Semua Bab Alpha's Rebellious Luna: Bab 11 - Bab 20

(Natalie's POV)"Remember, you need to represent our pack properly tonight," Cassidy said in a syrupy voice, adjusting my dress collar with fake sisterly concern.Her fingers lingered too long at my throat. The same fingers that had once held a silver chain around my neck during one of my "punishments."I smiled thinly. "Like you represented us so well when your mate publicly rejected you?"Her fingers froze, then dug painfully into my skin. "Watch your mouth.""Or what? You'll tell everyone how your mate had a dozen she-wolves on the side? How he laughed when you came crying about fidelity?"Cassidy's face paled, although her smile remained fixed. "You have no idea what you're talking about.""Don't I? I heard all about it from your ex-mate's beta. We had quite the conversation."This was a lie, but Cassidy wouldn't know that. Her eyes widened in panic."You wouldn't dare speak of this to anyone," she hissed."Try me," I challenged, my voice deadly soft. "Keep pushing me, an

(Florian's POV)As I watched Natalie walk away, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and intrigue. She moved with graceful confidence, completely at odds with the meek persona she'd displayed earlier in the evening.Just before reaching the door, she paused and looked directly at Henry, who stood frozen like prey caught in a predator's gaze."Stewart family's... which son?" she asked, her voice deceptively soft.Henry's face drained of color. He lowered his head without responding, his body language screaming submission.The door closed behind her with a soft click, and immediately Henry turned to Zack, his eyes wide with panic."Brother Zack!" he exclaimed, his voice pitched higher than normal."I'm here," Zack confirmed, seemingly amused by Henry's distress.Henry pointed at the door where Natalie had just disappeared. "She... she just... did you see that? The way she looked at me?""Seems like she holds a grudge," Zack observed casually."Will she hurt me?" He

(Natalie's POV)"Boom—"The dark green sports car roared down the main road, speed cutting through the night as we left the wetland forest behind us. The engine's powerful rumble vibrated through the seats.Florian glanced at me, his amber eyes reflecting the passing streetlights. "You dared to get in without asking if I'd been drinking?"I kept my eyes forward, watching the road blur past us. "I sent you the address."His eyebrows twitched, a flicker of intrigue crossing his face. I could almost see the question forming in his mind. Was I certain he hadn't been drinking, or was I simply unafraid?The car's interior felt suddenly smaller, charged with unspoken tension. I watched his hands on the steering wheel—strong, confident, not a tremor in sight."And if I had been drinking?" he finally asked.I shrugged. "Then we'd both be in trouble."The corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile, something like respect flashing in his eyes.The dark green sports car cut through the c

(Cassidy's POV)I stared at the papers scattered across the floor, rage building inside me with every passing second. The elegant strokes of Natalie's left-handed writing mocked me from the ground. Each flowing character was a painful reminder of a day I had tried desperately to forget.Twelve years ago, when Grandpa was still alive, we held a grand celebration for his birthday here in Silvercrest Valley. It was the first time my uncle had returned since leaving the Silverstone pack. He brought his wife and ten-year-old daughter, Natalie, with him.The celebration was spectacular. Important Alphas from across the territory gathered to honor my grandfather. I had spent weeks preparing a special dance for the occasion, determined to make my family proud.Then Natalie arrived.I remember how she looked that day - her green-gold eyes sparkling with mischief, her dark hair flowing freely down her back. While I wore a perfectly pressed dress, she came in a simple outfit with paint stain

(Florian's POV)I drummed my fingers impatiently against the leather steering wheel as Zack maneuvered the Lamborghini into a parking space near the forest-edge restaurant. My mind was still occupied with territorial negotiations, barely registering our arrival until I noticed Zack's sudden stillness."Uh, Alpha, don't be angry later," he said cautiously, his eyes fixed on something in the distance.I frowned, following his gaze. "Why would I be angry?"That's when I saw her. Natalie Silverstone, seated at an outdoor table with a male wolf I didn't recognize. They appeared comfortable together, sharing a meal as if it were the most natural thing in the world.A wave of possessive rage surged through me, startling in its intensity. Logan, my wolf, growled deep within my consciousness, demanding immediate action. Mine. She is MINE."Who is that?" I demanded, my voice dangerously low.Zack shifted uncomfortably. "I don't know. But that's definitely Natalie Silverstone."Without an