Rise Of A Shattered Luna (Natalie) by Kave Derry novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41 She’s Mine

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The pack healer had just finished his groveling report, his voice stoic with the kind of professional concern that usually scared the patient.

“Alpha Jensen, the moon sickness has indeed spread. Any emotional shock could be fatal. Please, for her sake, you must keep her calm.”

I looked at the man, my gaze cold. I felt the rib in my chest ache; every time Sharon used that sacrifice as a shield, the bone felt like a splinter moving closer to my heart.

“As long as she doesn’t throw herself in my way, I won’t bother her,” I said.

The doctor blinked, his mouth hanging open slightly. He was clearly confused by the lack of concern and the absence of the frantic devotion I had displayed for five years.

Before he could stammer out another plea, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

It was Foster.

I excused myself and stepped out to the hallway

“Alpha Jensen,” the craftsman’s voice was thin, trembling so badly I could hear the rattle of his breath. “About those cufflinks… the one with the eye watermark. Did you receive them?”

“I did,” I said. My hand instinctively moved to the small velvet box in my pocket. I gripped it tightly, the corners digging into my palm.

Natalie had designed them for me; even if she had died hating me, these were the last pieces of her heart I could hold. They were the result of what she was designing that night.

“I’m sorry, sir… but they were a personal commission for another client. That client is here right now, and he has the signed order form. He’s demanding to pick them up; could you… could you return them?”

The world seemed to stop as Cairn let out a low dangerous snarl in the back of my mind.

Another client?

I clutched the box so tightly I heard the velvet lining groan. Natalie had designed these for me. She had to have. Who else was there? Who else did she know well enough to use the sacred stone for?

The thought was a physical blow to my chest, sharper than any wound I’d taken in battle.

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“Where is the client?” I rasped, my voice sounding like it was being dragged over gravel.

“He’s here with me,” Foster answered.

“I’ll be right there. But I won’t hand them over. Ask him how much he wants–I’ll double it… triple it. I’ll buy the rights to the design.”

These were Natalie’s last works in silver. I would not let a stranger walk away with them. I would not let another man wear the legacy of the woman who was supposed to be mine.

Suddenly, a voice broke through the line. It wasn’t Foster’s; it was a cold, deep baritone that carried a weight of authority that made my own wolf growl in warning.

“I’m not selling, Alpha Jensen,” the voice said. It was smooth, dark, and carried a sharp edge of mockery that set my blood on fire. “They were custom–made for me, return what belongs to me.”

I frowned, my mind racing. The voice was oddly familiar in a way I couldn’t quite grasp.

“We’ll talk in person,” I snapped.

“No need. I don’t want to meet you. If I did, I’m not sure I could stop myself…”

The line went dead.

I stood in the hospital lobby, the phone still pressed to my ear long after the line had gone silent. My heart was thudding against my ribs, a frantic, rhythmic beat.

“Foster,” I said, my voice frigid. “What did the client look like?”

“Alpha… I don’t have the words,” the craftsman whispered. “He was… very handsome, and he was definitely an Alpha.”

I looked down at the cufflinks in my hand as I pulled one out and squeezed the pin so hard it jabbed into my thumb. I didn’t flinch as the sharp metal pierced my skin.

I watched a single drop of dark blood drip onto the silver, staining the wolf’s eye.

Natalie’s last design.

I didn’t care who the stranger was, I didn’t care about his threats. I wanted the cufflinks, and I would have them.

“Hansel,” I called out. My gamma stepped forward immediately, his face set in a grim line.

“Alpha?”

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“Trace the number that just called Foster and prepare the men. We’re going to find this man.”

I looked out the window at the setting sun, the sky bleeding into a bruised purple. Natalie had once said that the sacred stone only shines for the person it was intended for. I looked at the cufflink in my hand. It was dull, cold, and stained by my own blood.

“Alpha Jensen, the trace is coming through,” Hansel said, his eyes glued to his tablet. “The number is encrypted, bouncing through servers. I can’t pin a location.”

“Send me the surveillance footage,” I commanded Foster over a fresh call. I needed a face. I needed a target.

Foster sounded uneasy, his voice cracking with fear. “Alpha, the cameras broke down this morning, and they haven’t been fixed yet. There is no footage of him.”

A surge of frustration choked my chest. I slammed my fist against the glass of the hospital door, the sound echoing through the lobby. Why did it seem like ever since Natalie’s death, nothing in my life had gone right?

“Give me the customer’s address,” I bit out, Cairn’s silence turning back into a low, predatory growl.

“I don’t have it, Alpha.” Foster responded again.

“What do you mean you don’t have it?” I barked at him, and then suddenly a notification chimed, and I looked down at the screen.

My eyes narrowed as the coordinates loaded, he sent me the location himself.

It was a five–star hotel at the edge of human territory…

I looked up at Hansel and instructed him to track the number that had sent me the message.

I shoved the phone into my pocket and strode toward my Maybach; I would go there myself. I would look this man in the eye and see exactly what he thought he was entitled to.