Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371

ZADE

lance at Luna’s Heart

“Then we need to pay him a visit,” I said, standing and grabbing my jaket from the back of my chair. “Find out what he knows, what he’s planning, and make it very clear that threatening my mate is a line he doesn’t want to cross.”

Rivers stood as well, falling into step beside me as we left my office and headed toward the secure wing where the most problematic elders were housed. It wasn’t quite prison-we couldn’t legally detain council members without formal charges-but it was close. Comfortable rooms with restricted movement and constant supervision, ostensibly for their “potection” after the Amaya scandal had revealed how deep corruption in the elder system ran.

The guard at the entrance nodded respectfully as we approached, stepping aside to let us through. The hallway beyond was well-lit and clean, more like a hospital ward than a detention center, but the locks on the doors and the security cameras told the real story.

Simon’s room was at the end of the hall. I knocked once-more for form than actual courtesy-and pushed the door open without waiting for a response.

The old werewolf was sitting in an armchair by the window, reading what looked like a history text. He glanced up as we entered, and his expression immediately soured into something between disgust and contempt.

“Alpha,” he said, making my title sound like an insult. “To what do I owe the displeasure?”

“Information,” I said bluntly, closing the door behind Rivers and leaning against it. “About who might be spreading rumors that undermine

my leadership and threatening my mate.”

Simon’s lips twisted into something that might have been a smile if it hadn’t been so ugly. “Ah yes, your ‘mate. The male werewitch you’ve

decided to elevate to Luna status despite centuries of tradition dictating otherwise. Tell me, Alpha, does he at least make a convincing woman?

Or is the whole pack expected to pretend your perversion is normal?”

I felt Rivers tense beside me, ready to respond to the blatant disrespect, but I held up a hand to stop him. I’d dealt with bigots like Simon before-getting angry just gave them satisfaction. Better to stay calm and methodical.

“Lyn is Luna because he’s my mate and he’s earned the position through his actions and abilities,” I said evenly. “The pack recognizes this. The law recognizes this. Your personal opinions on the matter are irrelevant.”

“The law,” Simon sneered. “You mean the laws you rewrote to accommodate your deviance? The same laws that now allow werewitches and other supernatural aberrations to hold positions of power? The same laws hat are eroding everything this pack stood for?”

“The laws that ended discrimination and modernized our governance structure,” I corrected. “The laws that make us stronger by including talent regardless of origin. The laws that most of the pack supports.”

“Most of the sheep who are too afraid to challenge you,” Simon spat. But there are those of us who remember what true strength looks like. What real pack hierarchy means. Your father would be ashamed if he could see what you’ve become.”

That one landed harder than I wanted to admit. My father had been a traditional alpha-strong, conservative, respected. He’d died before I could disappoint him with my progressive policies and my male werewitch mate. Sometimes I wondered if that was a blessing or a tragedy.

“My father’s time is over,” I said, keeping my voice level. “This is mine. And I’m asking you one more time-nicely-what you know about the threats against Lyn and the rumors being spread about our pack’s stability.”

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“I know nothing, Simon said, his smile widening into something crue “But I can’t say I’m surprised someone is finally taking action. Weak leadership invites challenges. Perverse choices invite correction. You’ve made yourself a target by choosing to bed down with a male witch instead of taking a proper mate. Perhaps the universe is simply restoringtural order.”

I felt something snap inside me–not into rage, but into cold, calculated fury. Simon wanted to play games? Wanted to use slurs and

implications and veiled threats? Fine. Two could play that game.

“Natural order,” I repeated, pushing off the door and moving closer to where Simon sat. “Interesting phrase. Tell me, Simon, what’s natural about spending decades hiding your own nephew’s abilities? What’s nature about embezzling pack funds to pay for your gambling debts?

What’s natural about-”