Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 285

Alpha’s Discarded Luna

Chapter 282

Aires’ POV

The thunderous applause from the standing ovation still vibrates through the floorboards of the auditorium, but to my ears, it morphs into a mocking roar. Every single critic and high-society patron in the room is looking toward the stage with eyes full of awe, entirely captivated by the magnificent masterpiece Talia just unleashed. But I cannot look at the crowd. My focus remains frantically locked onto her as she gracefully stands up from the leather bench, her dark blue silk dress catching the glare of the spotlights.

An overwhelming, suffocating desperation grips my chest, making my lungs burn for air. The truth of my dawn dream is a solid, crushing weight inside my mind-she is my childhood angel, the sovereign savior who kept my young mind from fracturing into absolute madness. And I threw her away. I treated her like a common, talentless nuisance while keeping a viper like Imema wrapped tightly around my family’s status.

I have to get to her. I have to make her look at me.

I move out of the deep shadows of the limestone pillars, my long strides urgent and reckless as I force my way into the post-gala crowd. The upper-pack elites try to swarm me, eager to offer their plastic smiles and useless flattery about the performance, Búémy Alpha aura flares instinctively, a heavy, oppressive wave

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of dominance that forces them to step aside in primal fear. I don’t care about politeness tonight. I don’t care about pack decorum. I only care about reaching the woman who holds the missing piece of my soul.

“Talia!” I call out, my voice raw and strained, cutting through the ambient chatter of the dispersing crowd.

She is stepping down from the stage, her movements smooth, controlled, and entirely dignified. She doesn’t flinch at the sound of her name. She doesn’t stop. My heart hammers violently against my ribs as I pick up my pace, pushing past a group of stunned critics, my hand extended as if I can somehow catch the edge of her blue silk train. I am entirely ready to drop to my knees right here on the polished marble floor. I am ready to beg for her forgiveness, to demand answers about the past, to crawl back into her grace if it means she will look at me with even a fraction of the warmth she used to offer.

But before I can close the twenty-foot gap between us, a sudden shift occurs in the crowd.

Raymond steps directly into my path, his tall, broad frame instantly blocking my view of Talia. His sharp gaze is hard as flint, his jaw clamped shut with a lethal, protective intensity that signals his wolf is completely close to the surface. He doesn’t back down from my flaring Alpha aura; instead, his shoulders square, presenting an immovable, unyielding front.

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To his left, Jack slides into place, his usual charismatic, easygoing persona entirely replaced by a cold, dangerous hostility. His arms are crossed over his chest, his posture adding another thick layer to the obstruction. And on Raymond’s right, Electra steps up, her emerald gown swirling as she glares at me with a fierce, feline hatred that warns me she will tear my face apart before she lets me take another step.

They form a solid, impenetrable human shield in front of her. A physical barrier born of absolute devotion and fierce loyalty, explicitly designed to keep a predator like me away from their

treasure.

“Step aside, Capaldi,” I snarl, my voice dropping into a low, rumbling growl that makes the nearby patrons quickly retreat in terror. My wolf is scratching at my consciousness, furious that another male is placing himself between us and our mate, but Raymond doesn’t even blink.

“You have no business with her, Alpha Aires,” Raymond replies, his voice level, calm, and dripping with an absolute authority that matches my own. “She has given her performance. She is leaving.”

try to look over his shoulder, tilting my head frantically to catch a glimpse of Talia behind their defensive line. Through a small gap between Raymond and Jack, I finally manage to lock eyes with her.

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My breath catches painfully in my throat.

Talia is standing just a few feet away, wrapping a black velvet shawl around her shoulders. She looks past my frantic, sweating face with a complete, terrifying vacancy. There is no burning anger in her dark pupils. There is no lingering resentment, no trace of the profound hurt that I systematically inflicted upon her for years. There is absolutely nothing. Her eyes are like two frozen, bottomless pools, looking right through me as if I am nothing more than an empty patch of air, a minor inconvenience that doesn’t even deserve the energy of her hatred.

The total, freezing indifference in her gaze hits me harder than a physical blow to the solar plexus. It completely drains the strength from my legs, leaving me hollowed out from the inside out. If she were angry, I could fight for her. If she hated me, I could find a way to earn her forgiveness. But this emptiness… it means she has entirely erased me from her heart. She has locked the door and thrown the key into the deepest ocean, leaving me completely on the outside.

“Talia, please—” I choke out, my hand trembling as I reach past Raymond’s shoulder, my voice cracking with a vulnerability that an Alpha should never show to high society.

She doesn’t even pause to acknowledge the sound of my desperation. She turns her back on me with a sovereign, absolute grace, nodding softly to Jack and Electra.

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“Let us go,” she says softly, her voice carrying clearly over the defensive line. “The air in here is getting heavy.”

Raymond doesn’t break eye contact with me for a single second as Talia begins to walk away. He maintains his rigid, unyielding stance until she has safely cleared the grand double doors of the auditorium, heading into the private VIP exit corridor. Only when her dark blue silhouette completely vanishes from sight does he finally lower his arms, offering me one last, cold look of pure disdain before he, Jack, and Electra turn on their heels to

follow her.

They leave me behind.

The crowd slowly filters out of the main hall, leaving the grand space empty and cavernous. I walk aimlessly toward the private corridor where they exited, my steps heavy and dragging like a man walking toward his own execution. I stop in the middle of the long, empty hallway, the dim wall sconces casting long, distorted shadows across the marble floor.

I stand completely alone in the freezing cold of the corridor.

The silence that surrounds me is deafening, broken only by the ragged, irregular sound of my own breathing. My hand drops heavily to my side, my fingers clenching into useless fists. The intoxicating melody of her piano performance still echoes through the structural columns of my mind, a beautiful, Haunting reminder of the life-saving angel I spent my tire13:03

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youth looking for.

And now, the terrifying truth settles deep into my bones, hardening into a bitter, devastating certainty.

Talia is no longer a woman I can take for granted. She is no longer the compliant, quiet housewife who will sit in the dark corners of my mansion, waiting for a single scrap of my

attention.

She has stepped onto her own stage, and a heavy, crushing wave of regret suffocates me entirely: I am the one who discarded my own salvation, and now, I am completely left out in the cold.

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