Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 My Stomach Hurts, Jensen

Chapter 210 My Stomach Hurts, Jensen

Jensen’s POV

The stinging burn on my cheek shot straight to my nerves, igniting a feral heat in my chest.

For the second time in twenty–four hours, I had been struck.

But while Natalie’s slap had felt like a righteous awakening, this blow from Sharon felt like a violation.

The more I looked at her, the more I realized what a fool! had been.

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The High Accord was currently tearing my legacy to pieces on the screens behind me, and I was standing here in the wreckage of my office, tethered to a lie.

If not for that old debt she held over me, how could I have ever betrayed Natalie?.

Sharon had actually dared to hit me? My wolf roared for dominance.

Without thinking, my hand moved in a blurred arc of reflexive fury.

I struck her back.

“Ah!”

The sound of the impact was sickeningly sharp.

Caught off guard by the sheer strength of an Alpha’s reflex, Sharon was sent reeling.

She crashed against the jagged corner of the mahogany desk, the heavy wood groaning under the force of her impact.

“Jensen… you actually hit me?”

She slumped against the desk, clutching her hip, her mind clearly reeling.

She stared at me in absolute disbelief, her eyes wide and glassy. I could see the reflection of my own monstrousness in her pupils.

I felt a flicker of regret but when I looked at her and saw that familiar, calculating glint buried beneath the shock, and when I heard her shrill, piercing accusation, that regret was smothered in an instant.

“Just behave yourself as Luna and stay out of my business,” I snarled.

I stepped over the debris of my shattered decanter, looming over her. “I’ve given you the title. I’ll make sure you live comfortably in whatever corner of the world I hide you in. But if you insist on stirring up trouble, if you dare to step foot in this office again to lecture me, I won’t hesitate to drag this out with you to the bitter end. My reputation’s already been shredded thanks to you. After all, Alpha Jensen is now famous for one thing: in this entire circle, you’re the only Alpha’s mate who’s ever slept with a beggar!”

That broke Sharon completely.

“Why did I end up with a beggar?” she screamed, her voice cracking into a panicked shriek. “Because of Natalie’s scheming! Because she’s a monster who wants to destroy me! If you were really an Alpha… you’d stand up to Natalie for me! I was the victim!! was drugged and shamed, yet you stand here blaming me?”

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Chapter 210 My Stomach Hits, Jensen

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f you hadn’t tried to set me and Natalie op, would you have brought this on yourself?” I roared back, my shadow engulfing her. “Sharon, I’m not stupid! I’ve had Hansel digging The barista at the Moonmilk Café was your doctor Johnson’s lover. Every move, every ‘coincidence‘ that led to that day was orchestrated by your hand. You tried to kap me, and you tried to break her, but the trap snapped on your own neck!”

I couldn’t breathe in the same room as her.

I didn’t want to spend another second looking at the woman who had turned ray life into a farce.

Seeing me about to go, Sharon’s desperation reached a fever pitch.

She rushed forward, her movements frantic, and clung to me from behind.

Her arms wrapped around my waist, her head pressed against my back,

“Jensen, don’t go! Please! I only did all of that because I love you so much! I couldn’t lose you to her–Jensen, listen to me!”

“Let go!”

The touch of her hands felt like insects crawling on my skin.

I shoved her off violently, my muscles locking with the need to be free of her.

Stumbling back, Sharon couldn’t catch her balance.

Her lower back slammed into the sharp edge of the desk before she hit the floor, the sound dull but wrong.

But she didn’t get back up, she suddenly let out a cry of genuine, guttural agony.

“My stomach! Jensen… my stomach hurts so much!”

I didn’t even turn around.

I had no patience for another one of her “episodes.” I assumed it was another performance to draw me back.

“Get up, Sharon,” I said coldly, walking toward the door. “The ‘dying‘ act doesn’t work on me anymore.”

But Hansel, who had been standing by the door in stunned silence, suddenly lunged forward.

He grabbed my arm, his grip tighter than it had ever been in five years of service.

“Alpha… look! She’s bleeding!”

That froze me in my tracks.

The metallic scent hit me a second later.

“What?”

I turned slowly.

My heart stopped.

Sharon was curled in a fetal position on the floor, her face turning a terrifying shade of translucent white.

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