Semua Bab The Feral Alpha’s Rejected Luna: Bab 261 - Bab 270

Diana The force of the collision is so great it sends me stumbling backward. After blocking and dissipating the bolt of darkness, the shield of light that protected me disappears, leaving only a heat against my skin. Dominicus’s eyes flicker over me. A single heartbeat to confirm I’m unharmed. Then— Chaos erupts. Dominicus's roar of fury shakes the very ground as he turns back to Thomas. The Amadeus warriors surge forward as well in a wave of fur and fangs. But Thomas is already moving, his now free hand clawing at his own wrist with frantic desperation. I see his teeth sink into his flesh, blood spraying as he bites down to the bone. Then - A sound like thunder cracks through the clearing. Darkness explodes from Thomas's wrist, a swirling vortex of black smoke that reeks of burning herbs and rotting flesh. The stench is so overpowering I gag, my eyes watering as the acrid smoke burns my throat. Dominicus's claws slash through the unnatural fog, his massive form barely visibl

Diana "What the fuck?" The words leave my lips before I can stop them. Ellen—no, Eleanor—simply smiles wider and pushes open her front door. She adjusts her glasses, a floral apron tied around her waist. "Well?" She smiles, warm as ever. "Are you coming in, or shall I let the pot roast burn?" The moment we step through Eleanor's front door, warmth wraps around me like a grandmother's embrace. The scent of rosemary and slow-cooked meat fills the air, mingling with something earthy—dried herbs hanging from the ceiling beams? No—floating. Actual bundles of sage and thyme drift lazily near the rafters, untethered by string or logic. Dominicus's scowl deepens as he takes in the impossible cottage interior—the ceiling that stretches higher than the exterior should allow, the grandfather clock with planets instead of numbers, the teapot that whistles a jaunty tune entirely on its own. I blink. Yeah, definitely never saw that at the diner. "Eleanor—" he begins, his voice thunderous.

DianaHis hands clench, knuckles white, and my heart drops as I watch him.Eleanor sees it too—sees both our faces. Her expression folds into something quietly mournful. A sad smile tugs at the corner of her lips, and she looks away, into the crackling fire.“You remained that way because I was unable to reverse the curse. I don’t have that ability-“He sneers and she insists, “I swear it!”“I swear Dominicus, if I could have reversed it, I would have. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t make a single dent in it. I tried”, she swallows, “That kind of terrible curse would require a lot of powerful witches to cast and even more sacrifices”. “It didn’t work so I decided to stay. Not just because you were important to the world,” she says softly. “I stayed because I was worried. About you.”Dominicus still doesn’t speak. But something in his shoulders shifts—just slightly. I see it. The smallest ripple of emotion beneath all that control.“I wanted to keep an eye on you,” she says, “to make sure

DianaEleanor exhales slowly, rage still simmering beneath her composure. “They waited… until every last wolf was home, and then started the curse. It spread through the land’s magic like a virus in a bloodstream,” she says.“And it couldn’t be stopped,” I whisper.“No,” she answers quietly. “Because it wasn’t meant to be. The spell wasn’t just targeting minds—it was targeting history. Legacy. It wanted to erase the Amadeus name from existence.”She looks at us both now. “And because the spell was fueled by ancestral magic—and because they used a sacred relic as the anchor—there was no reversing it. Not without destroying the land. Not without tearing apart the very foundation of your bloodline.”“And at that moment, there was no time to do any of that”.Her eyes focus on Dominicus.“But you survived,” she says. “The curse somehow couldn’t fully take hold in you. You resisted the madness, even when no one else could. That resistance… it proves what I’m saying. You’re truly special Dom

Diana She blinks, confused for a moment—then her expression softens in understanding. A smile curls her lips. “As I said earlier—she’s your Anchor Bond. The curse recognizes her as home. You’re bound, Dominicus. It won’t let her go.” She gestures to the mark on my neck. “As long as that bond holds—as long as you’re still mates—her lifespan is tethered to yours.” She turns to me with a teasing smile. “No need to worry, sweetie. You’ll be stuck with your grumpy Alpha for as long as he lives.” Relief hits me like sunlight breaking through clouds. I melt into Dom’s arms, and I feel him tighten his hold on me just a little more. Then Eleanor’s voice draws us back. “This appearance of yours,” she says thoughtfully, “unchanging and untouched by time… it’s probably part of why the Elders could never let you go. Even after everything—even through fear—they were drawn to you. They couldn’t resist. You terrified them, yes. But they wanted you too. Wanted to keep you close. Like mot