บททั้งหมดของ Rejected Luna of the Mafia Alpha: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

They didn't bring me to the meeting.The guards came for me at dawn, dragging me from the cell with rough hands and iron chains that bit into my wrists. I thought they were taking me to the trial. That I would at least be present for my own judgment.I was wrong.They hauled me up the stone stairs, through corridors I barely recognized in my exhausted state, and then stopped in a shadowed alcove near the council chambers. Close enough to hear. Far enough that no one inside would see me."Stay here," one guard ordered, shoving me against the wall. "Don't move. Don't speak. If you make a sound, you will regret it."Then they left me there, chained and hidden, while they went inside to join the others.I pressed myself against the cold stone, my wrists chained in front of me, and listened from the shadows of the lower corridor as pack elders argued about my fate like I wasn't even alive.Like I was already dead."The evidence is clear," Alpha Marcus's voice carried through the partially

"I wanted to see you one last time," Bianca said sweetly, her voice echoing softly in the stone corridor.She moved with that effortless grace she had always possessed, every step calculated and perfect. Even here, in the dim torchlight of the prison corridor, she looked beautiful. Untouchable. Like something out of a dream.Or a nightmare.She crouched in front of the bars, bringing herself to my eye level. Close enough that I could see the satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. Far enough that I couldn't reach her through the spelled iron."How are you holding up?" she asked, her tone suggesting genuine concern. Like she actually cared. Like she wasn't the architect of my destruction.I didn't answer. Just stared at her, trying to understand how we had gotten here. How the girl I had grown up with, shared a home with, called sister—had become this."Not talking?" Bianca tilted her head. "That is unlike you. You always had so much to say. So many protests. So many desperate explanations

The howls began before dawn.I heard them while I was still in the water, clinging to the log that had kept me from drowning. The current had slowed as the ravine widened into a calmer stream, and I had managed to drag myself onto the muddy bank just as the first gray light touched the eastern sky.The howls were sharp, eager, excited.The sound of hunters who had found their prey's trail.The sound of wolves who loved the chase more than the kill.I pushed myself upright, my body screaming in protest. Everything hurt—my lungs, my legs, my arms, my ribs. The water had battered me against rocks and branches, leaving new bruises on top of old ones. My thin nightdress was shredded, barely covering me anymore. My feet were torn and bleeding.But I was alive.And they were coming.I ran harder, forcing my exhausted body to move. Rain still fell in sheets, though the storm had weakened slightly with the approaching dawn. My lungs burned with each gasping breath. Branches tore at my exposed

"Get in the car," the man said quietly.His voice was calm, but the command beneath it was absolute. Not a request. An order from someone used to being obeyed without question.I didn't move. My eyes were fixed on the silver gleam between the trees. On the shapes moving in coordinated silence. On the predators that were neither pack nor civilized.Rogues.Wolves who had been cast out or chosen to leave their packs. Who lived without laws or loyalty. Who hunted in the spaces between territories, preying on the weak and the lost.On wolves like me."How many?" I whispered."Enough." The man opened the passenger door of his car. "And they are getting closer. So unless you want to provide their breakfast, I suggest you move."My injured leg buckled as I tried to step forward. Pain shot through my calf, white-hot and dizzying. The silver poisoning was spreading, making my vision blur, making my stomach churn with nausea.The man was beside me in an instant, his arm supporting my weight bef

Inferno wasn't what I expected.The building itself was unremarkable from the outside—a converted warehouse in a district where humans rarely wandered after dark. No bright signs. No obvious markers. Just a single red door with a black symbol etched into the metal.A wolf's head wreathed in flames."Subtle," I murmured."Humans see a private club," Dante said, pulling into a secured lot behind the building. "Supernaturals see a warning. Everyone who enters knows what they are walking into.""And what are they walking into?""Neutral territory. The only place in the city where all factions can meet without bloodshed." He killed the engine. "Pack wolves. Rogues. Witches. Even vampires occasionally, though they prefer their own establishments. They all come to Inferno because I guarantee their safety.""How do you guarantee that?""By being more dangerous than anyone who might challenge me." He said it matter-of-factly, like discussing the weather. "And by making it very clear that viole