The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 16

The man who stopped it–1

(Isla)

I heard it before I fully understood what I was seeing.

The sound of Rodan going through the wall was not what I expected. I’d heard Rodan hit things before. I’d

been on the receiving end of it enough times to know what force sounded like when it landed. But this

was different. This was the sound of the wall itself giving way, wood splintering and cracking and then the

thud of a body hitting the floor on the other side, and then silence.

Complete silence.

I stood where the man had set me down and I looked at the hole in the wall of the pack house and I waited for my brain to catch up to what my eyes had just seen.

Rodan was on the other side of that wall.

Alpha Rodan. The man who had ordered my chain. Who had stood in that yard and watched me be

whipped and kept his hands folded behind his back and his face arranged in that particular expression of

calm satisfaction that I had spent twenty years learning to read and fear. The man whose voice alone had

been enough to make every wolf in this pack fall in line including my father, including warriors twice his

age, including people who should have known better and chose not to.

He was on the floor.

The man standing in the yard with dust from the broken wall still in the air around him had put him there in one move. One. And he wasn’t even breathing hard.

I became aware that I wasn’t breathing at all.

I made myself breathe. In and out. The cold air came in and I let it settle and I kept my eyes on the hole in the wall and on the man standing in front of it with his back to me, looking at what he’d done without any particular expression that I could see from here.

Then he turned and looked at the rest of the yard.

Not at me. At them.

I turned too, because I couldn’t help it, because something in the way he turned made me need to see

what he was seeing.

The pack was frozen. Every single wolf in that yard was completely still in a way that went beyond the normal stillness of shock. This was the stillness of sixty wolves whose instincts had all arrived at the same conclusion at the same time and that conclusion was do not move, do not speak, do not draw his attention in any way.

My father was in the third row.

The man who stopped !! !

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found him the way I always found him, without meaning to, without wanting to. He was standing with his

arms at his sides and his face had the look it got when something had happened that he hadn’t prepared

for and didn’t know how to respond to. He was looking at the hole in the wall. Not at me. At the hole in the

wall where his alpha had just gone through.

I watched him and I waited for something. I didn’t know what. Some reaction that told me this had landed on him the way it should’ve, that he understood what it meant, that the man who had chained his daughter to a floor for five years was on that floor now and that was connected to something Derek Thorne should

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