His Luna Was Never Me - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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Ronan didn't lift a finger to stop her. Adeline's lips curled into a vicious smirk as she raised her hand and struck me—once, twice—her nails raking across my cheek, leaving behind stinging trails of blood. Then, like flipping a switch, she turned to Ronan with a pitiful pout, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Alpha, what should we do? I hurt Anastasia."
Ronan just scoffed, unmoved. "She deserved it. You're too soft, Adeline. After what she did to you?"
The guards loosened their grip, and I collapsed to the floor, my body throbbing from the hits and the hard landing. When I finally dragged my gaze up to meet Ronan's, my eyes burned with fury. But his next words sent a fresh wave of rage crashing through me.
"Anastasia," he commanded, voice sharp as a blade, "you owe Adeline an apology."
Owe her? The absurdity of it choked me. She was the one who'd spread poison about my son, Kieran. The injustice coiled inside me, twisting into something white-hot. My laugh was venomous. "In your dreams. I hate you."
For the first time, I looked at him without a trace of the love that had once lived in my heart. All that remained was hate—cold, unshakable.
Something flickered in his expression—annoyance, maybe, but edged with something softer. "Anastasia," he said, voice lowering, "just listen to me. I can give you anything. I'll be there for your son. I'll even make you my Luna."
The words were a sick joke. Once, I'd dreamed of standing beside him, wearing the title of Luna with pride. But reality had been different—while I'd hidden in the shadows, he'd flaunted Adeline as his true mate, his equal in front of the packs. I'd been nothing. A secret. And now, when I didn't want it, he dangled it like bait.
My cheek still burned from Adeline's slap, but I refused to flinch. Instead, I met his gaze head-on, voice steady. "Save it, Alpha. We're done."
Shock flashed in his eyes—like my rejection was unthinkable.
A slow, mocking smirk twisted his lips. "What's this? Not begging for my attention anymore? Not using your son as an excuse to crawl back to me?"
Before I could snap back, Adeline cut in, her voice sickly sweet. "Anastasia, stop lying to Alpha Ronan. If Kieran were really dying, why would you be here alone?"
That was it. My patience shattered. "Shut your mouth! You don't get to say his name!"
Adeline's face crumpled into fake hurt, but her eyes gleamed with triumph. "Fine, I won't mention him again," she murmured, all false innocence. "Don't be mad at me, Anastasia."
Her crocodile tears didn't fool me. But Ronan, provoked by my outburst, let out a cold laugh. He took his time pulling out his phone, savoring the moment like a predator toying with its prey.
With a smirk, he dialed and put the call on speaker. His voice was ice. "Beta Magnus, dig up everything on Anastasia's son. If he's in the infirmary, cut off his treatment. Now."
The air turned thick, suffocating. He watched me, waiting for me to break.
I didn't. I just smiled—bitter, defiant.
Then Beta Magnus's voice crackled through the speaker, dropping a bomb neither of us saw coming.
"Alpha Ronan… Kieran's gone. He died the day after you disappeared."
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Ronan just scoffed, unmoved. "She deserved it. You're too soft, Adeline. After what she did to you?"
The guards loosened their grip, and I collapsed to the floor, my body throbbing from the hits and the hard landing. When I finally dragged my gaze up to meet Ronan's, my eyes burned with fury. But his next words sent a fresh wave of rage crashing through me.
"Anastasia," he commanded, voice sharp as a blade, "you owe Adeline an apology."
Owe her? The absurdity of it choked me. She was the one who'd spread poison about my son, Kieran. The injustice coiled inside me, twisting into something white-hot. My laugh was venomous. "In your dreams. I hate you."
For the first time, I looked at him without a trace of the love that had once lived in my heart. All that remained was hate—cold, unshakable.
Something flickered in his expression—annoyance, maybe, but edged with something softer. "Anastasia," he said, voice lowering, "just listen to me. I can give you anything. I'll be there for your son. I'll even make you my Luna."
The words were a sick joke. Once, I'd dreamed of standing beside him, wearing the title of Luna with pride. But reality had been different—while I'd hidden in the shadows, he'd flaunted Adeline as his true mate, his equal in front of the packs. I'd been nothing. A secret. And now, when I didn't want it, he dangled it like bait.
My cheek still burned from Adeline's slap, but I refused to flinch. Instead, I met his gaze head-on, voice steady. "Save it, Alpha. We're done."
Shock flashed in his eyes—like my rejection was unthinkable.
A slow, mocking smirk twisted his lips. "What's this? Not begging for my attention anymore? Not using your son as an excuse to crawl back to me?"
Before I could snap back, Adeline cut in, her voice sickly sweet. "Anastasia, stop lying to Alpha Ronan. If Kieran were really dying, why would you be here alone?"
That was it. My patience shattered. "Shut your mouth! You don't get to say his name!"
Adeline's face crumpled into fake hurt, but her eyes gleamed with triumph. "Fine, I won't mention him again," she murmured, all false innocence. "Don't be mad at me, Anastasia."
Her crocodile tears didn't fool me. But Ronan, provoked by my outburst, let out a cold laugh. He took his time pulling out his phone, savoring the moment like a predator toying with its prey.
With a smirk, he dialed and put the call on speaker. His voice was ice. "Beta Magnus, dig up everything on Anastasia's son. If he's in the infirmary, cut off his treatment. Now."
The air turned thick, suffocating. He watched me, waiting for me to break.
I didn't. I just smiled—bitter, defiant.
Then Beta Magnus's voice crackled through the speaker, dropping a bomb neither of us saw coming.
"Alpha Ronan… Kieran's gone. He died the day after you disappeared."
This version keeps the intensity and key plot points while making the dialogue and narration flow more naturally. Let me know if you'd like any further tweaks!
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