Semua Bab Alpha's Rebellious Luna: Bab 31 - Bab 40

(Florian's POV)I lounged back in the sleek black sedan, my fingers drumming a satisfied rhythm on the leather armrest. The events at the Moon's Shadow had played out even better than I could have anticipated. Natalie's boldness continued to surprise and impress me.The car door flung open and Zack tumbled in, his face a perfect picture of panic."Holy shit, Alpha!" he exclaimed, slamming the door behind him. "Do you realize what you just did?"I raised an eyebrow, my mood too good to be dampened by his dramatics. "I helped my mate expose a hypocrite. What's the problem?"Zack's eyes widened to comic proportions. "The problem? You just crashed into Victoria Silverstone's car! You exposed her affair to the entire territory! This is going to be pack drama of epic proportions!"I shrugged, completely unbothered. "And?""And?!" Zack looked like he might hyperventilate. "That's Natalie's real mother! Richard is going to be out for blood when he finds out about this!"My amusement va

(Natalie's POV)The cold metal of the silver shackles bit into my skin as Walter Reed fastened them around my wrists and ankles. I didn't resist. There was no point.The cell was exactly as I remembered it—damp stone walls lined with silver that made my wolf whimper deep inside me. The dim light from the corridor disappeared as the heavy door swung shut with a final clang. The lock turned with a sound that echoed in my bones.Then there was only darkness and silence.I sank to my knees on the cold stone floor, the chains restricting my movement. This wasn't the first time I'd been locked in this cell. Far from it. But the memories of the worst time—when I was twelve, freshly orphaned and terrified—came flooding back with sickening clarity.Back then, the pain had been physical. Richard had ordered me whipped with a silver-tipped lash while I was chained in silver restraints. For three days, I had screamed until my voice gave out, begging for mercy that never came.This time was d

(Natalie's POV)I locked my door once more, kneeling to gather the shredded remains of my painting. Lucas's temper tantrum had left a mess, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd upset me.As I collected the torn pieces, my mind was already racing with new ideas. I reached for my phone and messaged Emma."Can you get me some art supplies? Paper, paintbrushes... paints? Stone pigments, ink? Add some... glue, boards, frames, etc. Everything related to painting."Emma's response came quickly. "Art supplies? What for?""I'm thinking of doing a project for an art exhibition," I explained. "It might be related to the Painting Association.""Wait, are you talking about the Claire Redwood thing? The vice-chair position?"I smiled to myself. Emma was always well-informed. "Yes. Did you hear about it from the group chat?""Everyone's talking about it! But how do you know? You're not in those circles.""Lucas told me," I replied. "He's invested in it. Seems like Claire

(Natalie's POV)"This is complete bullshit," Emma hissed, glaring at Claire Redwood across the exhibition hall. "Look at her, strutting around like she owns the place."I followed Emma's gaze to where Claire was holding court, surrounded by admirers praising her artwork. Her paintings were indeed technically impressive—forest scenes with wolves running through misty clearings. But they lacked something essential. Soul, perhaps."Everyone knows she's only getting the chairman position because of her family connections," Emma continued, her voice dripping with disdain. "Your work should be up there instead of hidden in that pathetic corner."I shrugged, genuinely unconcerned. "Talent has nothing to do with status."After years in the Silverstone pack, I'd learned that lesson all too well. My talent had never earned me anything but jealousy and punishment.Emma's expression softened as she turned back to me. "Speaking of status, I have news!""What kind of news?" I asked, curious a

(Natalie's POV)The mansion was dark when I returned to the Silverstone pack house. I had hoped to slip in unnoticed, but as I closed the front door behind me, the lights in the main hall suddenly flicked on.Richard stood there, his face a mask of barely controlled fury."You dare to return at this hour?" His voice was dangerously quiet. "Where have you been?"I straightened my shoulders, refusing to be intimidated. "Out."His nostrils flared. "Don't test my patience, Natalie. You're pushing boundaries that shouldn't be pushed."I took a deliberate step forward. It was time for my gambit. "Uncle, have you ever visited the werewolf forums?"The question clearly caught him off guard. "What?""The werewolf forums. The online social platform where wolves from all territories connect." I kept my voice casual, as if discussing the weather. "I've been quite active there for some time now."Richard's brow furrowed. "What nonsense are you talking about?""I'm a wolf artist with an on