Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 310

Scales

Chapter 310 The Equal Scales

Baron’s POV

Through the rearview mirror, I watched Waylon Stone slowly lean back into the custom leather seat.

Beside him, Ruby remained close, her fingers loosely threaded through his arm.

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She did not loosen her hold even for a moment, as though anchoring herself to him was the only way to fully process what she had just heard from me earlier.

My words about the twin pups still hung in the air between us.

I had made it clear that I would never weaponize children.

That alone had shifted something fundamental in the cabin.

Waylon’s gaze drifted out through the tinted window.

Under the old registry laws, there was only one truth that mattered in alliances like this.

Equal Scales.

Two bloodlines could only survive a union if neither one bent the other into collapse. If one side carried too much weight, the

structure fractured over time.

If one side was too weak, it became consumption disguised as marriage.

A sovereign lineage did not unite with imbalance.

It absorbed it… or rejected it.

And yet, as Waylon continued observing me through those mirrored reflections, I could feel the shift in his assessment.

Not approval exactly but recognition.

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What most records failed to capture about my existence was simple.

They documented exile.

They documented abandonment.

They documented a son cast out by blood politics and internal betrayal.

What they did not document was what I built in the silence that followed.

Blackridge was an empire constructed from fracture lines.

The title they whispered behind encrypted walls was not “Baron” in full form.

It was something heavier.

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Godfather of the Northern territories route.

Waylon shifted slightly, this voice finally breaking the quiet rhythm of the cabin.

“She really is her mother’s daughter,” he said, voice low, steady, carrying the weight of years father than moments.

Ruby’s fingers tightened faintly against his arm at the mention.

Waylon continued, voice still controlled, but now more personal.

“Before that incident, she was still holding onto Jensen Luke.”

The name landed in the cabin like a cold object dropped into still water.

Not dramatic.

Just heavy.

“Not out of weakness,” Waylon added, as if correcting an invisible accusation. “But because she carries debt differently than most. He saved her life once during and that kind of thing… it binds a Scribe’s pride more tightly than blood sometimes.”

His jaw tightened slightly, then released.

“But that bond has already been broken by time. Once Natalie closes a door, she does not reopen it. That is the pack’s nature.”

He finally turned his head toward me through the mirror, his expression sharpening just slightly.

“That is why I am telling you this, Baron. Do not mistake her silence for uncertainty. And do not mistake her kindness for instability.”

A pause.

Then softer, almost instructive.

“She does not respond to force. She responds to safety.”

I held the wheel steady as his words settled into the cabin atmosphere.

A slow smile formed at the corner of my mouth before I even realized it.

Raze stirred beneath my consciousness, stretching lazily like a beast finally satisfied with the direction of a hunt.

“That I understand,” I said quietly, voice carrying the relaxed confidence.

My grip shifted slightly on the steering wheel as the road curved ahead.

“And I am not here to force anything, Dad.”

Ruby made a small amused sound behind us, her earlier tension dissolving further as the tone of the cabin shifted.

Texhaled once, then let my voice carry more freely.

“If anything, I think you’re underestimating me.”

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That earned a soft laugh from Ruby immediately.

“Listen to him,” she teased lightly tapping Waylon’s arm. “So confident already.”

Waylon did not laugh, but the corner of his mouth twitched faintly, betraying his fake persona

I continued, eyes forward, tone unbothered.

“I know what I am walking into. And I also know what she is.”

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My voice dropped slightly, becoming more grounded.

“And I know I am not competing with her past. I am building something that stands beside it, not beneath it or above it.”

That was when Ruby leaned back fully into her seat, satisfaction radiating from her like warmth spreading through fabric.

“Yes,” she said softly, almost relieved. “That is exactly how it should be.”

The road began to narrow as we approached the outer valley transition.

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