Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 295

Imema’s POV

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I take a slow, satisfying sip of the clear liquor, the burning liquid doing nothing to melt the beautiful, icy satisfaction settling in my chest.

The satellite phone is warm against my ear, and through the encrypted line, the heavy, frantic breathing of my collaborator fills the silence of my living room.

“Please rest assured, Miss Nelson,” I say, my voice smooth, precise, and completely dripping with a calculated, professional venom. I swirl the ice in my glass, watching the dim gold light of the chandelier bounce off the crystal. “I will not return to the pack fortress until your wretched stepsister is completely ruined. Everything is proceeding exactly according to our blueprint.”

On the other end of the line, Odette Nelson lets out a low, shaky breath that quickly morphs into a bitter, resentful scoff.

It is truly magnificent how much she hates her. Odette, Talia’s supposedly angelic, sweet stepsister, is the true architect behind this entire masterpiece. High society views @dette 3:10

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accounts to finance the underground mercenaries. She is the one who spent the last two months pulling strings with corrupt medical examiners to forge the fake reports I used to validate my position.

A cold, victorious smirk splits my lips. What a sweet, absolutely perfect deal the Moon Goddess has handed directly to me. I get to cash out on Odette’s burning, obsessive hatred, utilizing her family’s massive hidden fortune to systematically erase my only rival, while keeping my own hands completely clean in the eyes of the pack.

“Just ensure those medical files remain permanently sealed for another two months, Odette,” I purr, walking back toward the center of the room, entirely amused by the absolute brilliance of our alliance. “Once the breakthrough concert is canceled, the pack won’t even remember her name.”

Aires’ POV

The world around me turns to freezing, gray ash. Every single cell in my body goes completely dead, a suffocating, black void opening up in my chest that swallows my air entirely.

Odette Nelson.

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the name lands like a lethal, poisonous weight in my mind,

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accounts to finance the underground mercenaries. She is the one who spent the last two months pulling strings with corrupt medical examiners to forge the fake reports I used to validate my position.

A cold, victorious smirk splits my lips. What a sweet, absolutely perfect deal the Moon Goddess has handed directly to me. I get to cash out on Odette’s burning, obsessive hatred, utilizing her family’s massive hidden fortune to systematically erase my only rival, while keeping my own hands completely clean in the eyes of the pack.

“Just ensure those medical files remain permanently sealed for another two months, Odette,” I purr, walking back toward the center of the room, entirely amused by the absolute brilliance of our alliance. “Once the breakthrough concert is canceled, the pack won’t even remember her name.”

Aires’ POV

The world around me turns to freezing, gray ash. Every single cell in my body goes completely dead, a suffocating, black void opening up in my chest that swallows my air entirely.

Odette Nelson.

2/4

13:11

the name lands like a lethal, poisonous weight in my mind,

afrocity from the dark. The fake reports, the corrupt medical files, the underground mercenaries… all of it was an orchestrated, systematic trap designed to blind me while they dismantled the mother of my children piece by piece.

But before the sheer, crushing horror of the exposure can even settle into my bones, Imema’s voice cuts through the crack in the French doors again, changing the register into something even more depraved.

“And as for the boy, Aeson?” Imema laughs into the receiver, the sound a sharp, mocking bark that makes my wolf violently rear back inside my soul, its jaws snapping in a feral, bloodthirsty frenzy. “He is just a naive, five-year-old fool who trusts me completely. He looks up at me with those wide, stupid eyes, believing every single story I feed him

about his mother.”

She stops near the glass cabinet, her silk dress rustling as she places her empty glass down with a sharp, definitive

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