Lunara’s POV
Chapter Eleven
“You’re being unreasonable, Lunara,” Ronan growled, his voice low and simmering with barely restrained fury. “Ashira is your blood. Your sister. Your pack! Pups can always come again–bu your sister? She’s irreplaceable!”
My hands curled into fists, claws pricking through my skin. “And you said it yourself! There were other ways to save Ethan!” I shouted, my voice cracking. “I heard you say there were other donors, other shamans! You just didn’t want to risk it!”
Ronan’s face twisted with pain, his golden eyes dark and stormy. “I couldn’t take the chance Lunara. Ethan was fading fast. Even with healing, the curse ate at him. We had hours–if that! Why can’t you understand? He was already dying. I just… I just wanted his death to mean something!”
The rage surged through me like wildfire. My hand moved before I could stop it, slapping him across the face with a satisfying crack. “You’re a worthless Alpha. And I’ll make sure the Moon punishes you alongside your beloved traitor.”
Ronan reeled from the blow, his expression darkening into something feral. “You dare-”
“I do,” I snapped, stepping closer, nose to nose. “And I’ll dare again.”
A dangerous growl rumbled from his chest. And then–in a flash of silver light–he summoned a Moonblade, the ceremonial dagger of his house. Its edge glinted, deadly and sharp, as he pointed it at my chest.
Ashira let out a soft gasp, though it sounded far too pleased for someone watching her sister face a blade. “Ronan…” she whispered, all fake innocence, though her eyes danced with silent delight. She wanted him to kill me.
Ronan shifted slightly, giving her a fleeting glance–and in that heartbeat, Killian was there.
A blur of shadow and steel, he moved faster than I could track, his claws slashing through the air. He disarmed Ronan in an instant, wrenching the blade from his hand and turning it on him. Killian’s eyes glowed molten silver, his teeth bared in a snarl. “You threaten my mate? In my den?”
Ronan bared his throat out of instinct, panic flickering in his gaze. “You don’t know who you’re dealing with,” he hissed. “I’m Ronan Thorne, heir of the Thorne Alpha Court. My father rules half the northern territories. Cross me, and you’ll regret it.”
Killian didn’t even blink. “Funny. I thought your threats would sound more intimidating.”
He jabbed the hilt of the Moonblade into Ronan’s temple with brutal precision. Ronan crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Ashira shrieked. “You’ve killed him!”
Killian turned on her, the blade still in his hand. “If I wanted to, he’d be dead. And trust me, it’s still tempting.”
He glanced toward the shadows, and from the edges of the chamber, his enforcers emerged- massive wolves in humanoid form, each one cloaked in shadow.
4:38 am G D DD.
“Take them,” Killian ordered. “Escort them to the edge of the border and let every guard know- they are not to be allowed back. The blood bond is broken. The Luna Ceremony is in two nights. They’re not welcome.”
Ashira screamed his name, but it was useless. The guards grabbed her and Ronan’s limp form, dragging them away.
“Killian! No!” Her voice faded with the distance, swallowed by the silence of exile.
As the heavy doors closed behind them, I collapsed onto the nearest bench, every muscle trembling. The image of that blade still danced in my vision. He would have killed me. Ronan- my own mate once–had nearly killed me.
“Are you… alright?” Killian asked, his voice softer now as he knelt beside me.
I shook my head. “No. Not even close.”
“If you want to stop,” he said gently, “we can. You don’t have to keep going with this revenge. I’ll
understand.”
I lifted my head slowly and looked into his eyes. “He tried to kill me. And he doesn’t even regret what they did. He’s trying to justify sacrificing our pup. And Ashira… she was smiling. They deserve to burn. I’m not stopping. Net now.”
Killian gave me a look–half proud, half protective. “Good. Because the media wolves need another round of truth. We’re not done yet.”
As he stood, I blurted out the question that had haunted me since Ashira’s lie. “Killian… that thing you said. About being infertile…”
He paused, arching an eyebrow. “Why? Are you thinking of running off and starting a litter with
me?”
Heat flooded my face. “What? No! I just–I mean–it’s none of my business. Forget I said anything.”
He chuckled, the sound like gravel and velvet. “Relax, amore. I’m not infertile. That part was…
strategic.”
My breath caught. “So… there’s a chance that pup is yours?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. But did you see how quickly she believed the lie? How fast she folded? That told me everything I needed to know. I’m not claiming any pup until the full moon passes and a blood rite proves otherwise.”
I let his words settle, then nodded slowly. “That was… clever. Cruel. But clever.”
“I am clever,” he said smugly, and then added with a wink, “So now you don’t have to worry. We can make as many pups as you want.”
I rolled my eyes, pushing him lightly. “Oh, shut up.”
He grinned and walked away, still chuckling. This was just a temporary union. A contract. He was only joking… right?
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Lunara’s POV
