Semua Bab The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Bab 331 - Bab 340

Dominicus From her clothes, she draws something—quick, practiced. A charm. The air around her distorts and coils into shadows. A rift begins to open around her body, smoke blooming outwards like ink dropped in water. I’ve seen this before. Thomas used the same spell. I growl, “I don’t think so.” My body moves before my thoughts catch up. Fast. Precise. I lunge forward and snatch her out of the dark with my free hand. Her body hits the ground a moment later with a sound like wet wood snapping. Her neck is crushed. Not just broken—ruined. Bent at an unnatural angle, twisted and deformed. Her face is frozen in wide-eyed disbelief. Still beautiful. Still monstrous. But finally, finally—silent. I look at the corpse with limpid eyes. They’ve always avoided facing me head-on. Ever since I got sane, they relied on their dog—that traitor—to do their bidding. But now that their little pawn has been ripped from the board, they have no choice but to crawl out of their shadows and face

Brodik Another growl. Teeth bared. His enormous frame shifts slightly, tightening around Diana. His massive head lowers until it hovers just over her chest, shielding her like a shield of flesh and bone. “I know you don’t want anyone near her,” Eleanor continues, her voice calm. Unshaken. “But if I can’t see her… if I can’t get close, Dominicus… I can’t do anything for her.” His blue eyes stay locked on her. Tense. Distrustful. But he doesn’t snarl again. “You know me,” she murmurs. “You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to her. I don’t want to hurt her. I want to bring her back.” There’s a pause. A beat of silence where nothing moves except the flick of an ear, the twitch of his tail. Then—slowly, grudgingly—he lifts his head just enough for her to approach. His body stays coiled around the Luna, tense and ready, but he doesn’t stop her as she steps forward and lowers herself to her knees beside the ruined bed. I hold my breath. Eleanor gently extends a hand and p

Dominicus Eleanor nods. “The mating bond links souls. If you can’t feel her at the other end of it, then something’s affecting her soul. And until she wakes up—or until I can find answers in the Castellanos ruins—we won’t know more.” She takes a breath. “But if that’s true, then it makes perfect sense that your curse lashed out. It recognized her absence. Not just physically—but spiritually. It couldn’t find her. So it erupted.” I don’t say anything. The weight of her words settles over me like a mountain. “This is a weakness, Dom,” Eleanor says at last. “A dangerous one. You might be the most powerful Alpha alive—but if someone manages to shield your bond to Diana, you become unstable. And that means the war is lost.” Her voice is steady, but her eyes are gentle. “You have to train yourself to hold on, Dom. For as long as you can without her. It won’t be forever. But the longer you can last, the better. Every minute counts.” I glance down at Diana in my arms. She looks

Dominicus I’m meditating—heartbeat in my ears—when I feel a presence brush the edge of my mind. Brodik. I grimace. ‘What?’ ‘Billy Myricks and the wolves are back.’ My eyes stay closed, jaw tight. ‘Did he find his daughter?’ ‘He did’. There’s a pause, the faint buzz of thought before Brodik adds, ‘To prevent shocking the girl too much, Billy’s decided to take her to Eleanor’s house in town instead of bringing her here to the pack.’ I nod once to myself. ‘And?’ ‘Miss Eleanor wants to know if you’re well enough to come see them.’ I open my eyes, slow and flat. ‘I’ll go.’ Brodik withdraws. Clean and efficient, like always. It’s not the first time I’ve spoken to someone through the pack-link in the past four days—It’s the best way I can stay informed while I’m out here– meditating– trying to keep myself from slipping. I exhale through my nose and get to my feet. The forest rustles around me, wild and quiet all at once. I reach up, pull my black shirt off the branch

Dominicus “I don’t know too much,” Emerald says. “But… ever since I was little, I used to have these dreams.” Billy perks up. Emerald continues, her voice steady. “There was a woman in them. She always said she was my mother. She told me I was special… that I was a witch. That I had a very special purpose. She said that I shouldn’t panic.” A faint smile touches her lips. “She told me not to try to use magic though. That if I did, something bad would happen. And she said…” her gaze slides to Billy, “…she said my dad was alive. That he didn’t know where I was yet, but he’d find me one day.” Billy’s face fills with a myriad of emotions. This is pain, love, relief. His eyes go red. I watch her. Quiet. Still. “You believed it?” I ask. Emerald nods. Her eyes quickly flick to me and then away. “Yeah. Because I could see it. The magic.” My brow lifts slightly. She shrugs, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Even when I was a kid, I could just tell. I always k