Semua Bab Rejected by the billionaire Alpha : Bab 161 - Bab 167

The morning arrived with the weight of a blade waiting to fall. Luna had expected resistance—she had planned for it, built contingencies, prepared for every conceivable countermove. What she hadn't expected was how quickly the old world would show its teeth."Three territories have refused compliance."The report landed sharp and early, cutting through the calm she had engineered the night before. No panic in the war room—she had trained them better than that. But no illusion either. The faces around the table were set, waiting for direction.Luna didn't sit this time. She stood at the head of the room, her fingers resting lightly against the polished wood, her silver eyes fixed on the analyst who had spoken. "Names."The analyst hesitated, aware of the weight she was passing. "Ironclaw. Red Hollow. North Vale."Of course. The oldest packs. The ones whose power had been built on the very hierarchies Luna was dismantling. The one

Change didn't whisper. It erupted.The morning began like any other in the command centre—screens glowing, analysts murmuring, the quiet hum of a system learning to function without fear. Then the alerts started. Not from the territories still resisting. From Silvercrest itself. From the lower districts, the omega quarters, the places that had always been there but never been seen.By midday, the streets were alive.Luna watched the feeds from her position at the head of the war room, her silver eyes tracking the movement of crowds that swelled with every passing hour. Omegas stood in the open. Not hidden. Not bowed. Standing. Some held signs improvised from scraps of cardboard. Others simply stood, arms linked, faces lifted toward buildings that had once denied them entry.News of the reform had spread faster than control ever could. No more classification. No more assigned roles. Choice. For many, it felt unreal. For others—it felt lik

The room was wrong. Deliberately wrong. No throne at the head. No raised dais. Just a circle of chairs arranged so that every face was visible, every voice equal. The old guard would have called it chaos. Luna called it function.She arrived early, before the representatives, before the witnesses, before the nervous energy that would fill the space. The chamber was cold—not from neglect, but from centuries of exclusion. Omegas had been allowed here only to serve. To clean. To stand against the walls and wait. Today, they would sit.Dante checked the perimeter, then took his place against the far wall. Out of the way, but present. Kael stood opposite, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He had asked to observe. Luna had agreed. She wanted witnesses.The first representatives arrived in twos and threes. A healer who had mended wounds in secret because the infirmary wouldn't admit her. A teacher who had educated pups in a supply closet bec

The city didn't wake gradually. It woke to deadlines.At 6 a.m., the first audit teams moved. Not soldiers—compliance officers. Tablets in hand, legal authority stamped, no need for raised voices. The Royal Oversight Directorate had signed off days ago. Now it was just process.Luna watched from the command centre, a space she'd designed herself—glass walls, live data, no chairs. Standing kept you alert. Standing reminded you that this wasn't a simulation.Dante stood beside her, scanning the grid. Every sector colour-coded. Green for compliant. Yellow for delayed. Red for resistance."We have thirty-two violations confirmed," he said. "Employment denial. Housing blocks. A few cases of outright refusal to recognise the new council."Luna's gaze moved across the red markers. "Trigger Phase One penalties."Across Silvercrest, sanctions landed like clockwork.Accounts tied to non-compliant packs froze wi