Semua Bab The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Bab 341 - Bab 350

Dominicus Those were not the eyes of a child. They’re deep. Eerie. The kind of deep you only see in survivors. The kind that shouldn’t belong to someone with soft hands and thin shoulders. That shouldn’t belong on the face of a thirteen-year-old girl. I know those eyes. I’ve seen them countless times. Those are the eyes of someone who has seen and done things. Of someone who has seen the darkest this world has to offer and has given back just as much. Eleanor finally turns to me, her expression carved from stone. “We’re going to have to hold off on doing anything with that child,” she says quietly. “Not until I get answers.” I stare at her, jaw tight. “You saw it too.” She nods once. “That girl is not normal. And until we know exactly why—we can’t risk it. Time is tight, yes, but it would be worse to bring someone unstable into the fold. Especially someone with power like that.” I exhale slowly. My agreement weighs heavy in my chest. “Yeah. I agree.” I pause, watch

Dominicus I’m in my office, a pen tapping absently on the table. The chair beneath me creaks as I lean back, leather groaning under my weight. I don’t bother calling the secretary this time. I pull out my cell phone and scroll until I find Brodik’s number. I already know he’s off territory. I felt it the moment he passed the border. The phone rings twice before he answers. “Alpha,” he greets. “What have you been able to find?” I ask, skipping the pleasantries. Brodik huffs a quiet laugh. “It’s only been two days, Alpha.” I raise a brow, even though he can’t see it. “And?” He chuckles again. “Alright, alright. I’ve found something. A lot of somethings, actually.” I’m not surprised. “Tell me.” His tone shifts immediately—serious… but there’s something else too. Dread. “I just emailed it to you. But gods, Alpha…” His voice trails off. I press the speaker button and set the phone down, swiveling toward the monitor. My inbox is already open. I refresh it once, and

Dominicus “No.” I instantly reject, “That doesn’t make sense. The Council wolves might be under a different banner now as the Amadeus pack, but you guys haven’t lost your teeth—still just as trained, just as lethal. And even if you’re not stationed with the Council anymore, no sane wolf- rogue or not, would mistake that for weakness. No, this is something else.” My jaw tightens as I whirl to face Clyde. “How did it happen? Step by step.” Clyde straightens, eyes sharp despite the tension I see clenching his jaw. “The attacks happened simultaneously across every affected pack. All twelve. Coordinated to the second. They came fast, in large numbers, hit key points—supply caches, communication centers, defense posts—then disappeared. They were in and out in thirty minutes.” “Casualties?” “Only five of the packs had any- all smaller packs. Two dead in one pack, and one dead in the remaining three. All sentinels guarding the borders who got careless.” He answers, “thanks to the lo

Diana I wake to silence. A sterile, too-quiet silence that immediately tells me I’m not in my bed. My eyes flutter open, sluggish and heavy. I blink up at the white ceiling, tracing the clean lines of the panels until the fuzziness in my head begins to clear. A faint antiseptic scent stings my nose. Machines beep quietly beside me, steady and rhythmic. A hospital. I turn my head slowly, trying to get my bearings. The walls are familiar. The scent is, too. I’ve been here before. This is the pack’s hospital. I try to sit up. My body protests with a weak ache in my joints, but I manage to swing my legs over the side of the bed. As I slide off the mattress, something tugs sharply at my arm. I look down to find a thin tube stuck into the crook of my elbow, attached to some clear bag of fluid hanging nearby. The second I take a step forward and unintentionally yank the IV out of my arm, the heart monitor beside the bed starts shrieking in alarm. “Oh,” I mutter, blinking in c

DianaDom watches me closely, waiting. His eyes are soft–concerned, attentive, ready.Patient.I nod slowly and turn my gaze toward the window, though I’m not really looking at anything. My mind is already shifting, drifting backward.“When I fell unconscious…” I begin, my voice quiet, “at first, there was nothing. Just black. It felt like I was floating in an endless void. I don’t know how long I was there. It could’ve been minutes, or hours… or longer. It felt like time didn’t exist there. Or maybe it just flowed differently.”I close my eyes.And I fall back into it.⸻There’s a moment where the nothingness starts to crack—just a sliver of light, faint and far away. Then it grows, brighter and brighter until it swallows me whole. I have to squint. After being in the dark for so long, the light feels… violent. Like it’s burning straight through me.When I finally manage to open my eyes, I realize I’m somewhere else. But I can’t quite see it. Not really. It’s not that my vision is bl