Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 246

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Chapter 246 Natalie Deserves Better

Chapter 246 Natalie Deserves Better

Jensen’s POV

I tore through the streets of the pack, the tices of my car screaming as I took corners.

I didn’t care.

Hansel’s voice was still echoing in my ears.

The Stone residence.

The hillside villas.

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To the normal pack members, they were just luxury properties overlooking the borders, but to those who understood the true hierarchy of the South, that hill was a fortress.

Every plot of land, every paved road, and every gated entrance there belonged to the Stone family.

At present, that entire villa district was private territory… No one, even the Alpha’s have no right to the villa.

Without Natalie’s explicit permission, I couldn’t even get past the high-security gates at the base of the hill.

I was the Alpha of the South and yet, I was a common trespasser at the foot of her mountain.

Still, I drove straight there.

I couldn’t stop myself.

I was desperate to find the woman I had so casually discarded.

As expected, I was stopped at the entrance.

The security guard, a man with an unimpressed gaze stepped out from the booth.

He didn’t even have to speak; the reinforced steel gates stayed firmly shut.

The villas stood so close before me, their lights twinkling like stars through the trees, yet I couldn’t reach her.

She was right there, perhaps sitting on a balcony or sketching at a desk, only a few hundred yards away, yet she was impossibly far.

I pulled my car to the side of the road, the engine ticking as it cooled.

My hands were trembling on the steering wheel.

I reached into the glove compartment and pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes I’d kept there over the years.

Flit one, the flame flickering in the dark interior of the car.

I dragged in a deep inhale, desperate for anything to dull the sharpness of my thoughts.

The smoke burned my throat instantly causing a violent fit of coughing.

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Chapter 246 Natalie Deserves Better

It had been years since I’d smoked

I had first picked up the habit with Sharon before the accident.

Back then, I thought it was cool and Sharon liked it.

After my accident, when the doctors and the pack elders forbade it to protect my healing ribs, I had quit.

Natalie had been so happy when I stopped.

She had spent weeks airing out my clothes, replacing the scent of ash with the smell of fresh lavender and home.

Over time, I had nearly forgotten the feeling.

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But now, as the smoke clawed at my lungs and made my eyes water, the physical pain made even my chest ache in a way that was almost welcome.

“Natalie…” I whispered her name into the smoke.

My eyes burned red with the sting of tears I refused to shed.

I stared at the villas ahead.

How could I have been so blind?

How could I have been so stupid, throwing away a woman who loved me wholeheartedly all for trash like Sharon?

My phone, lying on the passenger seat, vibrated.

It was another notification from Hansel.

A WhatsApp ping:

“Alpha Jensen, I found this in Sharon and Johnson’s encrypted chat logs. I managed to bypass the final password. Take a look.”

I had no desire to read another word about Sharon and Johnson.

I felt sick to my stomach just seeing their names linked.

Yet, when I heard the urgency in Hansel’s follow-up voice note, I couldn’t help but open my phone.

“Let’s see what else she can do to disgust me,” Lnuttered.

Hansel had circled the key parts of the conversation in red, highlighting the timestamps and the specific phrasing

My eyes darkened as I began to read, the smoke from the cigarette curling around my head like a shroud.

Sharon had written, dated three months ago: “Johnson, make this case look real. We need the paperwork to be airtight Best if you tell Jensen my moon-sickness cells have spread to the bone and I need family around me more often. He needs to feel the pressure. of the clock.”

My heart stopped. Moon-sickness?

Johnson’s reply was blunt, professional in its coldness: “Sharon, you’re asking for a miracle of forgery. To take metastasis in the

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