Luna Forsaken (Arya and James) novel Chapter 131

131 Alpha Boris, Union Blood.

Arya’s POV

By morning, Maxwell received the summons.

= Monu

It came while we were breaking fast, a message delivered through a guard’s phone first, then confirmed through the official Union channel before Maxwell even finished reading the first line. I knew something was wrong the moment his expression changed.

Not fear.

Not surprise.

That hard, controlled stillness powerful men wore when politics came dressed like urgency.

He read it once. Then again. Then he set the phone down beside his plate and looked at me.

“There’s an impromptu Union meeting,” he said. “Mandatory.”

I already hated the sound of that.

“Where?”

He held my gaze for one second too long.

“Silverfang.”

The word landed in me like a lit match dropped into oil.

For a heartbeat, the room narrowed.

Silverfang.

Marcel’s territory.

Leah’s home.

The place where lies were dressed like law and cruelty was always explained as order.

I put my cup down carefully because my fingers had tightened too fast around it. “What’s the topic?”

“High rogue activity around several borders,” Maxwell said. His tone made it clear he believed the topic and distrusted the timing. “They’re calling every recognised Alpha they can compel.”

I laughed once, low and sharp.

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Rogues.

Of course.

Rogues were always useful when Union men needed a smoke screen.

Maxwell watched me, assessing the storm crossing my face. “You don’t have to go.”

I looked at him.

For a second, I nearly said yes.

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Nearly told him to go alone. Nearly chose the safety of these walls, the quiet of Dragonclaw’s inner

yard, the predictable ache of memory over the fresh poison of seeing Marcel’s face.

Then another image rose in me.

Marcel standing in my home like he owned the floorboards under his boots.

Marcel speaking about my life as if I were a stain to be managed.

Marcel using Leah, using James, using Union titles and fake process and pressure and fear until

everything we built began to crack from the inside.

My jaw tightened.

“No,” I said. “I’m going.”

Maxwell’s brows lifted slightly.

“You’re sure?”

I held his gaze. “I want to look him in the face.”

A pause.

Then, something like approval moved through his expression. Not pride exactly. Something steadier.

“Good,” he said. “Then we go prepared.”

I geared up like I was going to war, even though it was a meeting.

That was the thing with Union gatherings. The danger was rarely in claws first. It came in smiles, seating arrangements, witnesses, timing, wording. It came in who was “accidentally” excluded and who was publicly embarrassed. It came in stories told before you opened your mouth.

So I dressed for both outcomes.

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Black trousers fitted for movement. A dark long-sleeved top that didn’t snag when I turned fast. A coat

that hid the line of my body without making me look like I was shrinking. Boots I could run in. A knife

strapped where I could reach it quickly. Hair tied back, Face bare.

No softness.

No decoration.

No invitation.

Just armour in modern form.

When I stepped out, Maxwell was already in the courtyard with two of his men and the SUV ready. He

looked me over once, from boots to shoulders, and gave a small nod.

“Good,” he said again.

No comments about looking brave.

No “be careful” spoken like a plea.

He treated me like someone entering a difficult room with him, not like someone he needed to hide

behind him.

That was one of the reasons I trusted him.

The drive to Silverfang was long enough for silence to settle and stretch.

Pines blurred past the windows in dark green lines. Villages thinned into rough roads and open land. The sky hung pale and cold overhead, the kind of morning that looked harmless while your blood stayed restless.

I

sat in the back seat behind Maxwell, staring out the window while my mind refused to stay in one

place.

Part of me was in the present, counting turns, watching the terrain, noting distances.

Part of me had already gone ahead and was standing in Silverfang’s hall, face-to-face with Marcel.

And another part, traitorous, inconvenient, impossible, kept flashing to Lev.

His hand at my collar.

His mouth near my cancelled mark.

That infuriating calm in his eyes when he looked at me like he could see exactly where my anger

ended and my hunger began.

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I shut my eyes once and leaned my head back against the seat.

Not now.

Get 28

Manu

This was not the day for that kind of distraction.

But memory didn’t care.

I could still hear him: Breathe. Again.

The way he said it like a command and steadiness at once.

My fingers curled against my thigh.

Maxwell’s voice broke through my thoughts without him turning around. “When we get there, let me

speak first.”

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