When The Moon Hides Her Crown novel Chapter 115

“Juan, did not think you would disappoint me,”

Juan knelt on the blood–marred marble floor, his palms pressed flat against the ground, trembling under the weight of Silas’s looming presence. The room reeked of expensive cologne, fear, and blood–fresh blood, dripping from Juan’s mouth.

“I allowed you to play in this brothel,” Silas said slowly, each word laced with venom. “Play, Juan. Not become arrogant. Certainly not make me feel like crap,”

Juan coughed, blood staining his lips. “I—I didn’t mean to…”

A savage kick landed in his ribs, sending him crashing against the side pillar. He groaned, spitting another mouthful of blood onto the marble.

“You brought me the wrong she–wolf,” Silas snarled, stepping forward, grabbing Juan by the throat, and yanking him up to his knees again. “How dare you become careless in my work? How dare you act so fucking bold?”

“H was distracted,” Juan choked out, eyes wide with terror.

Silas‘ eyes had blood, “What is the thing that distracted you that you made mistake in my work?!”

“The woman….in disguise,” Juan panted, “She was different, strong, fearless like men. Her scent…it was disguised, I swear. She’s not like the others. She came with four Alphas–powerful ones. I didn’t realize who she was at first until I saw her shifting into her wolf in the camera installed in the room and she killed a twice strong dominating Alpha!”

Silas froze. “Disguised?” he echoed. “And came from the Alphas of the Lupine academy?”

Juan nodded frantically.

A dark smile curved on Silas’s lips, not of amusement, but curiosity—a hunter sensing something rare and precious nearby. He turned toward the massive window overlooking the outer ring of the underground complex.

There, across the balcony, his eyes locked with Ronan.

Even from a distance, the Alpha’s presence pierced like a blade. His posture was tense, his chest heaving with fury, his eyes scanning for blood and vengeance. The sheer dominance rolling off him made Silas’s pupils narrowed as the monster within him stirred.

“Is he one of them? Silas asked without turning around, his voice now deathly calm.

Juan nodded shakily from behind, “Yes, one of the Alphas. I believe he’s the one most desperate for her.”

Sas didn’t respond for a moment. His gaze remained locked on Ronan, studying him, reading the storm behind his silence. The monster within him stirred more violently this time

“Get me that she wolf in disguise, Silas ordered, voice cold as winter steel, “Before they get their hands on

SERPAHINA

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even scream. My limbs were unresponsive, my mind heavy, like I was being pinned beneath invisible chains. The gas still lingered in my blood, inaking everything stow, foggy wrong. But the memory of what that Alpha did to me roared through my mind with every terntying detail. His disgusting touch on my breasts. Hle Weight on me, his hand sliding up my thigh and forcefully separating them, his teeth biting my neck growling (dth as I struggled suffocated me.

Chapter 115 Fear

I had taken down men twice as powerful as him but for the first time when I was going to be ruined by a man my fear took over and my body didn’t obey. Every memory of his sick smile, remarks added another layer of fear inside me.

I was a prisoner inside myself. The worst part wasn’t even him. It was the she–wolves screaming in the rooms around me, their voices broken, shredded, lifeless. Their begging for mercy was followed by noises of abuse. I could hear them cry, beg, whimper, and then fall silent. One by one. I knew what the silence meant. I knew what came after the silence. I was seconds away from becoming just another ruined soul added to the list. I was seconds away from losing everything that made me me, until Phina took me over.

Dropping the disguise that we had over our life, she tore out the Alpha’s intestines. His face was destroyed beyond recognition until the gas filled the room forcing Phina to retrieve. I fell on the ground in torn clothes that barely covered me. Even in that state of forced unconsciousness, the brothel owner every touch over my breast, shattered another layer of my happy life as a woman.

I didn’t know how long I stayed in that half–conscious state, trapped between nightmares and reality. I couldn’t tell what was memory and what was hallucination. It didn’t matter. All of it hurt. All of it felt real. The man I killed, the Alpha who nearly forced himself inside me, his blood still clung to me in my mind, on my chest, on my soul. Still even that victory didn’t erase the humiliation, the terror. I wasn’t just shaken, I was shattered. For the first time in my life, I had been truly powerless. No amount of combat training or Alpha pride could’ve saved me from what was done, or almost done, to me.

Then cold water slammed into my face like a slap, shocking me from whatever twisted in–between world I had been trapped in. I gasped, choking on it, coughing violently as my vision swam. My body jerked, spasmed. Air filled my lungs like it was the first breath I’d taken in years. My eyes opened, and all I could see was a blurred figure standing above me. A man. Not the Alpha from before, another rogue.

He stared down at me like I was garbage someone left on his doorstep. “Wake up,” he snapped, slapping me hard forcing me to open my eyes wide, “Keep your eyes open. You’re gonna watch this or it’s not fun.”

My throat burned too much. My body still hadn’t caught up with my mind. I was awake, but not free. Not even close. That was when I realized what he was doing, he was undressing. Right in front of me. Peeling his shirt off. Undoing his belt. My stomach dropped. My skin crawled. I couldn’t breathe again. Not this. Not again. He smirked like it was a game.

“Yeah, that’s right. Look at me,” he smirked, dropping his pants to the floor.

Fear took over my entire body. I forced Phina out. I had to fight. I had to kill. I had to…but Phina just could not. She was in worse condition than I was from having to heal me from the gas. I could not shift.

I forced my body to move, to crawl away even an inch. With my nails scratching the cold wet floor, I was trying to crawl away when the rogue’s hand shot out to grab my hair, “Come here, bitch!” he dragged me back and before I could protest, I was pinned down by his weight.

“NO!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as he forced my legs apart.

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