Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 261

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Talia’s POV

My mind suddenly turns calm as the fire inside me settles into something sharp and unbreakable. “What if I refuse?”

William’s eyes darken, shadows flickering under his lashes. “You are Aeson’s mother. I do not want to pressure you, nor do I want things to get too ugly.”

I can’t help but laugh, like ice cracking under pressure. “Are you threatening me?” I shake my head slowly. “Since you know I am Aeson’s mother, why would you make me Imema’s personal composer? Why would you ask me to work for your lover?”

William’s jaw tightens. A muscle jumps beneath his skin. “I have already clarified that Imema and I are innocent! She is not my

lover.”

The words hang in the air between us, meaningless and hollow.

But the question wasn’t whether Imema is his lover or not; the key point is that I neither accept nor am willing to be Imema’s exclusive composer.

The language doesn’t matter, the betrayal does.

The sarcasm in my voice turns into a biting laughter.

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“The opportunity that should have been mine, you gave to Imema. The studio that should have been mine, you also

want me to give to Imema.” I step closer, my voice rising with each word. “And now, you are making me Imema’s exclusive composer, so that all the melodies I compose will also be served to her on a golden platter?”

I meet his cold eyes. “William, you really know how to squeeze me dry for your own benefits.”

His gaze is deep, like the bottom of a well. There isn’t even a flinch of hesitation, he doesn’t look away. “I can give you time to think it over. Think it through before you answer me.”

I don’t need time. I have already thought it through a thousand times, in a thousand sleepless nights.

“No need to consider it.” My voice is steel. “I will not agree.”

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William stares at me intently for a long while without saying a word. His gaze is cold and indifferent, lacking much emotion that can be read. Yet it inexplicably brings a sense of unease, like standing at the edge of a cliff and feeling the ground shift. beneath your feet.

I do not look away. I will not give him the satisfaction.

After an long time, he finally speaks up. His voice is low, almost

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quiet. “If you agree now, you can name your terms. But next time we talk, things might not be like they are today.”

I look at him directly, not saying anything at all There is nothing left to discuss; no negotiation, no compromise, no surrender.

William says nothing more. He turns and walks toward the door, his footsteps echoing on the wooden floor.

He wants me to work by Imema’s side for three years, making watch them be affectionate every day… he wants me to smile without baring my fangs and nod like the Omega I’m supposed to be, while she takes everything that should have been mine.

If I accept, my divorce from William would be completely meaningless. I would still be tied to him, still bound by his demands, still forced to serve the woman he replaced me with.

Every morning I would wake up, knowing that nothing had changed. Every night I would fall asleep feeling his control like a chain around my neck.

Not only that, I would have to accept all of Imema’s demands and arrangements. Every whim, every schedule change, every unreasonable request. She would own my time, my talent, my freedom.

Bright need to completely lose my mind to even consider such a

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condition.

The door clicks shut behind him and the silence rushes in.

I stand there for a long moment, alone in the ruined studio, surrounded by everything broken: the paint–streaked walls, the shattered instruments… the pieces of a dream I rebuilt with my own hands, now crumbling around me.

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I close my eyes and breathe.

Bruno’s POV

After leaving Talia’s studio, Alpha takes long strides, his pace unhurried. The afternoon sun casts his shadow across the pavement, stretching it thin and dark.

Then he speaks. His voice is distant, almost thoughtful. “Is this the studio that Nick destroyed?”

I am slightly surprised, the question comes out of nowhere. Alpha hasn’t mentioned the vandalism since the day it happened, I did not think he was paying attention.

I didn’t think he cared at all.

“Yes,” I say, choosing my words carefully. “This is the studio that Miss Volkov wanted.”

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Since Miss. Volkov returned to Zenithara, she has been busy with something every few days. There is always a new project, a new crisis, a new demand. I have been either busy with Imema’s affairs or on my way to report on Imema’s affairs.

It has been that way for months, endless and exhausting.

On the contrary, Talia, as the Alpha wife, had very few things for me to do. She rarely asked for anything, never demanding attention or resources. She simply lived like a ghost in her own home, quietly and uncomplainingly making the lives of others

easier.

Initially, wenever the Luna had any problems, she usually contacted me for help. Any scheduling conflict with Aeson’s school, questions about household matters or a request for some information.

At first, I would report to Alpha every time, thinking that he would want to know. I thought he would care.

Gradually, Talia’s requests became less and less excessive. She stopped asking for things that might inconvenience anyone… in fact, she stopped asking for things at all. She learned to handle everything herself, because no one else would handle it for her.

Eventually, Alpha simply exempted me from reporting to him about her. He said it was not necessary, because she could handle things on her own.

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I do not know if it is because the Perseus family treats Talia like family and trusts her too much. Or perhaps… We all have been ignoring her too much.

Perhaps we have been so focused on Imema’s demands that we forgot about the woman who never made any demands at all. The woman who swallowed her pride and her pain and her anger, day after day, until there was nothing left but silence.

I glance at Alpha’s profile. His expression is unreadable, carved from stone.

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