Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Emily’s POV

I stood like a ghost inside a large office with black stone walls. Behind a massive desk, the Bloodcave Pack insignia was carved deeply into the wood.

Standing right in the center of the room was a Luna from my bloodline. Even though I wasn’t inside her body, I could feel her heart breaking. Humiliation, betrayal, and grief hit me all at once.

“Wendy, you think this doesn’t hurt me too?”

I locked over at the Alpha. He was tall, dark–haired, and handsome, but he looked completely ruined. The mix of love, desperation, and need was so strong it made my own chest hurt.

Wendy didn’t say a word. She just stared at him, her lips pressed into a thin line.

Then I noticed the young, beautiful woman standing right next to him. She was heavily pregnant, holding her stomach protectively while leaning against the Alpha. She looked just like Wendy.

Her sister.

Suddenly, the mood in the room turned toxic. I felt a wave of triumph, jealousy, and satisfaction, but it wasn’t coming from Wendy. It was coming from her sister.

“My dear daughter,” an older Alpha said coldly from behind the desk. “Your sister carries the future Alpha heir.”

Each word felt like a knife to Wendy.

“Lily will become the chosen Luna.”

No. This couldn’t be happening.

The air in the room grew heavy and hard to breathe. The Alpha’s guilt, the mother’s grief, the father’s shame, and Lily’s satisfaction–Wendy felt it all, and I did too.

“Miles and Lily’s mating ceremony will happen next month,” her father continued, without a hint of warmth in his voice. “The pack must remain united.”

United by destroying one daughter to lift up the other.

Wendy’s fingers gripped the edge of the desk. “You all chose power over me,” she whispered, her voice cracking with raw pain.

The Alpha stepped toward her. “Wendy-”

The mate bond snapped between them again, filled with love and pain. But underneath it all was cowardice. That was the worst part. He loved her, but he was choosing to betray her anyway.

“I break all ties with the Bloodcave Pack,” Wendy said.

“You are NOT leaving this pack!” his Alpha command boomed through the room. “ON YOUR KNEES.”

The mental pressure hit me too, heavy and crushing. But Wendy didn’t drop.

Instead, she screamed. It wasn’t because of his command–it was because of the feelings. Hundreds of emotions crashed into her at once, multiplying every second

I pressed my hands over my ears as the painful noise ripped through my own head. It was overwhelming, like drowning inside other people’s minds.

Wendy stumbled back, hitting the wall hard as she struggled to breathe.

Miles lunged toward her, but halfway across the room, he stopped dead in his tracks. He froze completely. The inger melted off his face, replaced by total confusion, and his body went completely slack.

“What…” her father whispered.

Wendy stared at him, terrified. She had done that to him without even meaning to.

Lily backed away. “What is wrong with her?”

Beneath Lily’s panic, I felt something much uglier. She didn’t love Miles at all. She only cared about winning.

Something inside Wendy finally snapped. She turned and ran.

The vision shifted quickly.

A thick forest. Heavy rain. Cold wind stinging my skin,

Branches scratched Wendy’s arms as she ran deeper into the woods. But the further she ran, the worse the noise became.

Wendy tripped hard, holding her head as blood began to run from her nose.

“Make it stop,” I whispered desperately. This wasn’t a gift. It was torture.

Then, the wolves arrived.

I felt them before I saw them. Their emotions cut through the forest like knives–filled with duty, fear, pity, ›bedience, and a cruel excitement. The thoughts hit Wendy so hard she almost dropped to her knees.

‘There!”

Three wolves ran out from the trees. Wendy slipped on the wet ground and fell into the mud. One wolf grabbed her arm roughly, and suddenly, everything exploded.

A wave of energy burst out of Wendy. One wolf dropped to his knees, crying uncontrollably. Another growled in pure anger and attacked his own packmate. The third stepped back, struggling to breathe in total panic.

None of them understood what was happening, and neither did 1. They screamed as violent feelings ripped through their minds. Wendy wasn’t doing it on purpose–the raw power was just spilling out of her.

Another wolf partially shifted, his claws growing as he ran toward her.

For the first time, Wendy looked right at me. “You…” she whispered shakily. “You’re real.”

The wolf behind her raised his claws. Wendy panicked, and the power surged even harder.

“No!” I grabbed her shoulders. “Don’t fight the feelings. Guide them.”

The wolf jumped. Wendy gasped, and suddenly, I felt his heart too. Fear. Confusion. Pain. Wendy felt it too, and ears filled her eyes.

The wolf froze mid–step. Slowly, his fear softened, replaced by hope, warmth, and safety. His claws lowered.

“What did you do to me?” he whispered.

Another wolf attacked from the side, but this one felt completely different. Cruelty. Bad intentions. He liked unting her. He liked her fear.

I felt it right away, and this time, I used the power too. I took every piece of heartbreak, betrayal, and grief Wendy carried, and threw it right into his mind.

The wolf dropped instantly, screaming. “MAKE IT STOP!” He clawed at his chest as heavy cries ripped out of him.

The forest grew quiet.

Silver light began to glow under Wendy’s skin.

“Now this power belongs to you,” Wendy said, turning to me with tears in her eyes.

The silver light exploded around us, and the exact same energy woke up inside my chest. Every emotion in the world slammed into me at once. Fear. Love. Grief. Rage. All of it.

“I can feel emotions now.” I gave a weak little laugh. “And apparently manipulate them, too.”

His eyebrows lifted.

“Well,” I joked softly, “congratulations. You officially can’t hide anything from me anymore.”

To my surprise, Nathan smiled–not cocky or teasing, but soft. “Little moon,” he murmured. “I’ve always been an open book for you.”

Goddess. Sometimes this man said things that hit straight into my soul.

My eyes drifted absently across the room and landed on the dress–the one Declan once brought me. The same lark fabric I escaped in. It still lay tossed across the chair near the window, torn and stained from the escape hrough the mountains.

The warmth inside me vanished.

Nathan followed my gaze, and his expression changed right away. “…No.” He stood up and crossed the room. ‘We’re getting rid of this now.”

I watched him grab the dress carefully, holding it as if he hated even touching something that belonged to Declan.

“You don’t need reminders of him in here anymore,” Nathan said quietly. “Especially not this.”

“…Yeah,” I whispered.

Nathan moved to leave with it, but suddenly something slammed into my memory. “Wait.”

Nathan stopped and turned back.

I hurried toward him and shoved my hand deep into the hidden inner pocket sewn into the dress. Then, I pulled

out the crystals along with the folded pages of stolen notes.

Nathan stared at them. “…Emily.”

“I completely forgot,” I said, my pulse quickening. “I found these in the rogue library.”

Nathan carefully took one of the pages from my hand. “What is this?”

Excitement mixed with fear inside me. “I think…” I looked up at him slowly. “I think I found another way to use the crystals.”

Nathan’s expression sharpened.

“The rogues only used the crystals for portals,” I continued quickly. “But these notes talk about something totally different. I don’t think they even knew what else the crystals could do. Otherwise, someone would have tried it by now.”

Nyx stirred uneasily inside me.

“And judging by how hidden these were…” I whispered, “I don’t think even Declan knows about it.”

Nathan looked down at the notes again, then back at me. “We need the witch.”

Nathan glanced toward the dark windows. Night had fully swallowed the pack lands outside. “… Right now?”

I locked outside too. “… No, you’re right,” I admitted reluctantly. “We leave early tomorrow morning.”

-But deep down, I hoped we wouldn’t be too late.