Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157 Moonmilk

Chapter 157 Moonmilk

Natalie’s POV

I looked down at the screen, and for a moment, I almost laughed.

“Who are you? You are not Natalie!…”

The irony was a bitter pill.

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He claimed to know me, yet he was the one who had stood by while Sharon carved her hatred into my back.

My fingers moved across the glass with a steady rhythm.

“Alpha Jensen truly has a short memory,” I typed, each word a deliberate strike against his pride.

“Coincidentally, several of my works have been released by your pack over the last few months without my consent, even my gems and stones. You have profited off a woman you claimed was dead, while I, the creator, have had no say in the distribution of my own legacy. Don’t you think it’s time we had a conversation about debt? Why don’t we meet up at the place we agreed on earlier, and we’ll talk in person?”

The response was almost instantaneous.

I could practically smell the desperation radiating through the digital connection.

He thought he was winning.

He thought he was finally luring me into a trap.

“Fine,” his message flashed. “You set the time and place.”

“You decided earlier, didn’t you, Alpha Jensen,” I replied.

“Two o’clock this afternoon, Moonmilk.”

“Good.”

I logged off immediately.

I wasn’t just going to meet an ex–lover. I was going to face the man who had let me burn.

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Chapter 157 Moonmilk

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If I was going to execute my revenge, I had to look into the eyes of the monster and show him that I had become something far more dangerous.

But Jensen wasn’t the only one who needed to feel the heat.

I took a slow, deliberate screenshot of the exchange- the time, the location, and the intimate demand to see me.

I felt a dark, cold satisfaction as I opened a different chat thread.

One I hadn’t used in a long time.

I sent the image straight to Sharon Summers.

I wanted her to see it.

I wanted her to know that while she was rotting in a hospital bed, playing the victim, the man she had sacrificed everything for was racing toward the woman she hated most.

I set the phone down on the marble table.

I was pulling the strings now, and I was going to enjoy watching them dance.

Sharon’s POV

My eyes were boring holes into my phone screen, my thumb scrolling through the Wolvesbond feeds.

The internet was a bloodbath.

Every post, every comment, was a fresh lash.

Natalie was truly alive.

She was alive enough to fight back, alive enough to humiliate Jensen in front of the entire werewolf world.

“Those useless fools!” I snarled, my voice a ragged rasp.

I was thinking of the assassins I had paid a fortune to intercept her at the airport.

They had vanished.

No reports, no bodies, just a terrifying, empty silence from the black market.

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Chapter 157 Moonmilk

My grip on the phone tightened, the plastic casing groaning under the force.

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If only I had my wolf, I would have tracked her down and taken care of the entire situation.

I would have loved killing her for the second time.

Then, the screen flickered.

A direct message.

From an unknown source.

I opened it, and the image hit me like a physical slap across the face.

It was a screenshot.

A private conversation between Jensen and the Keeper.

“Two o’clock this afternoon, Moonmilk.”

My breath hitched, a choking sound escaping my throat.

My Jensen.

The man I had lied, killed, and burned for.

He was going to meet her.

He was racing to her as if I didn’t even exist.

“What a bastard!” I screamed, the sound echoing off the bare, clinical walls.

If they meet, he’ll see her.

All my careful manipulations will crumble.

He’ll know.

He’ll finally know the truth about the fire, about her death, about me.

No.

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