All Chapters of The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Chapter 321 - Chapter 326

Diana Natasha doesn’t speak at first. She just stares at me, like she’s trying to find the words—like they’re stuck somewhere deep in her chest. She opens her mouth once, then closes it again. And finally, in a quiet, trembling voice, she says, “I’m sorry.” I say nothing. She swallows hard, then adds, “I mean it, Alpha Diana. I’m so, so sorry. I’ve wanted to say this to you for a long time, but I didn’t know if I’d ever get the chance. And even now, I know it won’t be enough. But I have to say it anyway.” Still, I wait. She shifts on her feet. Her hands hover protectively near her belly, then curl into fists. “When my father proposed the alliance to Alpha Magnus… it wasn’t just about our packs. He used the witches as justification, but the real reason…” Her voice breaks slightly. “The real reason was me. I was twenty-six. I hadn’t met my mate. Everyone assumed he was dead. And… I’d always admired Magnus. Since we were kids. I thought maybe… maybe I’d get a life I never tho

Diana “She has to go back,” Dom says quietly. “To her pack. To her mate. We can’t keep her under guard here forever.” I nod slowly, but the unease in my chest doesn’t ease. “But even if we did,” he continues, “what’s stopping the witches from picking someone else?” I blink. “What do you mean?” “They’re watching her,” he says, his tone growing tighter. “Not any of the thirty-six Alphas sitting in that room. Not any of their Betas either. Just her. A pregnant woman. She’s an Alphas daughter yes, but not even his heir. That’s not random.” I swallow. “It’s deliberate?” Dom nods. “I know it is. Which means she’s part of something bigger. Something specific. And if we remove the spell now, we’ll only be warning them that we’re onto them.” I feel my blood go cold. “They’ll adapt,” he says. “Maybe choose someone else for their plan and then we lose sight of them. Or worse, decide to speed up whatever plans they have for her and that could be dangerous.” I stare at him, hea

Diana The trees part slightly. The light shifts. And there it is. Half-hidden beneath a canopy of branches and vines—Twisting arches leaning like tired sentries. A trail, thin and overgrown, but there. Waiting. Breathing. My breath catches. “I see it,” I whisper. “It’s there. Right in front of us.” Dom steps forward again, brows furrowed. He peers into the space I’m staring at, but it’s like his vision skates over it, like his eyes refuse to catch on the truth right in front of him. “I don’t see anything,” he says quietly. “But… I do feel the magic.” I blink in shock. He can’t see it. But I can. I don’t know how I know it’s real—but I do. Like something in my blood hums louder here. Like the place in front of me is whispering my name. I take a step forward. He calls my name. “Diana—wait—” “It’s okay,” I murmur, not looking back. And I walk. The moment I pass through, I feel it—like walking through a curtain of warmth and static. Not heavy. Not cold. Jus