Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 292

Nick’s POV

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The cold, hard floorboards press against my shattered ribs, each shallow breath I take sending a searing bolt of

agony straight through my chest. Blood pools in the back of my throat, thick and tasting of copper, before spilling past my split lips onto the ruined hardwood. The penthouse is a graveyard of broken mahogany and shattered crystal, a physical reflection of my completely obliterated life. The pack elders are gone, their cold, disgusted faces fading into the dark corridor, leaving me entirely at the mercy of the monster looming over me.

Aires steps into my blurred field of vision, his heavy boots clicking rhythmically against the floorboards until he stops right beside my head. He reaches down, his large, calloused hand gripping my blood-soaked collar, and violently hauls my upper body off the floor.

“The name, Nick,” Aires snarls, his voice a low, supernatural tremor that vibrates through my broken bones. The terrifying, feral crimson light in his eyes burns into my soul, stripping away any illusion of my safety. “You did not forge a contract of this magnitude alone. A rogue family member doesn’t 14:34

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his Alpha aura presses down on my solar plexus, making the room spin into a dark vortex. I beg for mercy, my voice sounding small, pathetic, and entirely hollow against the expansive ruins of my home. “Please… let me go… I cannot breathe…”

“Then give me the mastermind, and I will let the guards carry you out of my sight!” he roars, slamming my back against the base of the broken dining partition. “Who planned it with you?!”

The agony in my spine screams, but inside my mind, a sudden, fierce clarity cuts through the pain. Imema. Her beautiful, angelic face flashes behind my eyelids, her wide, innocent eyes looking at me with the same desperate

reliance she offered in the penthouse just hours ago. I know what will happen if I open my mouth. If I utter a single syllable of her name, Aires will unleash that same murderous

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I look at Aires’s thunderous, unforgiving face, and a twisted, tragic sense of pride blooms amidst my despair. She used me. She weaponized my hatred and my devotion to execute her malice against Talia, but to my bleeding heart, it doesn’t matter. She is my light, the only woman I have ever truly worshipped from the shadows while she chased the Alpha’s crown. If my life is already forfeit, if I am already cast out as a worthless rogue, then my silence will be my final, grandest

shield.

I steadfastly refuse to say her name. I tighten my jaw,

swallowing down the blood, locking the secret away in the deepest vault of my chest. I will take the fall. I will let the pack brand me a solitary monster, viewing my silence as my final, tragic act of love to protect her from the ash of my ruin.

Aires squeezes his grip, his fingers digging into my windpipe, completely cutting off my air. The world begins to turn dark at the edges, my vision fracturing into swimming black spots as my heart struggles to beat. With the last remaining ounce of my fading strength, my lips part, a quiet, bloody murmur escaping my throat into the cold air.

“I love you, Imema… always have…” I mumble, the words feather-light, a final, desperate confession meant only for

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the quiet apartment before my consciousness slips entirely

into the dark.

Aires’ POV

The pathetic, bloody murmur leaves Nick’s lips, and my

temper instantly rises to a volatile, explosive boiling point. I want to slam his head into the concrete floor. I want to rip th

answers out of his throat through sheer physical devastation My wolf is roaring in my chest, a feral, bloodthirsty entity demands to be fed, furious that a broken rogue dares to maintain his silence in the face of my absolute dominance.

But the moment the name leaves his lips, my mind completely freezes.

Imema.

The name echoes through the structural columns of my brain, but instead of illuminating the dark trap, my thoughts instantly twist the situation into a completely different shape. The crimson glow in my eyes flickers, a sudden, blinding wave of psychological denial washing over my senses. I look down at Nick’s bleeding, pathetic form, and my lifelong perception of Imema as a delicate, vulnerable orphan-the girl whose father died protecting our pack, the girl I swore to 4/7

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shield from the cruelty of the world-completely warps the

data.

An obsessive infatuation. A dangerous, unrequited stalker.

The realization hits my mind like a physical blow, my thoughts spinning a frantic, deceptive web to protect the illusion of her innocence. Nick said he loves her. He said

he always has. He is a monster who just hired twenty underground mercenaries to abduct and violate Talia in the dark. A man who can harbor that level of depravity, a man who can systematically destroy one woman out of pure malice, is entirely capable of targeting another.

A sudden, suffocating panic replaces the burning fury in my chest, making my heart hammer frantically against my ribs.

She doesn’t know, my mind screams, the wrong assumption taking deep, unyielding root in my soul. Imema trusted him blindly as her closest friend. She sits alone in her apartment, completely oblivious to the fact that her confidant is a psychopathic rogue who has been harboring a dark, twisted obsession with her from the shadows.

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