Alpha's Discarded Luna (Talia) novel Chapter 299

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Chapter 296

Imema’s POV

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I slide the finger across the screen of the satellite phone, terminating the encrypted connection with a soft, electronic beep.

A slow, deeply satisfied smirk curls the corners of my lips as I set the device down onto the polished surface of the glass cabinet. The burning warmth of the liquor has settled into my veins, mirroring the beautiful, cold triumph expansion in my chest. Talia is being broken into pieces at the 12th intersection, Odette’s hidden family fortune is backing my interests, and the entire Alpha bloodline is inches away from falling completely into my palms. It is an absolute masterpiece of calculation.

I turn around smoothly, ready to head to my bedroom and slide into a peaceful, victorious sleep.

But the moment my body completes the turn, the air inside my lungs vanishes completely. My heart drops straight into a freezing, bottomless void.

Airgs is standing frozen right in the open doorway of the

shattered French doors.

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casting his towering silhouette in a dark, monstrous light against the backdrop of the stormy sky. He doesn’t move a single muscle. He stands completely rigid, his hands clenched into two heavy fists at his sides, his chest heaving with a slow, ragged rhythm that sounds like a predator on the verge of execution.

But it is his aura that makes my knees instantly go weak. A thick, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated Alpha dominance is radiating outward from his body, dropping the atmospheric pressure of my entire living room to absolute zero in a split second. The heavy, oppressive force hits me like a physical blow, making it nearly impossible to draw a shallow breath. His jaw is clamped so tight the skin over his cheekbones looks ready to split, and his eyes… his eyes are completely consumed by a brilliant, terrifying, feral crimson light that burns straight through my soul.

My brain instantly freezes, my thoughts scattering like insects in the light as a blind, primitive terror paralyzes my mind.

He heard. Oh God, he heard everything.

The realization strikes my chest with a force that leaves me hollowed out, but the survival instinct that has kept me alive in high society for years snaps back into place. Panic turns into a desperate, frantic calculation. I have to fix this. I have

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I force my rigid limbs to move. I step forward, my face instantly crumpling into a mask of pure, practiced, and manipulative tears as I rush toward his massive frame. I let my shoulders drop, my bottom lip trembling violently as I squeeze my eyes shut, forcing hot, heavy tears to stream down my cheeks, ruining my evening makeup. I drop my hands, raising them toward his chest in a gesture of absolute, helpless vulnerability-the exact same vulnerable orphan look that has always forced him to shield me from the world.

“Aires! Oh God, Aires-it’s not what you think!” I weep openly, my voice dropping into a frantic, breathless screech that echoes off the walls. I reach out, my manicured fingers desperately clawing at the damp fabric of his t-shirt, trying to force a single scrap of his protective instinct to flare up. “Please, you have to listen to me! I was protecting you! I was protecting our family!”

I look up at him through my tears, my expression a masterpiece of desperate devotion. “Nick… Nick was the one who forced my hand, Aires! He was obsessed with erasing Talia, and he threatened to target our little Aeson if I didn’t help him use Odette’s accounts! I only went along with the call to track his movements, to ensure your son was safe from his rogues! I was doing it all for us, Aires! Because I love you… because I am meant to be your mate!”

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glass cabinet behind me cracks down the center, and the delicate glass fixtures of the overhead chandelier shatter into a thousand glittering pieces, raining down across the hardwood floor like a silver storm.

Before my fingers can even graze the skin of his throat, Aires steps back.

He moves with a swift, absolute precision, violently breaking my grip and stepping away from my touch with an expression of pure, unadulterated disgust etched into his fierce features. He looks at my hands, at my face, as if I am a piece of toxic filth crawling through the mud, a disease that he cannot bear to look upon for another second.

“Do not dare place your treacherous hands on my skin, thema,” Aires snarls, his voice a low, terrifying tremor

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finality that completely strips away any remaining illusion of my safety. “I stood in the darkness of that veranda for ten whole minutes. I heard every single calculated syllable that left your venomous mouth. I heard you plot the destruction of my mate. I heard you plan the suicide of Talia. And I heard you call my five-year-old son a fool, calculating how to discard his flesh from my mansion.”

The absolute finality in his tone hits my chest like a lead weight, freezing the tears right on my cheeks. My crumpled facade shatters entirely, the fake vulnerability evaporating into the cold air, leaving me completely naked in the ash of

my own exposure.

Aires stands in the ruined doorway, his massive shoulders

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