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The Alpha’s Borrowed Luna
Chapter 167
I sat on the window seat, watching the stars emerge in the twilight sky. My mother had visited earlier, her concern for me almost smothering after learning about Kaius’s Lycan nature. Though we’d reconciled, there remained an unspoken tension between us–her fear for my safety battling with my determination to stand by Kalus
The silver pistol lay beside me, its weight a constant reminder of promises made. Three days had passed since Kaius had returned and given me the weapon. Three days of him watching me with a mixture of love and dread, sleeping at the edge of our bed as if afraid his proximity might trigger another transformation.
I ran my fingers over the cool metal. The gun represented everything I feared–not Kaius hurting me, but me hurting him.
A slight movement in the garden below caught my eye. I leaned closer to the window, squinting to make out shapes in the growing darkness. Something didn’t feel right. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, a primitive warning system I’d learned not to ignore.
I reached for the gun, tucking it into the waistband of my pants. Probably nothing, but Kaius’s warnings echoed in my mind. Better safe than sorry.
The window exploded inward.
Glass rained around me as a dark figure crashed through, sending me sprawling across the floor. Before I could recover, strong hands gripped my throat, pinning me against the wall. Through the haze of shock and breathlessness, I registered a masked face, eyes glinting with malice.
Not Kaius. Not a Lycan transformation. Something–someone–else.
The realization that this was a deliberate attack, not an accident of nature, cleared my mind instantly. I reached for the gun, but my attacker saw the movement and slammed my wrist against the wall, sending waves of pain up my arm. The gun clattered to the floor, sliding across the room.
More shapes appeared at the shattered window–two, maybe three figures climbing through. They wore dark clothes, faces obscured by masks, moving with coordinated precision that spoke of training.
“Don’t make a sound,” my attacker growled, tightening his grip on my throat.
The gun lay just beyond reach, mocking me with its uselessness. Kaits had been right about the danger, wrong about the source. Not himself, but outsiders.
As spots danced before my eyes from lack of oxygen, something shifted inside me. A strength I hadn’t known I possessed flooded my limbs. I wasn’t the same frightened Omega who’d arrived at Ravenhollow all those months ago. I was Queen Luna now, mate to the Alpha King, guardian of the pack.
And I refused to die in my own bedroom.
I brought my knee up hard between my attacker’s legs. As he doubled over in pain, I twisted free of his grip, diving for the gun. My fingers closed around the handle just as another attacker lunged for me.
I rolled onto my back, the gun pointed steadily at the advancing figures. “Don’t you dare take another step closer,” I warned, my voice raspy but firm.
They hesitated, clearly surprised by my resistance. The moment of uncertainty was all I needed.
The leader recovered, gesturing to his companions. “Get her; she won’t shoot,” he commanded.
I squeezed the trigger.
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The report was deafening in the confined space. My attacker stumbled backward, clutching his chest where a growing stain spread across his dark clothing. His companions froze, shock evident in the posture. I kept the gun trained on them, finger still on the trigger.
The wounded man fell to his knees, looking up at me with disbelief. Pl… Please…” he gasped.
I didn’t wait to hear what he wanted. I fired again, the bullet finding its mark with an accuracy that surprised even me. He collapsed, blood pooling beneath him on the hardwood floor I’d walked across barefoot just hours ago.
The remaining attackers scrambled back toward the window, clearly reassessing the risk of their mission. I fired again, missing as they disappeared into the night.
The door burst open behind me. I whirled, the gun still raised, to find Kaius in the doorway, Frost close behind him. Kaius’s eyes widened at the sight of me–gun in hand, blood splattered across my clothes, a dead man at my feet.
“Wait outside,” Kaius ordered Frost, his voice dangerously low.
Frost hesitated for only a moment before stepping back, closing the door behind him.
“Elowen, are you alright?” Kaius approached cautiously, his gaze darting between me and the body on the floor.
I tried to answer but found I couldn’t speak. The adrenaline that had carried me through the attack was fading, leaving me shaking and light–headed. The gun felt impossibly heavy in my hand.
Kaius gently took the weapon from my trembling fingers, setting it aside before pulling me into his arms. I pressed against him, breathing in his scent, letting his warmth anchor me to reality.
“There were others,” I managed to say. “They got away.”
His body tensed, his eyes darkening as he scanned the room. For a moment, I thought I glimpsed a flicker of black in their amber depths.
“Take her away,” he said, and Frost appeared instantly at the door, as if he’d been waiting for just those words.
“No, Kaius, wait-” I began, but he was already turning away, his focus on the dead intruder and the shattered window where the others had escaped.
Frost lifted me into his arms, ignoring my protests as he carried me from the room. The last thing I saw was Kaius standing over the body, his expression shifted into something primal and dangerous.
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