Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 38

Jason’s POV

“You pathetic weakling!” His voice boomed, echoing in the office. My father stood in the center, his shoulders rigid. The heavy oak table cracked under the grip of his claws sinking into the polished wood.

My throat tightened. Every instinct screamed at me to lower my head, to make myself small, but I forced my chin up. My palms were sweaty, and my heart pounded so hard I thought he might hear it.

The insult burned more than I wanted to admit. No matter what I did, no matter how much I schemed or fought, his voice always managed to cut straight through me. My wolf growled low in my chest, hating the shame, hating the submission, but it didn’t matter. Against my father, we both bowed.

“What did I tell you?” he growled.

“I…I talked with Talia. She didn’t want to…”

“Enough of your excuses!” he snapped, cutting me off. His eyes burned with disgust, and the vein in his forehead pulsed with each word. “You let a weak she-wolf, an omega no less, humiliate you before the entire kingdom. And you failed to bring her back?! You’re actually telling me you couldn’t even manage that?!”

Shame burned my cheeks. The memory of Talia calmly accepting my rejection replayed in my mind, her cold words felt like she had stabbed me in my heart. My wolf stirred restlessly.

“I couldn’t force her. That would’ve angered Prince Solon,” I explained.

My father snarled, “Do I have to hold your hand with everything? Do I have to think of everything for you? The Council would have handled Prince Solon. Prince Solon is not permitted to interfere with a fated mate bond – rejected or not.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to hold my father’s gaze. “She’s not important anymore,” I forced out, though my voice cracked under the strain. “I’ve secured something better, Father.”

His brow arched, skepticism gleaming in his eyes. “Better?”

I swallowed hard. “I… I’ve secured an alliance with the Blood Moon Pack. Alpha Nolan has agreed to work with us really.”

His fury faltered and he straightened up. His grip eased from the table, claws retracting. Interest replaced rage, a calculating glint sparking in his gaze.

“Alpha Nolan…” he repeated. “Are you sure he agreed?”

“Yes, he RSVP’d for the wedding,” I responded.

My father stepped back slowly, his hand rising to stroke his chin. “If you’re telling the truth, this changes everything.”

I exhaled, the air rushing out of me like I’d been holding it for hours. My chest still ached from the pressure of his Alpha aura.

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