All Chapters of The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Diana The rhythmic chopping of vegetables fills the kitchen, a steady, mindless motion that keeps my hands busy while my thoughts wander. Dominicus leans against the counter, scrolling through his phone, occasionally glancing at me with a look that makes my stomach flutter. Then, his phone rings. I see his brows furrow as he glances at the number. “Hello?” A hint on inquiry in his voice, which tells me he probably doesn’t recognise the number. “Amadeus.” A voice on the other end responds, spitting out the name with venom. I recognize it instantly. Magnus. I pause, my knife stilling mid-slice as I watch Dom’s expression turn to stone. I drop the knife and turn to fully face him. My entire focus sharpens and my werewolf senses kick in. Now even though the phone isn’t on speaker, I can hear the conversation as clearly as if I were holding it myself. Dom’s voice is sharp, ice-cold. “How the hell did you get this number?” There’s a pause. Then Magnus’s voice returns,

Diana My eyes widen to the size of saucers. What? He continues nonchalantly. “They also happen to be bringing along with them their entire army of Council Warriors.” A chill runs through me, and my heart sinks. The Council warriors. I remember them vividly—their power, their silent presence. They are wolves unlike any I’d ever seen. Their stature alone makes ordinary pack warriors look like children. The discipline they exude, the raw, controlled power… it is like they are carved from stone. And the way they move, fluid but so precise, like an army of blades—tight, reserved, but dangerous. “Seems the trap isn’t only meant for Diana alone. It’s for both of us”. I swallow down saliva, moistening my suddenly dry throat. Dom rolls his eyes again, “There’s no way they’re bringing their entire army for just a single- what is believed to be- a wolfless girl. So…” Billy continues, “They’re preparing for both of you”. Dominicus nods, “They don’t actually believe that I

Diana Dom seems to be done contemplating. His gaze flicks to Billy. “Billy.” His voice is calm but firm. “If you were the Council, what would you tell Magnus to convince him that Diana would be safe… while I was being taken out?” Billy frowns, thinking. “Well,” he begins slowly, “Magnus was adamant that Diana not bring you with her. And he didn’t seem like he was lying. He really doesn’t want you on his territory.” His expression darkens slightly. “But that clashes with the Council bringing an entire army. That means either they’re expecting you to show up. Or at least, they’re making they are ready for you in case you happen to show”. Dom nods. Billy exhales. “exhales. “So… if it were me, I’d tell Magnus to lure Diana to the Zervos pack alone. I’d use somethin’—somethin’ she can’t resist—as bait.” His brows furrow. “And then, I’d tell him that while she’s there, the Council warriors will head to your territory to take ya out. That way, you two are separated. You’re dead. And Di

Diana I step out of the car with deliberate ease, my movements slow, controlled. The moment my boots hit the ground, I feel the shift in the air. The wolves standing outside the packhouse—high-ranking members of the Zervos pack—are staring at me. Not just staring. Gawking. Their expressions flicker with disbelief as their eyes dart between me and the sleek silver sports car I just arrived in. I don’t miss the way they school their expressions a second later, but it’s too late. I already saw it. They weren’t expecting me to pull up in something like this. Too expensive? Too luxurious? Too powerful for the girl they looked down on? I fight back a smirk. A new model. Released this year. A gift from my mate. But as satisfying as their reaction to the car is, it’s nothing compared to their reaction to me. I see it in their eyes the moment they take me in. The shock. The disbelief. The fear. I’m wearing black jeans, a black tank top, a leather jacket, and boots. My hair i

Diana I stop dead in my tracks, my gaze shooting back to Magnus. His voice is apologetic now, his entire demeanor crumbling. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you leave.” Out the corners of my eyes, I notice that some pack wolves are slowly gathering and are staring, obviously curious as to what is happening. After all, we’re standing in front of the pack house, the busiest place in the pack. “You’re under the thrall of that abomination,” he spits the words, expression then twisting into something far more sinister. “I’m going to save you, Diana”, and then in a softer voice, persuading, “And then we can start over.” My full attention snaps back to him. There it is again. That word. Abomination. Until not too long ago, I had been called that too. An abomination. A freak of nature. And now, here Magnus is, calling my mate—Dominicus—my wonderful, strong, perfect mate, the same thing. For what? For suffering from a condition beyond his control? A growl rises in my chest, deep and pr