Chapter 359
Chapter 359
Ezra’s POV
Finished
The image of Damon’s body crumpled against damp earth, stripped of dignity, burned into my mind like a brand.
My Beta. Reduced to something feral. Broken. Driven to the edge of madness. When my wolf had led me to him, I hadn’t believed what I was seeing. Even now, part of me rejected it.
This wasn’t just an attack. But an insult. One that cut straight through the name of Moonclaw.
Beatrix.
The name scraped across my nerves like rusted claws. Ragnar stirred inside me, a low, vicious growl building in his chest. He didn’t want justice.
He wanted blood.
“First, she got him drunk,” Zyrelle said, her voice tight with controlled anger. “Then she lured him into a private room and forced the drug into his system. Without it, Damon would never have touched her. She knew that p>
Of course, he wouldn’t have.
Damon-who had sworn not to take a mate until Moonclaw stood unchallenged at its peak. Damon- whose loyalty was carved into bone.
“And she wasn’t acting alone,” Zyrelle continued. “A bartender assisted her. He’s already confessed. Damon fought back when she tried to force him, kicked her off p>
My jaw tightened.
Even drugged, he resisted.
“But once the Silverroot Lustvine took hold,” she continued, her voice tightening, “his wolf lost itself to the overwhelming need to mate. He ran, but she chased him relentlessly. To keep from surrendering, Damon turned on himself. He tore into his own flesh, using pain to anchor his mind and hold on to what little control he had left p>
Ragnar snarled.
I could feel the desperation, the war inside him. The instinct to claim… fighting against the will to refuse.
“Even then,” Zyrelle said, quieter now, “Beatrix didn’t stop. She was determined to p>
“Enough.” Vargan’s voice rang out like a crashing avalanche. “This is the gravest insult Moonclaw has ever suffered. To defile the blood of our honorable Beta p>
Something inside me snapped.
My vision sharpened, edges bleeding red.
10:32 am
Chapter 359
PPP.
Finished
“Where is she?” My voice dropped, cold and lethal.
Zyrelle didn’t hesitate. “Our guards have her. She’s being held outside p>
I was already moving.
The moment I stepped onto the lawn, the air shifted.
Guards parted instantly, their heads lowering as I passed. At the center of the clearing, they revealed the female.
Beatrix.
Silver chains bound her wrists, the metal biting into her skin, suppressing her wolf. Blood stained the corner of her mouth. Her face was bruised, her body forced to its knees in the dirt. Beside her, the bartender trembled.
He saw me first-and broke.
“Alpha Ezra, please!” he cried, scrambling forward before fear drove him flat against the ground. “Spare me! She forced me into it! I had no choice! She threatened to take everything from me-my work, my livelihood p>
Vargan’s boot slammed into his back, silencing him with a choked gasp.
I didn’t spare him another glance.
My focus was already locked on her.
Beatrix lifted her head.
Despite everything-despite the chains, the blood, the crushing pressure of my presence-she met my
gaze.
Her wolf flickered beneath her skin, defiant.
Delusional.
“I love your Beta, Alpha,” she said, her voice unsteady but stubbornly bold. “I didn’t think… I didn’t think he would go that far. That he would rather hurt himself than take me.” Her lips trembled. “We’ve shared drinks before. Laughed together. He never rejected me outright p>
“Whore,” Vargan said, his voice laced with lethal disdain. “Our Beta is built on honor. You are nothing but filth dressed in skin. You thought he would debase himself, sink that low, to rut with a creature like you p>
She flinched–but only for a second.
Then she straightened as much as the chains allowed.
“He hasn’t found his mate yet,” she shot back, reckless now. “And how do you know I’m not the one? It’s not impossible p>
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10:32 am Ppp.
Chapter 359
Her eyes burned with obsession.
SA
Finished
“I didn’t act without reason. I felt his wolf growing restless, driven, searching for its mate. It was the Moon’s fertility phase. That pull, that hunger…” her lips curved faintly, almost feverish, “I knew it was me he was searching for. So I led him straight to me p>
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