Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 A Door Closed

Chapter 271 A Door Closed

Quincy’s POV

I stood in the loose gravel of the rural clearing, my knees trembling so violently that my joints throbbed with a dull ache.

Just a few yards away, standing on the elevated wooden porch of the lodge, was Natalie

She looked magnificent – clothed in elegant attire, her posture straight and unbroken, backert by the immense shadow of the King of the North himself.

But it was her voice that made my old chest tighten until I could barely draw a breath.

It was calm.

It was almost entirely indifferent, lacking even a fraction of the raw fury that usually followed a betrayal between a parent and a pup.

That absolute coolness hurt worse than any physical strike from an Alpha could have.

A jagged, ragged sob tore from throat.

my

“Natalie, we were wrong,” I wept, the tears spilling over my lashes in a hot way that blurred her image into a smear of white and silver.

I took a half-step forward, my hands reaching out into the empty air, begging for a connection that my own pride had severed years ago.

“Please… please, forgive us. I never thought Sharon could be so vicious… Before the ancestors, I swear I never imagined it! I thought she was only jealous because you had lived in her rightful place inside the den for eighteen years. I never imagined… I never imagined she would become a monster who would try to kill her own pack, to kill her own mother!”

My regret poured out like a breaking dam, my voice echoing off the cabin.

“We were blind, Natalie! We were so blind not to see how good, how pure, and how dutiful you were all along!”

But even as the words left my lips, the tang of my own shame fouled the air.

Jordan stood beside me, his head bowed, the vintage bottle of soda resting uselessly against his

coat.

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We hadn’t come to this neutral countryside axis purely out of a sudden awakening of love.

The truth was far darker, far more transactional, and my wolf writhed in absolute humiliation within my flesh because of it.

For weeks, the Summers Pack had been sliding into a terrifying structural ruin

Ever since Sharon had integrated into the main den, our pack dynamics had turned into a living hell of malice, manipulation, and volatile outbursts that threatened to alienate our oldest allies.

In our desperation, Jordan and I had traveled down to these rural borders chasing the final scraps of a medical clue.

We were hunting for the human handlers who had managed the hospital ward twenty-five

years ago.

We were praying to find even the slightest shard of forensic proof that Sharon wasn’t actually our biological seed, that some secondary switch had occurred.

If we could find a single genetic mismatch, we would cut her off from the lineage in a heartbeat, stripping her of the Summers name to save our pack name.

But the old couple we sought had vanished, their den burned to the ground before our trackers could establish a scent trail.

And at the regional pack hospital where Sharon had been delivered, every historical test, every cellular marker, and every ancient blood-log confirmed the worst: she was, indeed, our biological child.

Still, despite the cold weight of the medical facts, Jordan and I simply couldn’t accept it.

We couldn’t look at that venomous female and see the future of our house.

And then, the border registries had flashed a high-priority alert: Natalie had just been verified as the true, biological daughter of the legendary nomadic Stone Pack.

Hearing she was here, in this very sector, we had driven through the night anyway.

Compared to the sadism of Sharon, Natalie had been kind and fiercely protective of our comfort for eighteen years.

Now that her identity had shifted to the absolute peak of the shifter hierarchy, we had come here hoping that we might still cling to the title of her foster parents, that we might use her new glory to shield the Summers Pack from the wolves circling our borders.

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But as I looked into Natalie’s cle eves, the absolute absence of warmt everything

She saw right through the performance.

Seeing the total clarity in her face, my throat went dry.

stare told nie

“The past is over,” Natalie said, her voice dropping into that flat register. “Why are you here

now?”

I faltered, my lips parting but no sound emerging.

The clever excuses I had rehearsed during the drive down from our pack died in my throat under the weight of her detachment.

I looked at the insulated bag of food rotting in the gravel at my feet and found absolutely nothing to say.

Jordan let out a long, ragged sigh.

He lowered the bottle of soda, his shoulders slumping completely as he looked up at the porch.

“Nothing, Natalie. We… we only wanted to see you. To see if you were whole.”

“I don’t need parents anymore,” Natalie said.

“I already have a real family now, go back to your pack, Jordan. Quincy. I’ll accept your gesture for what it is but that is all.”

When Natalie finished speaking, she didn’t offer us a single additional second to plead our

case.

She turned her back to the porch, her dark hair catching the light as she looked toward the inner lodge.

ith a brief tilt of her chin, she signaled the vanguard enforcers.

Remove them,” she commanded quietly.

The Stone Pack trackers moved instantly, their silver-tipped spears dropping into a defensive block forcing us back toward the idling sedan.

“No! Natalie, wait!” I shrieked, trying to claw my way past the leather-armored shoulder of the lead guard, my fingers desperate to touch the wooden steps of her porch.

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“Just five minutes! Let me explain the pack holdings! Let me tell you about the dent

But before my hand could even clear the enforcer’s shield. Baron stepped forward in the edge of the veranda.

The King of the North loomed over the clearing, his Alpha dominance expanding with a crushing velocity that made my wolf drop her ears and whimper in absolute terror within my chest

cut me off, his dark eyes boring into mine mercilessly.

acy, if I were you, I would hurry back to your pack with whatever speed your weak engines muster,” Baron said, his voice smooth.

rhaps you haven’t checked the regional data feeds during your frantic little treasure hunt own here in the dirt… your precious biological daughter, Sharon, has just been completely exposed to the High Council.”

He leaned down slightly, a cruel, cold smile touching the corners of his lips as he watched the breath leave my lungs.

“Thanks to your ‘good son-in-law’ Jensen, who was desperate to sever his pack’s liabilities before the market opened, she has been stripped of her titles and granted an immediate medical parole under our family’s supervision. Word from the private clinic is, the official registry reason is permanent mental illness. If you don’t turn that car around soon, Matriarch… you might not survive to see her sane again.”

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