Luna Forsaken (Arya and James) novel Chapter 112

112 The Meeting After the Humiliation

James’s POV

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The man hesitated, then answered carefully. “He was angry after. Said the she-wolf wasn’t supposed

to matter. Said they were told she was… handled.”

My vision went cold at the edges.

Handled.

That was what they called pain when they were counting on it to make a woman disappear.

Jasper lunged inside me with a rage so violent I had to grip the bars to keep my body still.

He knew. Marcel knew. He just had to be involved. He used what was done to her and built a plan

around it.

“Enough,” I muttered.

The prisoner flinched, eyes widening. “Alpha?”

I realised I’d said it aloud.

I let go of the bars and stepped back, forcing my breathing slower.

No accusations without proof.

No tearing into the first easy target because my wolf wanted blood.

That was exactly how men got turned against the wrong enemies while the real ones smiled.

I looked at the prisoner one last time. “If you remember any name, any call sign, any symbol, any

courier route, you tell me before I ask again.”

He nodded too fast. “I will.”

I turned and signalled the guard. “Keep him alive.”

Donald started shouting from the first cell the moment I moved past. “Alpha! Alpha, I can help! I told

you the truth!”

I didn’t stop walking.

“Not the whole truth,” I said without looking at him.

His protests followed me up the stairwell and died behind steel.

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By the time I reached the upper corridor, my phone was vibrating in my pocket

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Nixon.

I answered immediately. “Report.”

Wind noise and engine hum came through first, then Nixon’s clipped voice. “We’re on the road. Ten

minutes out from Silverfang perimeter.”

Good. Fast.

“Any trouble so far?”

“Nothing yet. Devin’s behind us. Archie’s men in the second vehicle.”

I stepped into the empty side hallway and lowered my voice. “Listen carefully. This just got bigger.”

Silence for a beat. Then, “How big?”

“Multiple packs. Possibly coordinated. Don’t say names on an open line.”

Nixon caught the tone instantly. “Understood.”

“And Nixon, “I paused, forcing the next words out despite how they burned. “If that attack had

succeeded, I’d have come home to nothing. Arya is the reason this pack survived.”

The line stayed quiet a second longer this time.

When Nixon spoke, his voice was lower. “I know.”

It hit harder than if he’d argued.

I swallowed and looked down the corridor, seeing nothing but polished floor and reflected light.

“They timed it because Leah and I were both away,” I said. “This wasn’t chance.”

Nixon exhaled sharply. “Then we’ll move like everyone’s lying.”

“Good.”

I ended the call and stood there a moment with my phone in my hand, the ache still lodged under my ribs, Jasper still pacing in my skull like a caged storm.

Marcel, he said again, relentless now. He pushed the signing. He brought fake urgency. He used her

pain. He counted on her being broken. You know it.

“I know suspicion,” I said under my breath. “I don’t know proof.

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Jasper’s answer came like teeth on bone.

You didn’t need proof to betray her.

I shut my eyes.

The hallway air felt too thin.

He was right. Again. And every step forward only made the shape of my failure clearer.

A guard turned the corner, saw my face, and stopped dead. “Alpha?”

I straightened immediately. “What?”

“Nothing, Alpha. I,”

“Then move.”

He moved.

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I tucked the phone away and headed for my office.

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