All Chapters of The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Diana Like an arrow shot from a bow, I launch myself to intercept them. One of the Gamma wolves lunges, aiming for my throat, but I’m faster. Time seems to slow. I see it all happening in slow motion—the vicious flash of claws, the rippling muscles beneath skin, the taut tension in the air before the attack lands. With a swift sidestep, I grab his wrist, twisting it behind his back before slamming my knee into his ribs with a sickening crunch. He crumples to the ground, gasping for air as I spin, already shifting my weight to the next wolf. The second Gamma tries to come at me from the left, claws flashing. I pivot, a spinning kick landing squarely in his chest, sending him flying backward. He crashes into the stone pillars of the packhouse’s entrance with a sickening thud, his body folding in on itself. He doesn’t get up. The next moments blur in a whirl of fists, feet, and claws. Behind me, I hear another wolf charging. Without even looking, I swing my fist backward, the

Diana Eyes locked onto Magnus, I can’t help but let a smirk tug at my lips. “You didn’t actually expect me to be defeated by riffraff, did you?” It stings. I know it does. I just called his prized warriors—the best warriors of his pack—riffraff. The entire place goes dead silent. His nostrils flair with anger at the insult but what can he say? I just single-handedly defeated them all without breaking a sweat. They barely even posed a challenge. His expression says it all—he really thought so. After all, he saw me, only months ago, weak and wolf. So he never expected me to be able to stand my ground like this. Alpha or not. He and everyone here underestimated me. Elder Lydia’s voice cuts through the stillness. “Alpha Magnus, you’re going to have to take care of this yourself.” My eyes turn to her. It’s the first time she’s speaking. And though she’s clearly talking to Magnus, her eyes are narrowed on me. Magnus looks taken aback, his mouth opening as if he’s about to pr

Diana I don’t give him time to think. I spring again, my feet skimming the earth like lightning, as I deliver a devastating series of slashes to his flank. The sickening sound of claws scraping against muscle and bone fills the air. Magnus’s growls turn to snarls, full of frustration and anger. He swings a massive paw toward me again, but I duck, my body twisting in a perfect arc. I roll to my feet and dash around him, using my agility to slip in and out of his reach. He tries again, swinging his powerful paws at me, but I’m already behind him, landing a brutal strike to the back of his legs. He buckles, and for a moment, he stumbles. I seize the opportunity. My claws rake through his side, digging deep. I hear the sharp, satisfying crunch of ribs cracking beneath the force of my strike. He yelps, but it’s not enough to stop him. With an enraged howl, he turns on me, his huge wolf body spinning. His mouth opens wide, and he lunges, aiming for my throat. But I’m faster. I duck, s

Diana “The Elders never planned to let me go,” I say, “Killing me was always the plan”. Magnus stares at me for a long moment and I see it in his eyes—the flicker of understanding. His head whips back to them, eyes wide with horror. “No! This is not what we discussed!” I look away from Magnus, my gaze sweeping over the Council. My eyes narrow, lips curling into a cold smile. “Enough of the games. Lay it all out. Now.” I can feel the tension tightening in the air as I speak. I tilt my head slightly, my voice steady as I continue, “You’ve obviously planned to kill me from the very beginning. What I don’t understand is why. After all, aside from that sham of a trial, I haven’t committed any crimes. There shouldn’t be any irreconcilable differences between us, should there?” It’s obvious to me that the invisible hands of the traitor is behind the scenes, manipulating things. I know what that person’s goal is, but I am wandering what reason he or she used to get the Elders to go al

Diana It is at this moment that I gain a true appreciation for the depths of the Council’s cunning. They know exactly how to manipulate the desires of others to get what they want. They’ve played on the greed and lust for power lurking in the hearts of every man, turning them into pawns in their scheme. This makes me once again wonder who the traitor is among them. Because the traitor, I realize, must be the most cunning of them all. Whoever it is has clearly figured out who I am—my connection to the Castellanos pack. They’ve engineered this whole situation to try to force me to shift into my wolf form, to expose myself fully so they can be certain of my true identity. And then to kill me. Their true goal isn’t to take down Dominicus. It never was. Sure, if they’re able do it, then that’s killing two birds with the same stone. But that person’s real aim has always been me. And if that person is truly working with the witches as we suspect, then they must be aware that Dominic