Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 257

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Chapter 257 The Phantom i ties

Chapter 257 The Phantom Cries

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Jensen’s POV

Sharon suddenly doubled over in pain, her features contorting into a mask of agony as she clutched her stomach.

The chemical compound was already doing its work, systematically dismantling the only bargaining chip she had left to force her way into the Nightfang lineage.

“Jensen, it hurts… please, take me to a hospital!”

She screamed, her voice cracking into a rasp that echoed off the ceiling.

She dragged her weak, human frame across the duvet, her good hand reaching opt like a claw to clamp onto the fabric of my sleeve

“The baby… Jensen, the baby is dying! Call the pack hospital! Call someone!”

But I didn’t flinch.

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I reached down and shook her hand off my arm with a single flick of my wrist, treating her touch like a physical contamination.

“You’ll be taken to the private villa in the outer territory to recover,” I said, my voice dropping into a low register.

“Doctors and a full medical team will look after your physical vitals… You won’t die, Sharon. I will ensure your heart keeps beating to fulfill the literal text of the blood–debt for your missing rib but your time under this roof is over. In exactly one month, once the pack registry clears the fraud filings, we’ll finalize the mate dissolving certificate.”

At my silent signal, four of our house guards stepped through the shattered doorway, carrying a heavy canvas stretcher.

They gripped her flailing limbs, pinning her wrists, and lifted her onto the canvas frame.

She cried out, her fingers reaching desperately toward the empty hallway.

“Mom! Loretta! Help me! He’s killing your grandson! Don’t let him do this!“\

She was looking for a shield.

She was reaching desperately for someone, hoping my mother’s obsession with an heir would be enough to trigger a pack intervention.

But the house was silent.

Loretta’s wing remained dark, the old woman having already retreated into the shadows of her own room, broken by the corporate numbers and the shame of the online exposure.

Even she had given up on her.

Sharon’s head fell back against the stretcher as the guards began to march her down the stairs, her pale face slick with sweat and

tears.

Her heavy, gasping sobs went entirely unanswered as the heavy double doors of the pack house slammed shut behind her.

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The heavy silence was broken by the persistent ringing of my personal phone.

I pulled it from my pocket, looking down at the secure digital frequency displayed on the screen.

It was the metropolitan pack police division.

The evidence Natalie had dropped onto the public networks was too blatant, too viscerally criminal to ignore.

The high elders of the Southern Council were already demanding an official registry investigation into the attempted murder of high–level Scribe.

I swiped the screen, holding the phone to my ear as I turned my cold glance toward Hansel, who was standing by the mahogany side table with the final security manifests.

“Speak,” I commanded the line.

“Jensen,” the Chief Enforcer’s voice came through.

“We have received the verified surveillance packets regarding the Summers–Johnson conspiracy and the arson at the southern docks five years ago. Given the status of the victim as a biological Stone lineage holder, we are required to issue an immediate warrant for Sharon Summers. Do you intend to contest the arrest within your territory borders?”

“The Nightfang pack does not obstruct the martial code,” I said flatly, my eyes locking onto Hansel’s steady gaze. “However, the suspect is currently suffering from a severe, acute medical crisis following a threatened miscarriage. She has been transferred to our high–security medical villa in the outer territory for stabilization. will provide your team with full digital access to her coordinates.”

“Understood, Alpha. We will dispatch a guard detail to secure the perimeter of the villa until she is stable enough to face the High Council’s tribunal.”

I ended the call, dropping the phone onto the table with a sharp click.

I looked at Hansel, my voice dropping into a dark register.

“Everything ready?”

“All ready, Alpha Jensen,” Hansel replied, his tone cautious as he slipped a set of signed medical documents onto the table before

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“The official diagnosis of profound mental instability has already been secured through our pack physicians. We’ve logged the trauma of her missing wolf and the sudden loss of the pregnancy as a psychotic break. With this documentation filed in the pack registry, she legally qualifies for medical parole. The police enforcers will not drag her to a common cell; she will remain confined to the outer villa under our medical custody.”

The mercy I was showing her wasn’t born of lingering affection; it was a calculations of the prolonged torment I’ve planned for her.

I would not let the South enforcers take her, because a quick trial and a clean execution by the council was a mercy she didn’t

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