Refuse To Be One of His Thirty Luna Candidates novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10 

Elysia’s POV 

One month later. 

A video clip spread through the werewolf world. 

“Blackmoon Alpha Damon Blackmoon was found passed out drunk in the snow last night, muttering to himself, ‘I’ve lost Elysia for good’…” 

I turned off the news and held my baby closer. 

My son. 

Adrian’s son. 

A pure-blooded Alpha, so powerful that every wolf in the pack could feel his presence. 

“He’ll be the strongest Alpha,” Adrian whispered, kissing my forehead. “Just as strong as his mother.” 

Knock, knock, knock- 

A knock at the door interrupted our peaceful moment. 

“Luna, you have a visitor,” the maid’s voice was nervous. 

The door swung open, and Lydia swept in. 

She was just as pregnant as I, draped in a gown so lavish it was absurd for a casual visit, and clutching a certificate like a trophy. 

“Congratulations, Elysia,” her voice was sickeningly sweet. “A mother at last.” 

I glanced at her belly. 

Eight months along. 

“What do you want?” 

“Business, of course,” she held up the certificate. “I wanted you to see this.” 

It was an official mate bond certificate from the Werewolf Council. 

Her name and Damon’s were on it. 

“I’m the official Luna of the Blackmoon Pack now,” she smiled smugly. “And you… you used so many of our pack’s resources over the years…’ 

She paused, greed flashing in her eyes. 

“It’s time to settle your accounts.” 

“Accounts?” Adrian frowned. 

“Of course,” Lydia said matter-of-factly. “Elysia lived in the Blackmoon Pack for six years. She needs to pay for the six years of 

resources she consumed. It’s only fair, don’t you think?” 

She produced a list. 

“A total of thirty million gold coins.” 

I looked at the number and laughed. 

“Thirty million?” 

“That’s right,” Lydia puffed out her chest. “And that’s with a discount.” 

“Fine,” I nodded. “I’ll pay it.” 

Lydia’s eyes lit up. 

“Really?” 

“Of course. But…” my tone shifted. “If we’re settling accounts, let’s be thorough.” 

“This,” I said, my voice like ice, “is an itemized invoice for strategic services rendered to the Blackmoon Pack.” I began to read. “The Northern Trade Route: an annual profit of fifty million. The Eastern Quarry Development: a total value of eighty million. 

The Southern Alliance Treaty: valued at one hundred and twenty million…” 

Lydia’s face started to drain of color. 

“What… what is this…” 

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