The Alpha's Stolen Luna
Chapter 35: Like A Queen

Chapter 35: Like A Queen

Camilla

I can’t believe this. For a moment, I actually felt excited.

That bitch is finally gone—traded off like a worthless trinket to Alpha Arcanis. But now, he’s dead, and that whore has been taken by the Lycan King’s loyal servant.

What a fucking joke.

Still, I suppose there’s a silver lining. The very thought of that word—silver—makes me wince. Goddess, how I’ve hated her all these years. And now, at last, she’s gone.

I don’t care anymore. I don’t care that she wasn’t slaughtered like I had planned. I don’t care that Alpha Magnus of the Blood Moon Pack took her in for whatever twisted reason. I don’t care. As long as she never sets foot in my pack house again, she can rot in a ditch or become the next queen for all I care.

As long as no one traces the rogue attack back to me...

Damien, however, is affected by her absence, and watching him suffer? That—that is something I fucking enjoy.

Ever since he got the news that Kaya was taken by Magnus, he’s been sulking like he actually lost his true mate. But all I see is a pathetic man mourning the loss of a tight cunt to fuck. Two cunts, actually—after all, Shelly is gone too.

I get it. It’s frustrating. Now he finally knows what it feels like. And he fucking deserves it.

Still, I force myself to be patient. I wait, biding my time, watching him, knowing he’ll make a mistake—one stupid move. And when he does, I’ll be ready.

Because I will get my pack back. And when I do, nothing will stand in my way.

The moment Damien learned that Kaya had been taken to Blood Moon, he wasted no time filing a request to meet Alpha Magnus. Naturally, his request was denied. And we all know what would happen if Damien dared to set foot on Magnus’s territory without permission.

So, he did exactly what I expected—he appealed to the King instead. And, of course, he was denied once again.

And now... Damien is gone too.

I told him he was a fool for letting himself get so worked up over two whores, but he wouldn’t listen. His obsession has cast a heavy tension over the pack, poisoning the air. The male wolves understand his frustration—to an extent—but there are far more pressing matters demanding his attention right now.

For example, Alpha Arcanis’s pack. A pack that now belongs to us. Or rather, to him. Not that I care.

This morning, as Damien’s car disappeared down the road toward Arcanis’s territory, I could no longer contain my bliss.

Finally, I am alone.

The sole alpha worthy of ruling this pack. The true alpha. My pack.

Now, I stand on the balcony of my study, overlooking Dark Wood’s territory like a queen surveying her kingdom.

And in a way, I am a queen. And it’s time I ruled like one.

As I walk through the alpha’s floor, my gaze sweeps over the omega servants, their hands raw from scrubbing the floors and walls with brushes and sponges. They started the moment Damien left—on my orders.

A proper cleansing. A fresh start.

Because this pack no longer belongs to him. It belongs to me. I will make it happen.

I want every trace of him erased.

And more importantly... I want every trace of her gone.

This is how my father taught me to handle things—subtly, quietly, piece by piece. You don’t destroy your enemies in one grand gesture; you erase them bit by bit. You eliminate the small details first, slowly wiping away their presence until, one day, your packmates wake up and realize he never truly belonged here in the first place.

Because he doesn’t belong here. He never has.

As I move down the hallway, the soft echo of footsteps reaches my ears a moment before his scent does—Beta John Chassard. One of Damien’s most loyal lapdogs. His family used to serve mine before they bent the knee to Damien.

He thinks he’s here to spy on me. But I know how to turn the tables.

"You wanted to see me, Luna," he says, his dark brown eyes flicking briefly toward the maids scrubbing the floors.

"I did," I answer smoothly, gesturing for him to follow me. I lead him back to my office, closing the door behind us.

"Sit," I command.

He obeys without hesitation.

I take my own seat, studying him for a moment before I speak again. "I need you to do something for me," I say, my voice calm but deliberate. "Consider it a research project—one that must remain strictly between you and me."

A flicker of curiosity lights his gaze, his brow twitching slightly. "I’m listening."

I allow myself a subtle smile. He’s trying to stay composed, but I can already see his mind turning, wondering what I could possibly want from him.

"I need you to retrieve every piece of paperwork Damien has handled since the moment he became Alpha of this pack," I say smoothly. "Every single document."

John stiffens. "But Luna, I—"

"And I also need you to gather all the necessary information regarding divorce," I cut him off, my voice sharp as steel. My cold gaze locks onto his, unyielding, as my wolf stirs within me, stepping forward just enough to assert dominance. A silent warning. A test to see if he dares challenge me again.

"Divorce? That’s..."

I arch a brow, my expression unimpressed. "What?" My tone drips with quiet challenge, letting him know his disbelief is both unwelcome and misplaced.

John hesitates, his lips pressing into a tight line before he finally speaks. "With all due respect, Luna, I don’t think I can do that without informing Alpha Damien."

I barely suppress a scoff. His loyalty to Damien is admirable—pathetic, but admirable.

Instead of answering right away, I let a slow, knowing smile curve my lips as I lean forward just enough for him to see the flicker of darkness in my eyes. My voice drops to a near growl.

"When Alpha Damien is not here, you obey your Luna," I remind him smoothly. "And if you suddenly find my orders unreasonable, then perhaps you’d be better off rebelling all you like outside this pack. As a rogue."

My wolf snarls, the deep, guttural sound curling in my throat like a warning. I can feel the shift in him—the slight tremor, the way his own beast recoils in submission.

John swallows hard, his defiance crumbling like dry leaves underfoot. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter, his tone properly subdued.

"No. I will do it. I will handle it, Luna."

"Good."