Chapter 210: Before You Come
Beta Theon’s shoulders, though squared with defiance, couldn’t fully mask the tension coiling beneath his skin. He was outnumbered, outranked—and worst of all, he had dared to summon this meeting.
He glanced at the two conspicuously empty thrones sitting next to each other at the far end of the circle—Luna Reana’s throne, carved from obsidian and etched with the Black Moon sigil – a blackened moon eclipsed by a clawed paw, three jagged scars slashing through its center.
Beside it sat Alpha Snow’s throne, forged from red iron and bone, with a red wolf sigil.
The last empty throne, sitting in between two Alphas, belonged to Alpha Killian of the West Wood Pack, but since he was no longer an Alpha, his seat was vacant until the next Alpha was picked. Today.
However, no one cared about Beta Theon and Malric right now. All eyes were focused on Luna Reana’s throne.
"She dares insult this council?" growled Alpha Hargan, his deep voice echoing. "First, she refused to step down—and now she doesn’t even show up?"
"She plays Alpha," Alpha Ronan scoffed. "But forgets what she truly is. A Luna. A woman. That seat she’s occupying should have been filled the day she was crowned."
"And yet it stays empty," muttered Alpha Varun. "Like her womb, no doubt."
The table erupted in cruel laughter.
"She rejected five worthy Alphas," spat Alpha Dren of the Stone Claw Pack. "Even Killian, who would’ve given her a proper pack bond. And now—what? She rendered him useless, publicly humiliates him, then tries to hand his title to a half blue-blood Beta?"
"That’s treason," Hargan snarled. "She wants to absorb West Wood Pack into her banner. Make the Black Moon Pack the center of our politics. All under a female Alpha?" He slammed his fist on the table. "Unnatural. Unacceptable!"