Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 277

Chapter 277 The Bitter Bra

Chapter 277 The Bitter Brew

I stood perfectly still in the dimly it, freezing corridor of the villa, the silver service tray clutched tightly in my hands.

The ceramic water kettle on the tray was still hot.

Inside that room, the monster was sleeping again.

Hleaned my back against the log wall of the hallway, my chest heaving silently as the posture I had worn in front of Sharon fell

away.

My inner wolf bared her teeth in the back of my mind.

Watching Sharon drink the poisoned water sent a cold wave of satisfaction through my veins.

But it wasn’t enough.

The dosage was too light.

The synthetic toxin I had sourced from the border rogues was designed to mimic the final, cell-destroying phases of the moon- wasting sickness, but its efficacy depended on consistent accumulation within the target’s internal channels.

I reached into the pocket of my house apron, my fingers brushing past the cold edge of the stolen surgical scalpel to retrieve my personal comms device.

My thumbs moved over the digital keyboard, my breath catching in my throat as I formulated the message.

“Alpha Jensen, I have successfully administered the initial layer of the medicine, but the target is exceptionally cautious. Her human survival instincts are hyper-reactive after the crisis in the main hall… I can only manage to slip a microscopic amount into her kettle each time. During the evaluation, she forced me to taste the cup right in front of her face before she would even lift a hand. If I continue to ingest the trace elements during the verification, my own wolf’s channels will begin to degrade before the month is up. Do you have a functional counter-agent? An antidote I can take to protect my own system while I finish the assignment?”

I hit send, the data packet uploading through the villa’s secure satellite array.

A few seconds later, his response flashed across my screen.

“Yes, the chemical composition is standard for the security cells. I’ll have the head butler bring the counter-agent capsules to the west wing perimeter during the midnight shift change later tonight. As long as you keep this entire process completely discreet, the original contract remains binding. Once the bond dissolving clears the High Council next month, I will personally provide the exit tokens and the legal documents to send you and your biological daughter abroad to the Northern sanctuary packs. You will never have to scrub a Southern floor again.”

A tear of pure, overwhelming gratitude welled up in my eyes, spilling over my lashes and dropping onto the cold silver of the tray.

My fingers trembled as I typed out my final compliance.

“Thank you, Alpha Jensen. Bless your lineage. The Scribe will be avenged, and the ledger will be clean.”

I slid the comms device back into the hidden lining of my bodice, my posture shifting back into the meek shadow of an omega

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Chapter 217 The Bitter Res

picked up

I walked down the lung.

the fence line with my suvdeal

QUINCES POV

toward the kitchens, my mind already calculating the hours until the butler would arrive at

The heavy, rhythmk beep of the medical monitors inside the regional pack hospital was the only sound that broke the suffocating silence of the private recovery ward.

I sat in the low plastic chair beside the elevated bed, my fingers gripped tightly around Jordan’s unmoving hand.

The skin of his knuckles felt dry and completely stripped of the fierce, vibrant heat that used to command the assembly lines of the Summers Pack.

The forensic data teams had done their clinical work; the emergency stabilizing packs had managed to catch his core before his wolf spirit completely collapsed from the shock.

Jordan shifted against the crisp hospital sheets, his eyelids fluttering open.

The gold in his irises was gone, replaced by a dull, cloudy grey.

He turned his head slowly, his gaze tracking my swollen, red-rimmed eyes and the tear stains that had thoroughly ruined the silk of my collar.

Seeing me return from the northern lodge in absolute tears, Jordan understood the outcome of our desperation immediately.

A long, ragged sigh escaped his chest, his shoulders slumping deeper into the pillows.

“Ah,” Jordan muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp.

“So the door is truly closed. Natalie… Natalie has a kind, nurturing heart under the old laws, but she is also exceptionally strong- willed.”

He turned his face toward the dark window.

“I remember it vividly, Quincy,” he whispered, his fingers twitching weakly within my grip.

“Five years ago, on the exact night when the blood-lineage logs were first dropped onto our study table, we hadn’t even spoken a single word of banishment to her yet. She just packed up and-”

A bitter, hacking cough interrupted his speech, his chest seizing briefly before he could clear his throat.

“She stood in the center of the grand hall, her head held high, and she explicitly promised me that she would calculate every single token we had expended on her food, her clothes, and her training for eighteen years, and she would repay the cost of raising her the moment she secured her first independent design contract. That… that was the exact moment I knew the girl carried her own fierce, unbreakable principles.”

Jordan’s eyes clouded with a profound guilt as he looked back at my weeping face.

“Too bad… we were so completely blind, Quincy. We shielded Sharon and because of our greed for a biological heir, we broke Natalie’s heart into a thousand pieces.”

I couldn’t control the torrent inside me any longer.

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Chapter 277 The Bittar krew

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