Semua Bab The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Bab 351 - Bab 360

Diana My body trembles under the weight of his stare. His fingers are still tangled in my hair, holding me there. Close. Breathless. “I’m fine,” I whisper. “Completely fine. Just stiff for a few minutes after I woke up. That’s all.” Dom closes his eyes and exhales. And for second, his relief is palpable. I’ve never seen relief so visible on someone’s face before. His shoulders drop, and for a second, I think his knees might, too. His grip loosens, just a bit—but his hand doesn’t leave my hair. He breathes in again and then he’s back. He opens his eyes as his jaw ticks. “Good,” he growls, voice rough. “Because you put me through hell.” He drifts even closer, his breath brushing across my skin like fire. I feel completely surrounded—by his scent, his presence, his heat. It’s dizzying. My body reacts instinctively, arching, yearning. My breath hitches. “You’ll make it up to me,” he says. I swallow. Hard. “O-okay.” “I’ll tell you now,” he says, voice molten and low. “I

Diana It’s the early hours of the morning. The first soft light of dawn spills through the window. The world outside is still, quiet- peaceful. A sharp contrast to the picture inside our bedroom. Dom still hasn’t relented. His need for me is unending—relentless, consuming. He only pauses to press water to my lips, to whisper hoarse demands that I drink, that I rest—before he claims me again, as though every time he takes me, he’s trying to make up for every second we were apart. As if he’s trying to convince himself I’m truly here, alive, safe, his. His dark eyes as they stare at me is starved. Possessive. Worshipful. But also ruined. “You feel that?” he rasps, slams his hips forward- impaling my drenched core with his hardness as I desperately clutch the sheets beneath me, “That’s six days of hell, dulcis. Six days of not knowing if I’d ever feel you again, of not being able to sleep, not being able to eat. Six days of not being able to fucking breath.” I arch against him, hea

Diana “What is their goal?” I hear Billy ask, echoing my thoughts. Dom answers, “I don’t know. But someone who will shed more light on the situation has just brought himself to us.” Billy’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, it looks like he’s going to insist on coming with us. But then his gaze shifts sideways—toward Emerald. The decision is instant. Quiet. But clear. “Ya’ll can go,” he says softly, though there’s clear reluctance in his voice. “Em and I are going to be busy today.” But I hear the unsaid words he truly wishes to say, ‘She doesn’t need to be part of any of this.’ I nod in complete understanding. I totally understand. Billy crouches slightly, placing a hand on Emerald’s back. “I’ll take you to check out the pack school first, is that alright?” That makes me blink. “School?” ‘Oh, right,’ I think to myself. She’s thirteen. Her age mates are in middle school right now– as she should be, not sitting through talks about rogue attacks and dark witches. Billy looks u

Diana I narrow my eyes. He’s not lying—but he is holding back. Picking every word carefully. “So you think the witches are responsible for yesterday’s attacks?” Dom asks mildly, raising a brow. “Plenty would assume the same given the current climate. But that’s all it is—assumption. There’s no proof.” Simon nods. “You’re right. But you don’t understand.” He leans forward slightly, voice steady. “That man of mine who warned me… I pushed him. I wanted answers. But it wasn’t just reluctance—it was like he couldn’t speak. If I hadn’t known for certain he was rogue, I’d have thought an Alpha Commanded him to stay quiet.” His voice sharpens. “But he was rogue. And yet, he would’ve rather died than say more. That’s not loyalty. That’s fear. Control. You tell me, Alpha—what kind of power can make a rogue obey like that?” He sits back again, calm returning like a mask slipping into place. “That’s why I believe it’s them,” he says simply. “The witches. Who else could pull off somethin

Diana “Ohhh,” Dom draws it out theatrically, his voice dipped in mocking surprise. “That’s what you meant…” His head tilts. “You want me to kill you?” Thomas nods once, hard. “Please.” Dom glances back at me and raises a brow. I stare into the dark cell, at the shriveled, pathetic man crouched inside. Dom steps aside slightly, making space for me to enter. I walk in silently. Eleanor remains by the bars, her expression unreadable. I pause. Should we really just kill him? Just like that? Has he truly suffered enough for all the pain he’s caused? For everything he did—the blood, the betrayal? No. But it will have to do. We don’t have time to waste. I glance at Dom and give a small, reluctant nod. He turns back to Thomas and shrugs casually. “Okay.” The relief that floods the bastard is instant. His whole body slumps like he’s just been handed salvation. I fold my arms. “Tell us about the rogues.” His eyes go wide, a flicker of recognition passing through them. They dart a