Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 294

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Chapter 291

Nick’s POV

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I swirl the rich, amber bourbon in my crystal tumbler, watching the liquor catch the dim lighting of my living room. The rain hits the balcony glass in a steady, soothing rhythm. My chest carries a deep, intoxicating warmth that has nothing to do with the alcohol. The underground mercenaries have their orders. By now, the transaction is complete, and Talia is finally being broken into pieces. The thought of her arrogant, sovereign composure shattering in the dirt brings a cold, victorious smirk to my lips. She wanted to humiliate our circle; now she pays the absolute price.

BOOM!

A thunderous, explosive crash rips through the quiet penthouse, shaking the floorboards beneath my feet.

The heavy, solid oak front door is violently ripped entirely off its iron hinges, flying across the foyer like a piece of cardboard before splintering into a dozen jagged shards against the marble wall. I bolt upright from the velvet sofa, my crystal glass slipping from my hand and shattering agginst the floor, spilling the burning liquor across the rug1:34

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Aires steps through the ruined doorway.

I freeze, my breath trapping painfully in my throat as my wolf instincts instantly scream in primal terror. He looks monstrous. His massive frame is surrounded by a thick, suffocating wave of pure, murderous Alpha aura that drops the atmospheric pressure in the penthouse to absolute zero. But it is his face that makes my blood run dead cold. His jaw is clamped so tight a muscle leaps violently in his cheek, and his eyes are completely consumed by a glowing, terrifying, feral crimson light.

I force my trembling hands to slide into my pockets, frantically trying to piece together a calm, nonchalant facade. I try to play it cool. “A-Aires? What is the meaning of this? If you wanted a drink, you didn’t have to ruin the

woodwork-”

Before the last syllable can even leave my lips, Aires blurs

across the room with a supernatural, blinding speed.

He closes the twenty-foot distance between us in a split

second. His large, calloused hand snaps out like a steel vice, clamping violently around my throat, cutting off my air supply completely. With a single, effortless surge of his

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primitive Alpha strength, he lifts my entire body off the floor and violently slams me across the expansive living room.

My back crashes hard into the heavy, polished mahogany dining table. The thick timber breaks down the center under the sheer force of the impact, shattering the legs and sending the crystal centerpieces exploding into a hundred glittering shards around me. I slide across the floor, groaning in sheer agony, every muscle in my spine screaming as I struggle to draw a single, shallow breath among the ruined

furniture.

Aires’ POV

The sound of his groans does nothing to appease the feral, ravenous entity roaring in my chest. I stride through the wreckage of the living room, my heavy boots crushing the broken crystal and splintering wood into dust. The image of Talia shivering on that concrete loading dock, her dress torn away by the monsters this man hired, burns behind my eyelids like liquid fire. My wolf is tearing at my consciousness, demanding the absolute execution of the traitor who used to be my brother.

I reach down, grabbing Nick by the collar of his expensive shirt, and violently haul his bleeding body off the floor. I slam

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him backward against the remaining iron frame of the dini partition, my crimson eyes boring straight into his panicked face.

“You are going to look at me, Nick,” I snarl, my voice a low, supernatural tremor that vibrates through the concrete structural columns of the penthouse. I squeeze my grip around his throat, deliberately forcing his face to turn a dar suffocating shade of purple. “And you are going to tell me exactly how you thought you would survive this night.”

“Aires… please… I don’t… I don’t know what you are talking about,” he chokes out, his fingers frantically clawing at my wrists, trying to loosen the vice-like hold.

“Do not dare lie to me!” I roar, the sheer force of my Alpha aura flaring so violently that the glass balcony doors behind

us begin to crack and spiderweb. I violently shake his frame against the iron bars. “I stood in your dark living room two hours ago. I heard every single word of your boasting. I heard you brag about the tracking team, about her phone left in the studio, and about the twenty underground

mercenaries you paid to reduce the mother of my children to a bag of bones!”

Nick’s eyes widen in absolute, horizontal horror. The last 4/8

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him backward against the remaining iron frame of the din partition, my crimson eyes boring straight into his panicke face.

“You are going to look at me, Nick,” I snarl, my voice a low, supernatural tremor that vibrates through the concrete structural columns of the penthouse. I squeeze my grip around his throat, deliberately forcing his face to turn a dar suffocating shade of purple. “And you are going to tell me exactly how you thought you would survive this night.”

“Aires… please… I don’t… I don’t know what you are talking about,” he chokes out, his fingers frantically clawing at my wrists, trying to loosen the vice-like hold.

“Do not dare lie to me!” I roar, the sheer force of my Alpha aura flaring so violently that the glass balcony doors behind

us begin to crack and spiderweb. I violently shake his frame against the iron bars. “I stood in your dark living room two hours ago. I heard every single word of your boasting. I heard you brag about the tracking team, about her phone left in the studio, and about the twenty underground

mercenaries you paid to reduce the mother of my children to a bag of bones!”

Nick’s eyes widen in absolute, horizontal horror. The last 4/8

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remaining shred of his denial evaporates, his face turning a ghostly, stark pale as he realizes his treachery has been completely exposed.

I don’t waste another second listening to his pathetic gasps for air. I open my mind and unleash my emergency link- the heavy, unyielding telepathic frequency reserved only for

crises that threaten the survival of the bloodline.

To all pack elders, I command through the link, my voice echoing like a thunderclap inside the minds of the pack’s leadership. Assemble at Nick’s penthouse immediately. The Alpha demands a tribunal of blood. Move now.

Within less than five minutes, the private elevator doors click open. Six of the pack’s oldest, most revered elders stride into the ruined penthouse, their expressions turning hard as stone as they take in the shattered furniture and the bleeding form of the traitor in my grip. Nick’s own father, the senior elder of our defense council, steps forward from the group, his hands trembling with a sudden, devastating shame.

I throw Nick onto the floor at their feet like a piece of discarded garbage.

“Look at him,” I command the elders, my crimson gaze 5/8

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sweeping across the room, leaving them entirely silent unde the weight of my absolute dominance. “This monster used our pack’s hidden offshore corporate reserves to forge a lethal, depraved contract with underground mercenaries. He paid them to abduct and violate Talia in the dark, completely violating our sacred pack laws and exposing our borders to the criminal syndicates.”

A heavy, suffocating silence settles over the penthouse. Nick’s father steps closer, looking down at his son. His face is completely drained of color, his jaw trembling as a profound, burning fury replaces his shock.

“Is this true, Nick?” the old elder whispers, his voice cracking with a deep, paternal agony. “Did you commit this

dishonorable filth?”

Nick lies on his side among the glass shards, coughing violently as he clutches his bruised throat. He looks up at his father, then at the elders, finding absolutely no mercy, no sympathy in their frozen expressions. “She… she insulted our circle, Father! She ruined Imema at the gala! I did it for us-”

“Silence, you pathetic monster!” his father roars, his own elderly wolf surfacing in his eyes as he steps forward and violently kicks Nick’s hands away from his knees. The old man 6/8

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