Longing For My Rejected Luna novel Chapter 46

*****Alex’s POV*****

“Alpha Noir Hart of Thunderpaw!” Fury ate through every fibre of my being as fire would burn through dry sticks — quickly and intensely.

After that incident, two days ago, that disrupted and ended my mother’s birthday party before it even started fully, after my Beta, Gage, had pursued the masked murderer that had infiltrated my pack, we had come to find out it was Thunderpaw pack that was responsible. That masked murderer had been sent by the Alpha of the pack to infiltrate and kill as much as they could.

I had initially thought it was only the person in the ballroom, but I had been wrong. Before I could get to my boundary, I’d seen more dead bodies than I could care to count. Alpha Noir Hart had sent his men to murder my men. My pack members. Innocent lives wasted for no just cause.

I would not let it slide. This blood shed was just too much to ignore. Gage said when he had instructed the men to count the bodies, they had totaled thirty two. How had they had access to kill that amount in just one evening and no one had seen them? How possible was it?

And the deaths had been a sting on my pride and power. This was questioning my efficiency and eligibility as an Alpha, I would not let it slide. I was here for war. Posed at the boundary of Thunderpaw, slicing the head of any anyone who dared come my way to challenge my presence. I was blinded by my anger and I would not want it any other way.

Anger was the drive. Pride was the push. I needed to re-establish my power and authority. Thunderpaw might be the second while my pack was the third strongest, it was not an excuse for Noir Hart to unlawfully infiltrate my pack and unleash undue, malicious killing on my people.

I saw him storm out, his hair and eyes both as black as midnight added to his darkly presence. I stepped forward, anger and confidence increasing my pace. He was holding the very dead head of a man. Was that my member’s head in his grip.

We both met halfway. The power that oozed off of our stances and trembling bodies clashed even before either of us uttered a word.

“I’ve been expecting you, Alexander Robertson of Moon Forest.” His voice was laced with this meanness.

“And I’m here, Noir Hart of Thunderpaw.” I was barely controlling my anger.

He thrust the head towards my chest, I reflexively placed my hand on the head, pushing it back at him. “It’s yours.” He casually said.

I growled. “Have I ever crossed my boundary with you, Hart?”

“Not until three days ago, Robertson.” His expression was stoic, his words granite.

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

It was his turn to growl. “Stop the pretense, Robertson.”

“I, Alpha Alexander Robertson of Moon Forest pack would rather die than live a life of pretense. Only a ruler with little to no honor would do that. I am what I am, Noir Hart. Why are you killing my people? Why have you sent your men to cross my boundary and take lives of those under my rulership?”

He sneered, then flung the head in his possession to the ground. “That is the head of one of your men that was caught in my boundary two days ago. They took fifteen lives under my rulership. Four of your men. I kept one alive for you.” He signaled one if his men that had also surrounded my men, ready for war.