My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Aiden. You must be out of your damn mind!” Alpha Alaric barked, his voice laced with defiance. He flung the bullet onto the floor and shoved his unds into his pocket like he could bury the guilt along with them.

“These bullets and that recording mean nothing. Someone mustive planted all of it to frame me. I had nothing to do with any of this,” he said, his tone too quick, too defensive.

Aiden didn’t reply. He just stood there-tall, cold, and eerily cal-his sharp gaze fixed on his father, studying every twitch of his lips, every uneven beat of his heart. His wolf stirred inside him, confirming what his instincts already screamed: He’s lying.

“Seems like you’re forgetting who you’re speaking to,” Aiden said quietly, though the fury beneath his voice vibrated in the air. “I’m the Alpha of this pack. I could order you to be locked up and tortured until the truth bleeds out of you.”

The silence that followed was heavy. Alaric’s jaw clenched. A faint tremor ran down his spine. He knew his son meant every word.

“Or maybe,” Aiden continued, his voice deepening, “I should hand you over to the Blood Watch. I’m sure they’d enjoy tearing the truth out of you.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, pressing a few buttons. Luna Donna, who lay weakly on the bed. began to panic.

“Aiden, please,” she gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to sit up. A sharp pain shot through her chest and she groaned softly, clutching her side. Tears filled her eyes. “You can’t do that to your father.”

Aiden’s jaw tightened. His grip on the phone was so tight his knuckles turned white. “Then tell him to tell me the truth, or I swear to the Moon Goddess, I’ll forget he’s my father.”

Luna Donna turned desperately to Alaric. “Please, just tell him, Alaric,” she pleaded through tears. “Please.”

Alaric let out a rough sigh. “Donna, stop panicking,” he muttered trying to stay composed.

“I can’t,” she cried. “I can’t just sit here and watch the Blood Watch take you away. They’ll kill you!” Her voice cracked, trembling with raw fear.

Alaric’s chest tightened. For a brief moment, guilt flickered across his eyes. Seeing his wife cry-the woman who had stood beside him through wars and blood-was something he could never stomach.

He turned toward Aiden, who now had his phone pressed to his ar

“Can you stop making your mother panic?” Alaric snapped, his voice trembling despite the authority he tried to hold onto.

“You’re the one making her panic,” Aiden shot back, his tone razor-sharp. “It’s simple. Tell me the truth-or-

“Fine!” Alaric shouted, his composure breaking. “Fine, I did it! Look her parents-and the girl, Tracy. She wasn’t supposed to be part of it, but she was there when we came for them!”

Aiden froze. His phone slipped slowly from his hand, his chest ghtening as he stared at the man before him-the man he once respected, the man who raised him. Disbelief burned through him, followed by a fury so hot it nearly blinded him.

“How could you be so heartless?” he asked, his voice breaking with equal parts rage and grief.

Alaric’s jaw tightened. “You don’t understand, Aiden. Beta Greg trayed me. He made me look weak before my own pack. I wanted him to pay”

“I don’t give a damn what he did to you!” Aiden snarled, his voic echoing off the ward’s walls. “You carried a vendetta against a man for something that had happened over fifteen years, and you took it out on his daughter and sick wife? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Aiden’s grip tightened again, drawing blood. “Don’t make me kill you, Father,” he growled. “I swear, I won’t hesitate.”

“You’re already trying to kill me, son,” Alaric rasped, barely able to breathe. “And if you do-” He coughed violently, blood splattering the floor. “If you kill me, you’ll never find them.”

Aiden hesitated, his chest heaving. Then, with a guttural growl, he shoved Alaric away. The older man collapsed onto the ground, clutching his throat, gasping for air.

“Where are they?” Aiden demanded again.

Alaric staggered to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth. “Theyre being guarded by my men right now,” he said coldly “And with one call, they’ll be gone forever.”

Fury exploded through Aiden. His fist shot out, connecting squarely with Alaric’s jaw. The sound of bone meeting flesh echoed through the room. Blood spilled from Alaric’s lip, but he only laughed-a low, deranged laugh that chilled Aiden to his core.

“You think you can threaten me into submission?” Alaric sneered “If you want them alive, you’ll have to give me something in return.”

Aiden’s chest rose and fell rapidly as he stares at his father in diseliet. His voice was a growl. “What do you want?”

Alaric’s smirk widened. “You’ll marry that girl, Rachel,” he said kly. “Or Amelia’s family dies.”

The world seemed to stop.

Aiden’s eyes darkened with disbelief and fury. His wolf snarled side him, ready to tear his father apart.