Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254 The Fall of Sharyn

Chapter 254 The Fall Of Sharon

Jensen’s POV

With a tight movement of my jaw, I pushed the heavy oak door open.

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I entered Sharon’s room with Hansel on my left and the senior pack lawyer trailing at his side, his leather case held before him like

a shield.

Sharon was reclining against a mountain of silk pillows, her breathing still shallow from her earlier hysterics.

Panic flashed across her pale face, her skin turning an ashen white that made her look like the corpse she had spent months. preter ding to be.

“Jensen, what… what are you doing?”

Her voice was a thin screech.

Her hands flew instinctively to her stomach, her fingers curling over the fabric of her gown as if she could hide the unborn pup from the cold light of the room.

The sight of her made me feel physically sick.

A sudden, violent wave of nausea rolled through my stomach, so intense it left a sour taste on my tongue.

I looked at the slight curve of her abdomen, then at the desperate, sweating skin of her face, and a crushing sense of revulsion washed over me.

Not only had I married such a repulsive, venomous… I had slept with her.

The thought alone made my skin crawl.

The chat logs with Dr. Johnson… the explicit descriptions of her encounters in the high-end hotels of the city… she hadn’t just beep unfaithful; she had been reckless.

She had rolled in the mud with a rogue physician while carrying the title of my Luna.

No.

I would have to see a specialist immediately.

I would have to go to the high-tier pack clinic and get myself tested for every strain of blood-borne rot and viral toxin a human could carry.

The thought that she might have infected my bloodline with her filth made me rage.

She began to slide backward against the headboard, her feet kicking frantically beneath the heavy duvet

“Jensen, please… I’ll be good,” she whimpered, her theatrical tears finally spilling over her lashes in a desperate, frantic rush

“I’ll rest… The doctor said I need absolute quiet. I won’t go anywhere, I won’t speak to the press. I won’t even look at Natale studio! I’ll stay in this room until the winter moon. I’ll give you a healthy, chubby son, Jensen. A strong Alpha her to secure the pack’s title. Just… don’t look at me like that.”

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don’t need a son from a woman like you.”

With a sharp wave of my hand, signaled toward the doorway.

The family physician, whom Hansel had kept waiting in the hall, entered the room.

His hands encased in sterile latex gloves as he carried a silver tray.

Resting on the polished metal was a small, amber glass vial and a pre-loaded syringe, the liquid inside a thick, clear fluid that carried the faint, chemical scent of a uterine contracts-inducer.

Sharon’s eyes widened until the whites showed completely, the pupils shrinking into tiny black pinpricks as she saw the silver tray. “Jensen, what are you doing? No! Your mother said we had to keep this baby! She told the guards to protect the heir!” She began to thrash, her good hand clawing at the silk sheets as she tried to scramble toward the opposite side of the mattress.

“No! You can’t take my child away! You can’t do this to me! The pack council will strip you of your title if you terminate a pregnancy! It’s against the martial code!”

“Sharon, let’s be entirely honest with each other for once in our lives,” I said, my voice dropping into a dark register that anchored

the room.

I stepped closer to the bedside.

“This child can’t stay… A pup born from a mother who plotted to burn a Stone Scribe alive is a pup the Nightfang can never acknowledge. The market would devour us before the cord was even cut.”

I leaned down, my eyes boring into hers until her screaming caught in her throat.

“After the miscarriage is completed under medical supervision, y’ll have Hansel send you to a private villa in the outer territory to recover. I’ll cover all your medical expenses, your food, and your attendants until your health is fully restored, I will honor the blood-debt of your missing rib but your time as a Luna ends tonight. We’ll sign the divorce agreement right now… One month later, once your physical health is stable enough to clear the pack registry, we will finalize the dissolution of our union.”

My words struck her, shattering the last remaining fragments of her arrogant delusions.

She stared at me, her mouth opening and closing like a fish landed on the stones.

“What… what did you say?” she gasped, her voice cracking into a high, pathetic rasp.

“You want to reject me? Jensen, I won’t sign! I’ll go to the elders! I’ll tell them you forced me! I am the legal Luna of this house, and won’t let you throw me out for that tramp!”

“You don’t have a choice, Sharon.”

I didn’t waste my breath explaining the high-level legal maneuvers our pack lawyer had already prepared

Instead, I reached into my coat pocket, pulled out my personal phone, and tossed it onto the middle of the duvet.

The screen was unlocked, the interface displaying the main feed of the global pack network.

Sharon, bewildered and shaking, reached out with her trembling hand to grab the device.

The moment her fingers brushed the glass, she was greeted with an absolute avalanche of scandals and medical data about her,

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flooding the internet in a relentless, digital tidal wave.

The notifications were popping up faster than the screen could refresh

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The videos Natalie had sent me – the hidden hospital surveillance of her flirting with Dr. Johnson, the raw footage of her ordering the assault on Natalie’s soul, and the final, damning audio clip of her planning the warehouse execution had been pinned to every major news board from the pack to the Northern borders.

The comment sections were thousands of lines deep, filled with the fury of alpha lineages demanding her arrest or her banishment.

Her entire body began to tremble with a suffocating fear.

The phone nearly slipped from her weak grip as the audio from the clinic began to loop aloud in the quiet bedroom, her own voice bragging about making Natalie “die piece by piece” filling the space between us.

“Jensen… Jensen, this isn’t true!” she shrieked, her face twisting into a mask of denial as she looked up at me, her chest heaving as she fought for air.

“Someone set me up! This is a deepfake! Natalie… it was Natalie! Her father’s pack has the technology to forge these feeds! It wasn’t me, Jensen! You have to believe me! I love you! I did everything for you, for the pack!”

I stood at the foot of the bed, my arms crossed over my chest, looking down at her frantic, weeping form with a detachment that felt entirely alien to the man I had been five years ago.

“You can treat me like a fool all you want, Sharon,” I said, my laugh dripping with a cold, merciless mockery that echoed off the high ceiling like a sentence. “You can pretend that the past five years were nothing but a misunderstanding. But look at the numbers on that screen. Look at the public response. Do you truly think the entire world is made up of fools too?”

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