From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Nathan’s POV

I stared at the shattered mirror, fragments reflecting my flickering red Alpha eyes. The pain had subsided, but the memory of it–the burning sensation that had crawled beneath my skin, the way my bones had begun to shift against my will–remained vivid, I unclenched my fist, watching as the claws that had partially emerged gradually retracted back into human fingertips.

“If this continues, I’ll completely lose control by the next full moon,” I muttered to myself, my breath still ragged. The attacks were becoming more frequent, more intense. And that damn Julia managed to get Sophia transferred to Spring Valley. I’ll make her pay for that eventually, but finding a mate has to be my

priority right now.”

I needed a solution, and fast.

By noon, I had summoned my advisory team to the conference room. Connor had compiled profiles of potential mates from packs across the country.

These so–called ‘qualified candidates‘ aren’t good enough,” I said, shoving the files away with disgust. Most were daughters of allied pack Betas–politically valuable but genetically unremarkable. “I need someone who brings strategic value to the pack and possesses strong bloodlines. Not some cute little Omega

who’ll roll over at my command.”

Connor cleared his throat. “The Western Regional Leadership Summit starts tomorrow in Portland. Most major packs will be represented. It would be an

efficient way to evaluate multiple candidates in person.”

I glanced up, feeling the first spark of genuine interest. “Who’s attending?”

“Alpine Ridge, Coastal Moon, Black Mountain…” Connor listed several powerful packs. “Plus researchers and specialists from various wolf institutions.”

I nodded, a cold smile forming, “Make the arrangements. I’ll select my Luna personally.”

The summit buzzed with activity–Alphas, Betas, and advisors from dozens of packs mingling in Portland’s Grand Hotel ballroom. I moved through the crowd with practiced charm, evaluating each potential candidate while maintaining the appearance of casual networking.

By mid–afternoon, my patience was wearing thin. The females I’d met were either too submissive or trying too hard to impress. None possessed the strength

I needed to stabilize my volatile power.

That’s when I noticed her.

In a side alcove of the main hall, a heated discussion had formed around territory regulation. Most attendees gave respectful deference to the senior Alphas

dominating the conversation. But one voice cut through–clear, confident, and completely unintimidated.

‘Pure bloodlines don’t equate to pure puwer,‘ the woman was saying, her tone matter–of–fact rather than confrontational, “My research indicates that diversity actually creates greater adaptability.”

She stood with perfect posture in a tailored Chanel suit that emphasized her slender but athletic frame. A diamond tennis bracelet glinted at her wrist, matching the subtle sparkle of her earrings. Silver hair–not gray from age but naturally silver like moonlight was pulled back into a sleek knor. She couldn’t have been older than thirty, yet seasoned Alphas were actually listening to her.

Something pulled me toward her her curves, the elegant way she gestured with manicured hands, the confident tilt of her chin. She’d make an impressive trophy Luna on my arm at pack gatherings.

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I approached casually, positioning myself within her line of sight. When the discussion paused, I seized my opportunity.

“Your perspective is interesting, though rather non–traditional,” I said, deliberately releasing a wave of my Alpha presence–the kind that typically made.

others step back or lower their gaze.

She turned to me, silver eyes meeting mine without a flicker of submission. “Tradition is often the enemy of progress, Mr. Reynolds, she replied with a slight smile. “I’m Grace Bennett, from Silver Lake Pack.”

My eyebrow arched. “How do you know who I am?”

“A newly–minted Alpha radiating unstable power waves and attempting to use dominance tactics in conversation?” Her eyes sparkled with something

between amusement and challenge. “You’re rather hard to miss.”

I stiffened, both irritated and aroused by her directness. No one had spoken to me this way since I’d inherited the Alpha position. “You seem comfortable

challenging an Alpha you’ve just met.”

“I was raised to speak my mind,” she replied simply, unperturbed by my reaction. Her perfume–something expensive and subtle–drifted between us as she

shifted her weight.

Before I could respond, she was called away by an older man. She excused herself with graceful efficiency, leaving me staring after her perfect figure as she

walked away.

“Find out everything about her,” I murmured to Connor, who had materialized at my side. “Everything.”

By the summit banquet that evening, Connor had delivered a preliminary report. Grace Bennett was the daughter of the Silver Lake Alpha, educated in Europe before returning to serve her pack. Her status as an Alpha’s daughter made her politically valuable, while her beauty and poise would reflect well on any Alpha who claimed her.

I watched her across the dining hall, noting how her silver Versace gown hugged her curves as she moved through the crowd of predominantly male leaders. Diamond droplets hung from her ears, matching a subtle necklace that drew attention to her elegant neck.

I intercepted her at the bar, offering a glass of wine which she accepted with a polite nod,

“I looked into your background,” I said. “Silver Lake has impressive territory.”

“We do,” she countered. “Though I imagine your interest isn’t in our hunting grounds.”

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