From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 141

From Rejected Mate to Luna

Chapter 141

Nathan’s POV

I slammed the study door open with enough force to rattle the bookshelves. The sight that greeted me was like a knife to the gut–my father and Eric, heads close together, papers strewn across the massive oak desk. Their heads snapped up simultaneously, Eric’s expression morphing into guilt while my father’s remained impassive.

“This can’t be true!” My voice echoed against the wood–paneled walls. My entire body trembled with rage, vision tinged with amber as my wolf clawed dangerously close to the surface. You can’t just decide to strip me of my birthright without any process, without any warning!”

Father straightened, his posture emanating the oppressive Alpha energy that had dominated our household my entire life. The weight of it pushed against me like a physical force, but I refused to back down.

“Nathan,” he said, his voice calm and controlled in a way that made my blood boil. “Sit down.”

“I won’t sit!” I snarled, advancing into the room. “I deserve an explanation! I am your son, your heir–I’ve trained my entire life for this!”

Eric wouldn’t meet my eyes, which only fueled my fury. My best friend since childhood, the man who was supposed to be my Beta, my right hand–sitting there like a traitor beside my father.

“You are no longer suitable to lead this pack, Nathan. Father’s tone carried the finality of an Alpha command, though he didn’t actually use his power. “The psychological evaluation clearly shows your control issues and instability would put our entire community at risk.”

I laughed bitterly. “Psychological evaluation? This is about prejudice, not psychology. You’ve always wanted to keep your power longer than necessary.”

Father’s jaw tightened as he reached for a folder. “These are documented incidents from the past six months. He slid several papers across the desk. “Your manipulation of Julia White. Your increasing aggression with pack members who disagree with you. The incident with the young guest who ended up with three broken ribs.”

My eyes darted to Eric, whose gaze remained fixed on the floor.

“You agree with this? I demanded, my voice cracking with disbelief. “My best friend? The person who’s supposed to stand beside me when I become Alpha?

Eric finally looked up, his expression pained but resolute. I’ve seen the changes in you, Nathan. The way you treated Julia… the things you did…”

The betrayal cut deeper than I could have imagined. My father I could understand–he’d always been reluctant to relinquish control. But Eric? My closest confidant since we were pups?

As the argument escalated, my father pressed a button beneath his desk. Within seconds, two members of the pack security team entered the study.

“Take Nathan to the quiet room until he can discuss this rationally, Father ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I felt hands grasp my arms, and a primal growl erupted from my chest. “You can’t do this to me! I’m the heir! But I quickly discovered my pack status no longer held any weight as the security members tightened their grip and began forcing me toward the door.

The last thing I saw before being dragged from the room was Eric still sented beside my father, the Beta medallion gleaming on his chest my father’s new choice. The image burned into my mind like a brand.

In the isolation of the quiet room–a glorified cell designed for ‘unstable‘ pack members–the initial firestorm of rage gradually cooled into something darker and more focused. I sat on the edge of the sparse bed, my thoughts crystallizing into icy clarity.

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3:20 pm

Chapter 141

I reviewed every interaction with my father over the past several years: his constant delays when I brought up the transition of power, the way he undermined my decisions, his critical evaluations of my leadership style. Now it all made perfect sense.

“He never intended to let me take over,” I whispered to the empty room, my eyes fixed on nothing. “This ‘instability‘ is just an excuse… he wants to be Alpha forever, and Eric… Eric is just a more pliable puppet.”

As night fell; I stood by the window, moonlight casting my shadow long across the floor. The moon goddess herself had chosen me as Alpha heir–I’d felt it in my bones since my first shift. My father was defying not just tradition, but divine will.

“The Alpha position is my destiny, I murmured to the moon, feeling a strange calm settle over me. My fingers traced the window frame as I contemplated how easily power could change hands. My father’s physical strength far exceeded mine–I wasn’t delusional enough to challenge him directly. But power transfers didn’t always require brute force.

“Accidents happen,” I said softly, a small smile forming on my lips. “Even Alphas have hunting accidents… or heart attacks.” I imagined my father’s morning coffee, how simple it would be to add something untraceable from the medical supplies. Or perhaps an unfortunate equipment failure during the next full moon hunt. The possibilities multiplied in my mind like beautiful, deadly flowers blooming.

My reflection in the window glass showed my eyes gleaming with an eerie light, but I felt perfectly rational, more clear–headed than I had in months. The moon goddess had chosen me–I could feel her approval in the silver light bathing my skin. My father was the one defying the natural order, not me. I would simply be restoring balance by removing the obstacle to my rightful ascension.

“I’ll make it look natural,” I whispered, my breath fogging the glass. “A tragedy for the pack to rally around. And I’ll be there to pick up the pieces… to lead them through their grief.” My heart rate steadied as the plan solidified, transforming from wild fantasy into calculated intent. “After all, what is a son’s duty if not to continue his father’s legacy?”

For the first time, I allowed myself to clearly envision my father’s death–not with horror, but with a sense of inevitability and purpose. The pack would need a strong leader in such a crisis, and I would naturally step forward. Eric might object initially, but without my father’s protection, he would be easily

dealt with.

The moonlight seemed to approve my thoughts, bathing me in silver as my path forward became crystal clear. I no longer felt fear or doubt about what needed to be done. Only a cold, calculating anticipation.

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