Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 307

Nolan’s POV

Marco did not hesitate. He reached out and grabbed Kent firmly by the arm, ready to drag him toward the exit. Kent jerked his arm free with a quick twist. He shoved Marco backward, then turned sharply to face me, his eyes blazing with anger.

"You do not get to make that call. Solon is the Alpha King, not you,” Kent growled. “You are disrespecting him by deciding what happens to me without his word!"

My wolf bristled, hackles rising with a low growl as Kent defied my order. Still, he was right. I did not really have the right to decide his fate, even if I was sure Solon would not challenge me.

"Stand down, Marco. My apologies. I acted rashly."

That was not true. I had been thinking about it for the past hour, ever since the Harvest Gathering. Letting Kent think he had the upper hand did not cost me anything.

"Marrying the Alpha King's daughter does not make you superior to me, Nolan. We are both Alphas. You do not get to order my exile because you do not like my suggestions,” Kent growled.

"I see nothing wrong with what Nolan decided,” Solon said from behind me.

"Then you are a pitiful Alpha King. Your father at least had the courtesy of running things himself,” Kent shot back.

The room went deathly still, charged with silent, simmering hostility. All eyes locked on Kent. I could feel anger prickling over my skin and, through the mate bond, Talia’s fury burned like a wildfire in my mind.

"Aren’t you being a hypocrite?” Talia sneered.

“What did you say to me?” Kent questioned with narrowed eyes.

“You have been operating with malicious intent since the Harvest Gathering. Your alliance with Jason has disgraced your father. Philip would be ashamed of what you have become,” Talia responded.

Kent's face twisted as raw emotion broke through what he had been hiding for the past two days. The careful look he wore during the apology, the Harvest Gathering, and the funeral vanished, replaced by fury.

"Don’t you dare say his name! Everyone in this room has looked down on me since I was a child for being wolfless. Just like my father did,” Kent snapped.

"Alpha Philip was never like that. I saw the way Philip spoke about you when you were not in the room. He defended you to anyone who said a word against you. He praised you to my father more than once,” Solon said.

“Praise me? Bullshit!” Kent bitterly laughed. “He beat me like I was a dog on the street!”

“Yes, he was strict with you. He was strict with everyone. He was an Alpha, and that was his way. But he did not despise you. He protected you,” Solon countered.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You weren’t there every day. Of course, he would show his good side with you. He used to make me sit at the far end of the table at meals so he would not have to see me. So, I made sure he’d never eat again!”

Kent’s last words seemed to slip out before he realized it. I saw the realization cross his face a moment later. He closed his mouth quickly, his eyes darting to the door. But two warriors were already standing in front of it, blocking his only way out.

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