Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Jensen Is Losing His Mind

Natalie’s POV

I stretched, my body finally beginning to recover from the relentless intensity of the last few days.

Just the thought of those nights caused a pool of wetness between my legs.

Every muscle in my body ached in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

It was the kind of ache that reminded me I was alive… claimed… changed.

My fingers brushed lightly against my neck, over the mark.

A shiver ran through me instantly.

The bond pulsed in response, warm and steady… like something breathing beneath my skin.

I exhaled slowly, pressing my palm flat against my chest as if I could steady the rhythm inside me.

When did my life become this?

A mate.

A family.

A name powerful enough to shake entire packs.

And now…

I need to check up on my new job.

I unlocked my phone and found a message from Renee.

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Baron’s private guards had worked through the night. The first copy of my transcribed work had been published and delivered to the studio.

I sucked in a breath.

Seeing the final piece, more stunning than the draft itself, I felt a surge of joy I couldn’t put into words.

A book from one of the direct descendants of the moon goddess that I had transcribed has finally been published.

A wave of pride passed through me, other scribes had tried but failed… but I did it.

Through the bond, I could feel a strange, cold humming in my soul… a presence – Nyx.

“We did it… Finally.’ She whispered, pride evident in her tone.

I had questions but that would have to be discussed later… she seemed more free with me now.

“Renee, release the memo about the transcribed book,” I typed, my fingers steady. “And add a formal announcement: The Keeper

is officially returning. We are now fully open for transcription services for all packs – not just the Nightfang.”

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I could see the ‘typing bubbles appear and disappear for a long time on the chat.

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“Natalie, are you sure?” her message finally flashed. “Announcing you’re open to other packs is a direct declaration of independence. It’s basically a middle finger to Jensen’s monopoly on your talent… You’re inviting a territorial war.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I should’ve faced him a long time ago… he doesn’t own the Keeper’s ink, and he never owned me. Do as I said.”

With my firm answer, Renee got to work immediately.

I also posted the official memo on my own Wolvesbond account. In an instant, the entire industry exploded.

“The Keeper has returned? And she’s taking commissions from other packs?”

“Did the Nightfang Pack lose their exclusive rights?”

*If she’s opening her books to rivals, the power balance of the territories is about to shift!”

I watched the buzz with a cold, mocking smile.

Notifications flooded in faster than I could read them.

Direct messages.

Private offers.

Encrypted bids.

Some polite.

Some desperate.

Some… outright threatening.

“Name your price.”

“Exclusive contract… triple what Nightfang paid.”

“We can offer protection.”

Protection.

1 almost laughed.

For years, I had been the one protecting them.

And now they were scrambling.

Let them come.

Let them fight for it.

For me.

Jensen had kept me hidden to ensure only the Nightfang flourished. Now, I was going to ensure everyone knew the Keeper was

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hire to the highest bidder.

Jensen’s POV

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“Jensen, didn’t you say the Keeper was deeply connected to you? That she’d only ever partner with us?”

“The Shadow Pack and the Blood Moon Pack are already calling to ask about her new rates! The board is losing confidence, Jensen! What is going on?”

I didn’t hear them.

My eyes were locked on the Wolvesbond post.

My hands trembled faintly as I watched the video of the new transcription… the way the runes glowed in a way I had never seen when she worked for me.

The craftsmanship was sharper, more lethal.

“Hansel! Have you traced the IP?” I barked, ignoring the pack elders.

Only one thought consumed me.

Natalie was alive.

She was still alive!

Nothing in the world thrilled me more, even as the sting of her open for all packs announcement felt like a physical slap to my Alpha pride.

My wolf was howling, a chaotic mix of relief and happiness.

‘I told you she was alive… we don’t deserve her… Cairn rambled on and on.

Hansel was sweating, his fingers flying across his tablet. “Alpha, her IP is protected; we can’t find her. But she said it herself… the launch is in the pack. She’s coming back.”

I shot to my feet and began pacing the pack office, ignoring the shouting elders.

“Yes, yes, she’s coming back. Have people clean up the villa. She loves lilies… fill the whole place with lilies. I want her to see that I’ve kept everything waiting for her. I’ll explain about Sharon. I’ll make her understand.”

“No–wait,” I snapped suddenly.

“Not just clean it.”

I turned, my mind racing too fast to keep up with itself.

“Replace everything that was damaged. Every curtain, every piece of furniture… exactly how she liked it.”

My voice dropped.

“She hates harsh lighting. Change it. Softer tones.”

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