Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372

“You have no proof of any of that,” Simon interrupted, but there was ar flickering beneath his contempt now.

“I have enough,” I said, leaning down so we were eye-level. “And if you continue to interfere with pack stability, if you continue to spread lies about my mate or my leadership, I will make sure every scrap of that roof becomes public record. Your reputation, your legacy, your family’s standing-all of it will burn. Do we understand each other?”

Simon’s face had gone pale, his hands gripping the arms of his chair hard enough that his knuckles turned white. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” I said softly. “I have a male werewitch mate who I love deeply and openly. I have remade pack law to support equality and inclusion. I have challenged centuries of tradition because it was wrong and harmful. Do you really think I’m not willing to destroy one corrupt elder to protect what I’ve built?”

The silence stretched between us, thick with tension. Finally, Simon lepked away, his jaw tight.

“I know nothing about threats against your Luna,” he said, the words clearly costing him. “If loyalists exist who disagree with your choices, they do not consult me.”

It wasn’t quite an admission, but it was close enough. There were loyalists-probably people Simon had influenced or radicalized over the years-but he’d been smart enough to maintain plausible deniability. He could claim ignorance while still tacitly supporting their actions.

“Then let me be very clear about something,” I said, straightening up. The next time someone tries to hurt Lyn, I’m coming for you. I’m coming for every elder who’s ever spoken against him, every alpha who’s ever questioned his legitimacy, every bigot who thinks their prejudice justifies violence. And I won’t be polite about it. This is your only warning

I turned and headed for the door, Rivers falling into step behind me. As I reached for the handle, Simon’s voice followed us, bitter and mocking.

“Your pack used to be known for killing people like him, you know. In my time, in your grandfather’s time, male werewolves who showed interest in other males were… corrected. Publicly. Your ancestors would be disgusted by what you’ve become.”

I paused, my hand on the door handle, and felt a wild impulse surge through me. Simon wanted to be disgusted? Wanted to clutch his

pearls and pretend moral outrage? Fine. Let me give him something to really be disgusted about.

“You want to

now about

my

relationship with Lyn?” I said, turning back to face the old bigot. “Let me paint you a picture. We’ve done it in every room of the pack house. The alpha’s office-your precious symbol of traditional authority? Fucked him over the desk. The council

chambers where you used to hold your sanctimonious meetings? Bent him over the table. The sacred grove where alphas are supposed to

commune with the moon goddess? Made him scream my name under the stars.”

Simon’s face was turning an alarming shade of purple, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tried to find words.

“The library, the training grounds, my bedroom, his workshop, the garage, the fucking kitchen at three in the morning,” I continued, warming to the theme despite-or maybe because of-how inappropriate this was. “Every single place your traditional ass considers sacred or important? We’ve desecrated it with our ‘perversion.’ And you know what? It was fucking amazing. Best sex of my life. So thank you, Simon, for helping me realize that tradition is just another word for stagnation, and that real strength comes from loving who you love without shame.”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond, just turned and walked out, Rivers following behind me with what sounded suspiciously like suppressed laughter. The door closed on Simon’s spluttering outrage, and felt a savage satisfaction that probably wasn’t very alpha-like but

felt absolutely necessary.

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“Did you really just- Rivers started.

“Yep, I confirmed.