Alpha’s Thrice Rejectedd Mate By Ida Rowe
Chapter 78

Chapter 78

A conflicted mix of satisfaction and sorrow swelled within my heart as I stood at the precipice, overlooking the thriving pack below. The recent reclamation of my position as Luna had restored order and discipline to our pack, yet the void left by the loss of my son continued to weigh heavily upon my soul.

I missed him. I’d carried him for nine long months and raised him into the man he was today without the help of his father after what Oswald had done, and now he had forced me to run him out of our home, away from our pack

The wind whispered through the treetops, mirroring the turbulent thoughts in my mind.

Interrupting my reverie, James, who was now one of my most trusted and loyal advisors, approached me with a measured stride. His eyes, filled with admiration and trepidation, met my gaze with calculated deference. We were both accustomed to exerting influence, our haughtiness often evident in our interactions.

“Luna An nalise, I bring news of the captives,” James announced, his voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

I turned my attention to him, my posture erect and authoritative. The weight of responsibility hung heavily between us as we each sought to maintain our sense of “Speak,” I commanded, my tone calm and composed.

James cleared his throat, a slight tremor betraying his conflicted emotions. The traitors’ cave has been successfully rebuilt, Luna, he began, carefully choosing his words. “The captives are secure within its walls, awaiting their fate.”

A sense of grim satisfaction washed over me, an unspoken understanding passing between James and me. Rebuilding, the traitors’ cave symbolized our authority and an unyielding reminder of the consequences that awaited those who dared to betray our pack. We relished in it, even as it consumed us.

“And what of the message we sent regarding the summit?” I inquired.

James hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting uneasily. The message has been sent with the runner, Luna,” he replied cautiously. “Pack Shadowmoon will soon receive our agreement to meet for the summit.” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

A surge of pride coursed through my veins at the thought of our carefully crafted message, a display of our unyielding determination to stand on our traditions. Yet, beneath the facade of authority, a flicker of doubt and longing danced in my

eyes.

As the silence settled upon us, the weight of my decisions and the magnitude of my responsibilities grew ever more apparent. The authority I wielded over the pack masked the profound isolation that had enveloped me. I couldn’t help but wonder if our pursuit of power had come at too high a cost. The fracture between Mason and me gnawed at my heart, a constant reminder of the bond I had lost.

Refusing to succumb to despair, I resolved to seek redemption for myself and the fractured relationship between Mason and me. The journey ahead would be treacherous and uncertain as the shadows threatened to consume us entirely. I knew that I needed to bridge the gap between us, and find a way to mend what had been broken.

It would be impossible with Kora still in his ear, insisting that the way we had always done things was wrong.

Days

ays turned into weeks, and the pack thrived under my ironclad rule. Every corner of our territory bore the mark of my meticulous efforts to rebuild and restore order. Yet, the hollow ache within me persisted, a relentless companion in the darkest hours of solitude. The burdens of leadership, once a source of strength, now mocked me with their oppressive weight.

In the quiet moments, when the moon cast its silver glow upon the land, doubts and regrets clawed at my consciousness. The dominion we exerted over the captives, the callousness that stained our souls, tormented my conscience. I tried to convince myself of the necessity of their punishment, to silence the whispers of compassion that dared to challenge my resolve. James, too, wrestled with his conflicting emotions, caught between loyalty to me and the flickering flame of empathy.

Ohe evening, as

sun dipped below the h orizon, painting the sky in hues of fiery orange and somber pink, James entered

my room with an urgency that belied his measured demeanor. His presence carried an unspoken plea, a desperate call to reconsider the path we had taken. We were two tormented souls burdened by the consequences of our choices.

“Luna An nalise,” James began, his voice heavy with apprehension. “I believe we should reconsider the conditions of the captives in the traitors’ cave.”

I turned to face him, my gaze piercing through his façade of loyalty. Weariness clung to my voice as I demanded an explanation. “Explain yourself, James:

James took a shuddering breath, his voice betraying the weight of his confession. Their conditions have deteriorated, Luna,” he confessed, his tone filled with guilt and sorrow. “One of the captives has succumbed to his injuries. We did what we could, but… he did not make it.”

Regret surged through me, overwhelming the icy veneer of indifference I had carefully crafted. The realization that our

had resulted in such irreversible loss sent tremors of anguish through my soul, But I swiftly smothered my vulnerability, tightening my grip on power, refusing to let it sl*p through my fingers.

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“They brought this upon themselves,” I said, the resentment seeping into my voice, concealing the flickering embers of doubt within. They chose to follow my son and betray their own kind. They deserve whatever fate befalls them.”

James bowed his head, his voice a mere whisper, heavy with unease. “Of course, Luna. Your will shall be done.”

As he exited the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts, the weight of my decisions settled upon my shoulders once more. Loneliness wrapped around me like a vengeful specter, its icy grip tightening with each passing day-

I couldn’t help but question whether my thirst for power had transformed me into the very ruler I despised-a leader driven by ruthless ambition and a distorted sense of righteousness, sacrificing compassion at every turn.

The echoes of Mason’s laughter and the warmth of his embrace haunted my thoughts, each memory entwined with the bitter resentment that had taken root within me. How had we come to this point? How had the bond between mother and son, once unbreakable, been reduced to shards of shattered trust and broken promises?

I rose from my seat and approached the window, the moonlight casting a pallid glow upon my weary form. My reflection stared back at me, eyes filled with determination and regret. In the depths of my heart, I knew that the path to redemption, for both myself and the fractured relationship with Mason, would be treacherous and uncertain.

But as the wind whispered through the trees, carrying the distant howl of a lone wolf, I clung to a fragile glimmer of hope. A hope that one day, the wounds of the past would heal, and the bond between mother and son would find a way to transcend the darkness that had engulfed us.

And so, I vowed to carry the weight of my solitude, to confront the shadows that threatened to consume me, and to seek a path that would lead to reconciliation and redemption. The journey ahead would be arduous and challenging, demanding sacrifices I had never imagined.

I did not know what the Goddess has in store for me and my pack, but I know the journey won’t be easy.

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