief floods the room as the Alphas and their entourages begin to stir, scraping back chairs, murmuring to one another, clearly eager to get the hell out.But then —“That’s right,” Dominicus says softly, just as they start to rise.Everyone freezes mid-motion.“Before I forget…” he continues, his tone casual, almost lazy. “I’m sure none of you would do something as foolish as, say… having contact with the dark witches. Right?”There’s a pause. A ripple of uneasy glances spreads through the room.A few Alphas frown, confused. One or two even start to bristle, offended — about to protest.And that’s when Dom softly says:“Answer me.”He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t snarl or growl.But that — that quiet answer me — hits like a hurricane.The Alpha Command floods the room.I feel it sweep out of him l

Diana When Elder Thomas had pleaded and insisted he’d been forced, I could sense the hypocrisy. The lack of real regret. The selfish core. But this boy — Alpha Lucien throws up his hands, his face twisting with anger and despair. “Then why?!” he shouts. Ned crumples, his shoulders folding inward as he staggers back, covering his face with his hands. “I’m sorry,” he weeps, voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. I can’t… I can’t say it… I’m sorry…” Lucien turns desperately toward Dominicus. “Alpha Dominicus…” he croaks, swallowing hard. But Dominicus doesn’t look at him. His sharp eyes stay on the young man, quiet, thoughtful, deadly calm. Then, softly, he speaks. “Can’t or won’t?” Ned lifts his tear-soaked face, blinking in confusion. “…What?” Dominicus’s voice doesn’t change. “He said he can’t tell us. So, can’t or won’t”. Alpha Lucien throws up his hands in frustration. “What difference does it make?!” Beside Dominicus, Eleanor finally speaks — her voice