Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380 The Way Of The Outcast

Yvonne’s POV

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1 kept my shoulder locked securely beneath Kaelenen’s armpit, my ribs straining under his massive weigh as we slowly limped through the jagged limestone ravines of the upper quadrant wastes.

Behind our heels, the deep, thunderous boom of the bunker’s collapsing secondary power grids echoell through the granite cliffs, venting a massive column of oily black diesel smoke into the pale red dawn y

The sanctuary of secrets was gone. My biological father was dead on the concrete, his dark mainframe and his twenty-winter-old lies permanently written off the sheet by Waylon’s broadsword.

I had watched the blade punch through his chest.

I had watched the life drain from those calculating golden eyes. And I had felt nothing but the cold, hollow ache of a question finally wered-and the answer bringing no comfort whatsoever.

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his torso heavily against a flat limestone boulder to keep his balance.

pained gasps-Flynn’s strike had cracked at least two of his ribs, and the d him through the bunker breach was fading rapidly.

Ard me, his deep amber eyes burning through the swirling gray mist with a fierce, t completely liquidated the remaining throbbing ache in my temple.

of the mate bond between our chests was no longer thrashing in a panicked, suffocating

ith a steady, synchronized rhythm, saturating our core channels with a raw, unaligned idn’t care about council vouchers or pack titles.

y there- undeniable, ancient, a connection that had snapped into existence on that foggy refused to be severed by anything, not even the brutal strike he had been forced to deliver

e no name left, Kaelen,” I whispered, a small, genuine smile finally breaking through the grey soot sirs on my face.

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ft road. We have zero credits, our tracking transponders are fried, and we Lone to call our own.”

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Kaelen didn’t look back at the burning mountain fortress, and he didn’t log a single unit of regret for the executioner contract he had abandoned inside the vault,

He didn’t mourn the life he had lost or the security he had sacrificed.

He simply reached down with his large, bruised hand, his long fingers securely locking around my palms, weaving our pulses into a single, unbreakable alignment.

“We have the lawless lanes, Yvonne,” he murmured softly, his fangs briefly catching the pale/morning as a ghost of something almost like hope flickered across his stoic features. “And the clearing belongs to us now. That’s more than either of us ever had before.”

I stared at him for a long moment, watching the way the dawn light caught the amber flecks in his eyes the way his massive frame curved protectively around mine despite his injuries, the way the mate bond hummed between us like a song neither of us had been taught but both of us somehow knew by heart.

He was right.

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t chasing someone else’s family, someone else’s name, someone else’s history.

The past was ash in that bunker, and the future belonged entirely to us.

He pulled my frame securely against his chest armor, and despite the pain it must have caused his cracked ribs, he held me there for a long moment, his chin resting atop my head, his steady heartbeat thumping against my ear.

“Let’s walk,” I said.

We turned our backs on the northern borders, launching our unaligned bloodline straight into the deep, unmapped western wilderness-completely free, off-ledger, and together forever.

Baron’s POV

The silence that settled over the ridge basin was more crushing than the kinetic blast that had dismantled the traitor’s blast doors.

Natalie stood five paces ahead of her parents, her long wool coat whipping lightly against her shins in the cold mountain gale.

I was standing before her unsuppressed current… completely out of time, out of scripts, and entirely at her mercy. Every lie I had told, every veil I had woven, every secret I had kept to protect her from the shadows – it all meant nothing now.

The truth was out.

The Witch Doctor’s mask had been stripped away and all that remained was me a scarred, desperate Alpha who had done unforgivable things in the name of protecting his family.

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Glatter.

I let my fingers completely unwrap from the handle.

The heavy tactical blade dropped straight into the limestone dust, its iron guard striking a look so with a sharp, echoing ring that signaled the absolute end of my patriarch scrips

The sound seemed to hang in the cold morning atr, reverberating across the basin like a beting death of my old life.

With a slow, deliberate motion, I unbuckled the reinforced iron straps of my tactical vest

One buckle. Then another. Then the last.

I let the heavy armor plates slide off my shoulders to crash flat into the dirt beside the sword layer after layer of protection falling away until I stood before her in nothing but a tattered black shirt, my chest bade to the freezing wind, my internal networks completely disengaged, my Raze current dropped to an absolute zero-line stasis loop.

I had made myself as vulnerable as it was possible for an Alpha to be

I didn’t walk forward, I let my knees bend, dropping straight onto the rough gravel lines before the entire wandering ranks.

“The ledger is yours, Natalie,” I whispered, my rough baritone cracking against the raw exposure of the morning gale as I looked straight into her gold pupils.

I kept my palms open, flat against the wet limestone dust in a primitive gesture of absolute, total submission that no Alpha had made to another pack in living memory

I am the Witch Doctor. I am the one who wove the five-year managed script at the clearing I wove the veils, I falsified the security blocks, and I kept my identity dark on your terminal because I was running on pure, primitive terror for our children. I became a monster in the dark strictly to act as the wall between their frames and the auction blocks.”

A single tear cut a clean, hot path through the grey soot on my cheekbone, my chest heaving in a ragged rhythm as the wire of our broken mate bond throbbed behind my ribs like an open wound that refused to heal.

I took a deep, shuddering breath, my long fingers digging into the gravel plates until the sharp stones cut into my skin.

“I surrender my absolute title as Alpha right here on this dirt road. I surrender my fleet, my real estate, and iny council vouchers. I offer my frame to your parents as an unaligned, off-ledger son-in-law. Let me live as a quiet scout at the rear of your transport caravan. I don’t need a pack, Natalie. I just need to stand as the silent shield to guard your frame and our children from the outer lines.”

The entire clearing turned into an absolute vacuuTEL.

Waylon stepped forward, his massive profile looming over my kneeling frame like a jagged mountain ridge

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His gold eyes flared with an intense, burning friction as he looked down at my bare shoulders, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his broadsword-the same blade that had just ended his brother’s life.

“He is the lord of the southern coast, Natalic.” Waylon rumbled, his deep baritone vibrating through the bedrock like an earthquake. D

“He kept our grandkids hidden for five winters, just because he loved you.”

Ruby stepped up beside her husband, her long wool cloak blowing in the wind, her gold irises fixed only shivering chest with a sharp, clinical evaluation.

“The Stone Pack has survived for generations by staying out of territorial disputes. Taking in the Blackridge Alpha would paint a target on every member of our caravan.”

I didn’t lift my head, and I didn’t offer a single unit of defensive text to counter their summary.

Everything they said was true.

had kept their grandchildren hidden. I had built an empire on deception and violence. And my reputation-the feared Witch Doctor, the Raze-fueled monster of the southern coast-would follow me wherever I went, endangering anyone who offered me shelter.

I kept my palms flat in the mud, waiting for the Scribe to sign the final foreclosure line that would either grant my exile or take my head off my shoulders.

Natalie took a slow step forward, her heavy leather boots stopping just three inches from my open fingers.

“Stand up, Baron.” Natalie commanded softly.

I forced my marrow plates to realign, slowly rising from the mud until I stood at my full height before her frame, my chest heaving as I looked into her cold, beautiful face.

I braced myself for whatever judgment she would deliver.

“You think you can simply drop your tactical armor on the road and live as a quiet son-in-law behind my caravan?”

She turned her face toward the northern horizon, where the distant, red dawn light was currently casting long, bloody streaks across the jagged mountain peaks.

The wind caught her hair, pulling strands of gold and silver across her face, and for a moment she looked less like my mate and more like something ancient and untouchable-a force of nature that had existed long before either of us drew breath.

“Look at the map, Baron, Natalie whispered fiercely into the wind. “The birth-swap ghost is dead, and the Summers pack is exiled, but the continental lines are completely unstitched. Loretta of the Moon Pack is still live on the

the northern syndicates are currently mobilizing their vanguard cells to exploit

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She stepped closer, her gold irises pinning my pupils with a terrifying, ancestral authority that made my internal wolf instantly bow its head in absolute respect.

“Waylon and Ruby fiercely refuse your submission, Alpha/ Natalie rumbled, her voice dropping an octave into a register that shook the loose gravel near my boots. “And I refuse your exile. You are the Alpha and no one can run the pack more than you can.”

I stared at her, my heart hammering against my ribs as the sheer, breathtaking brilliance of her comme settled into my mind.

She wasn’t forgiving my deception, and she wasn’t snapping the mate bond back into alignment yet… o fully.

And I had never loved her more than at that moment.

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