บททั้งหมดของ Rejected Luna of the Mafia Alpha: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"We are not staying to fight twenty elite hunters," Dante said flatly. "That is suicide.""For normal wolves, yes." My grandmother moved through the cabin with surprising speed for her age, gathering items I couldn't identify. "But you are not normal wolves. She is Silvermoon. You are Mafia Alpha. And I am a wolf who survived three assassination attempts and a pack war. Twenty hunters are manageable.""Manageable?" Mara's voice was incredulous. "With all due respect, elder, we have four security wolves, two Alphas, and an untrained manifestation. Against twenty trained killers with silver weapons. Those odds are terrible.""Those odds assume traditional combat." The old woman pulled weapons from hidden compartments—blades, spelled objects, things that hummed with power I didn't understand. "But Silvermoon doesn't fight traditionally. We fight smart. We use terrain, psychology, and power that normal wolves cannot match."She looked at me directly. "Your training until now has been abou

The safe house was not what I expected.I had imagined something rundown. Hidden. The kind of place desperate wolves used when they had nowhere else to go.Instead, it was a modern apartment in a building that screamed expensive anonymity. The kind of place where no one asked questions because everyone had secrets to hide."Third floor," Dante said as we parked in the underground garage. "Fully stocked. Warded against magical tracking. Cash and emergency supplies in the safe. Use nothing electronic. No phones, no internet, no contact with the outside world until I clear it.""How long?" I asked."Minimum three days. Long enough for Silvercrest to finish their pack mourning rituals and for the council to convene about Marcus's death. After that, we will know what we are dealing with."My grandmother was already out of the vehicle, moving with energy that seemed impossible for someone who had been grievously wounded hours ago. She healed faster than normal wolves. Another Silvermoon adv

I stared at the message until the screen blurred.Your mother is alive.Impossible. My mother had died protecting me. My grandmother had confirmed it. Dante had told me the stories matched what his sources knew.Everyone agreed my mother was dead.So who would send a message claiming otherwise? And why now, when I was hidden and supposedly untraceable?I should have deleted it. Should have followed my grandmother's instructions about electronics and ignored obvious bait.But what if it was not bait?What if somehow, impossibly, my mother had survived?I went to find my grandmother. She was in the living room, extinguishing ritual candles and putting items back in careful order."Something wrong?" she asked without looking up."I received a message." I showed her my phone. "Someone claiming my mother is alive."Her hands stilled on the candles. Slowly, deliberately, she turned to face me."Let me see."I handed her the phone. She read the message, her expression unreadable."When did t

We ran through industrial wasteland, leaping obstacles, dodging spelled bullets that burned the air where we passed.My grandmother was faster than she should be at her age, her Silvermoon power compensating for decades of wear. But even she was slowing. Even she was tiring.The specialists were relentless. Professional. They spread out to cut off escape routes, coordinated their pursuit with military precision.These were not random hunters. These were wolves who had trained specifically to kill Silvermoon. Who knew our strengths and weaknesses. Who had weapons and spells designed to counter everything we could do.We burst into an abandoned factory, looking for cover or another exit.Instead, we found a dead end.Walls on three sides. The specialists blocking the entrance we had just used. No windows large enough to escape through.Trapped.My grandmother shifted back to human form, conserving power. "We fight here. Make it costly enough that some of them decide we are not worth the

I showed the message to Dante immediately.He read it three times, his expression darkening with each reading."Bianca," he said flatly. "Your sister is working with the specialists.""Apparently." My hands shook slightly. "She wants me dead even more than Silvercrest does.""Or she is bluffing to cause panic before the wedding. To make you cancel or postpone. To weaken our position." He pulled out his phone, texting rapidly. "Either way, we increase security. Triple the wards. Bring in additional allies. Make it impossible for anyone to breach tomorrow's ceremony.""And if they breach anyway?""Then we fight." His voice was calm. Certain. "But Elena, understand something. Bianca has been manipulating you since childhood. Has always known what buttons to push to make you doubt yourself. Do not let her do it now. Do not let fear of her threats derail what we are building."He was right. This was classic Bianca. Sending threats designed to make me anxious. To make me paranoid. To poison