Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387 The Weight Of The Ledger

Chapter 387 The Weight Of The Ledger

Natalie’s POV

The threat of the Moon Pack was gone.

I stood perfectly still on the gravel line, my long wool coat catching the cold mountain breeze.

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My parents, Waylon and Ruby, were already guiding the Nomadic warriors to anchor the thirty-ton transport rigs across the perimeter, giving us a hard, defensive boundary.

Flynn stood near the porch steps, his large arm loosely resting over Sean’s shoulder while Susie sat safely on a wooden bench, quietly murmuring to her plush wolf toy.

The children were safe.

But directly in front of me, less than five paces away, stood the real variable I had to face.

Baron remained motionless in the center of the debris.

He had completely stripped away his tactical armor vest, leaving nothing but his tattered black shirt torn open against the wind.

His skin was bruised, smeared with the gray soot of the mountain road and stained with a thin trail of blood from his split lower lip.

His heavy knuckles were open, his palms facing forward in that primitive, unaligned gesture of total submission he had dropped into up on the ridge road.

I don’t know why he refused to heal himself.

He didn’t make a single move to pick up his fallen tactical blade, and he didn’t try to pull his patriarch mask back over his features.

He just stood there, completely bare, bleeding, and entirely exposed before my eyes.

“The yard is clear, Natalie,” Baron said, his rough baritone dropping into a low, scraping rasp that carried the raw exposure of a male who had completely run out of scripts to read. “The Moon Pack won’t register within three leagues of this gravel agals. The guards are setting the locks.”

I didn’t answer him immediately. I took a slow, deliberate step forward, the leather soles of my boots grinding a loose piece of limestone grit into fine gray dust.

Behind my ribs, the wire of our fated mate bond lay.completely flat.

The bond was humming with a dull, painful resonance, transmitting the sheer depth of his exhaustion and the ballos teritying ache behind his breastplate straight into my own marrow.

flooked at his face.

Five winters, Baron.” I whispered, my voice smooth as velvet but dropping an octave into a register that named the between us into fine white frost needles

Five winters of managed scripts. You sat in that chair, you watched one cun diagnostics on the terminal seats, and you for the believe we were just in unaligned, quiet family hiding from the southern syndicates, vou let me my Scarte lineage was the only target on the map”

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Baron took a shallow, ragged breath, his bare chest expanding against the cold wind, but he didn’t lower his eyes. He didn’t offer a single unit of defensive text to minimize the debt.

“I wove the veils, Natalie,” he murmured, his long fingers slightly curling against the gravel dust.

He took a slow step closer, his amber eyes flaring with a sudden, intense gold light that had nothing to do with Alpha dominance, and everything to do with a father’s desperate, primitive protective instinct.

“Jensen was closing the net from the Nightfang territory, and Loretta was hunting for my father’s gold reserves to salvage the Moon Pack,” Baron rumbled fiercely, his voice vibrating through the gravel beneath my feet.

“If I had shown my true face on your screens… every high regent on the continent would have launched a kinetic strike through our front driveway to drag you and the children to the auction blocks. I became the Witch Doctor because a domestic cage was the only wall thick enough to keep their scopes off your frame.”

A single tear cut a clean, hot path through the grey soot on his cheekbone, his mouth tightening as he bared the absolute, bleeding truth of his soul.

“I treated your clearing like a liability instead of an alignment because I was too terrified of the blood on my hands,” he whispered.

“I thought if you saw the execution lines I was signing at the northern borders, the frost in your marrow would turn against my chest. I wove the lies to protect your peace, Natalie. But I wove them out of pure, primitive terror for our children.”

I stood perfectly motionless as his words settled into the clearing, my Scribe processing cells rapidly parsing the sheer weight of the calculation.

I looked past his bare shoulders, my gaze tracking over to the wooden bench where Sean and Susie were sitting.

Sean was watching us with that silent, stubborn jaw clenched tight, his gold eyes perfectly logging his father’s posture.

Susie was leaning her head against Flynn’s side, completely safe, completely untouched by the silver blades that had just breached our halls.

They were alive. They were thriving. They had spent five winters running through the green meadows of this valley, singing their yearling routines and sleeping beneath warm wool blankets, completely insulated from the horrific reality of the global slave blocks.

They had that peace because a massive, brutal Alpha had spent five winters standing as a silent, monstrous shield in the dark, taking the full impact of the continental storms onto his own chest so his family would never have to hear the thunder

He had sacrificed his own name, his own honor, and his own right to be known by his mate, strictly to act as the unyielding wait. between his babies and the wilderness.

The realization hit my core channels like a sudden, blinding wave of absolute warmth. The thick, multi ton sheet of y that had wrapped around my ancestral marrow since the warehouse war began to violently crack, liquely, and melt away in nothingness

My inner wolf, Nyx, let out a long, low rumble behind my rib…

The male standing before me wasn’t a liar who had stolen my life. He was my mate. He was the wall that hat kegs turning to ash.

I took two steps across the white grave, clasing the distance between our Rames before Haren could didn’t reach for a factill dearm, and didn’t cu afinal diagnostic foop on the Newinal

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reached out with both hands, my long fingers securely locking around the tattered lapels of his black shirt, and I violently pulled his massive, bleeding torso straight against my chest.

Baron let out a choked, ragged gasp as our bodies collided, his large arms instantly wrapping around my waist with a crushing desperate strength that lifted my boots clean off the pavement.

He buried his face deep into the crook of my neck, his broad shoulders shaking violently.

“Natalie…” he groaned, his voice a broken, trembling baseline against my skin. “Natalie, I’m so sorry… I’m so damn sorry for the veils…”

With a single, sharp expansion of my core channels, I reached across the open space between our souls and grabbed the frayed, bleeding iron wire of our broken mate bond.

SNAP

A blinding, invisible wave of pure fated energy exploded outward from the center of our embrace, traveling across the white gravel lines like a sudden ripple of heat that instantly melted the morning frost off the weeds for three leagues around the estate.

The mate bond was live on the lane. The veils were dead, the truth was signed in blood, and the house ledger was permanently settled in the sun.

Baron’s POV

The rush of the restored mate bond hit my internal networks with the cataclysmic force of a turbine engine firing at absolute capacity.

The raw, bleeding fractures that had been tearing through my marrow since the warehouse war instantly calcified, replaced by a deep, suffocating wave of pure golden warmth that completely healed the exhaustion behind my eyes. Natalie’s unsuppressed Scribe current was running through my veins like liquified fire, her Frost lineage balancing my Raze current into a perfect, flawless mechanical harmony that made my inner beast let out a thunderous, triumphant roar deep behind my ribs.

1 held her against my chest with a crushing, desperate strength, my fingers buried deep in the wool fabric of her coat as I breathed in the sharp, clean scent of fresh mountain pine and winter ice. She was right here. She wasn’t running down the Nomadic lanes, and she wasn’t writing my name off her sheet. She had stepped across the gravel lines and pulled the monster out of the dark snapping our bond back into alignment with her own hands.

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“You’re live on my wire, Matriarch,” I choked out, my voice dropping into a deep, loyal rumble that shook the stone foundations of the porch as I slowly set her boots back down onto the limestone gravel.

I kept my large hands resting securely on her waist, my amber-gold eyes flaring with a brilliant, clear light as looks down beautiful face. The clouded panic was entirely gone from my pupils, replaced by a massive, unyielding Alpha pride that let zela. room for the old masks of the Witch Doctor.

Natalie looked up at me, a small, genuine smile finally touching her lipsa smile that came the absolum ungliding authority a sovereign queen who had just reclaimed her king

script is finished, Patriarch,” she murmured softly, her long fingers gently wiping the tail of dark bodo

ils, to more managed clearances From this day forward, we run thermap together”

repeated, the word soles, birding vow that echoed across the shok ittedway,

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Behind our shoulder plates, a sudden, heavy scuffle of boots broke the quiet of the yard. I turned forty-five degrees, keeping my left arm locked securely around Natalie’s waist as I looked toward the porch steps.

Sean and Susie were running down the gravel at maximum velocity.

Sean didn’t keep his jaw clenched anymore; his small face was wide with a rare, bright yearling joy as he launched himself straight against my right knee, his small arms locking around my leg with a fierce, stubborn grip. Susie jumped straight into Natalie’s arms, her small fingers wrapping into her mother’s silver hair as she let out a happy, bubbling laugh, her plush wolf toy pinned securely between their chests. D

bent down, my large forearm sweeping Sean up into the embrace, pulling my entire family into a tight, emotional circle in the center of the driveway. The white limestone was still scarred by the Moon Pack’s bullets, and the entry gates were still twisted metal scrap, but as I felt the synchronized rhythm of my children’s pulses humming against my chest, I knew the war was over.

Waylon and Ruby stepped down from the lead Nomad rig, their massive ancestral broadswords resting proudly in their scabbards as they walked toward our perimeter. Flynn stood beside them, his grey eyes cool but carrying a deep, satisfied nod as he looked at the unified family.

The network was whole. The ex

rned to the throne, and the Blackridge clearing was finally safe forever.

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