The Divorce Alpha Club

Chapter 6 – The Moon’s Truth

NORA POV

I didn’t know what I expected to feel standing inside his mansion again. Maybe rage. Maybe heartbreak. Maybe even fear.

But I felt none of it.

I felt… clarity.

Everything that had ever hurt me in this place—every word left unsaid, every glance that felt like a knife—had sharpened me. What I felt now was cold, steely resolve.

“I’m not here for closure,” I told Darius, stepping past him into the room.

Zara leaned against the far wall with her arms crossed, gaze calculating. There was a flicker of something between her and Darius—tension, history, something I’d explore later.

“Then why are you here?” Darius asked carefully.

“To warn you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re warning me?”

“You may not care about the war that’s coming,” I said, stepping closer, “but you’re in the center of it whether you want to be or not.”

He gave a dry laugh. “I’ve always been in the center. That’s what it means to be born into this bloodline.”

“No,” I said. “That’s what it means to be too blind to see past your own ego.”

Darius’s eyes flared with insult, but before he could speak, Zara cut in.

“She’s right. The alphas are aligning. And not behind you.”

He looked between us. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” I said, voice rising with purpose, “that if we don’t work together—right now—we’re all going to lose everything.”

DARIUS POV

He didn’t trust easily.

Especially not Nora. Not after what he’d done to her. And not with Zara feeding her just enough of the truth to keep Darius painted as the villain.

But her eyes… they were clear. No longer clouded by desperation or longing. She had become something else entirely.

He hated that he admired it.

“What exactly do you think I can do, Nora?” he asked, folding his arms. “Your Divorce Alpha Club seems to be doing just fine without me.”

“Don’t play dumb,” Zara snapped. “You know you’re the key.”

“The key to what?”

“To the prophecy,” I said softly.

His jaw tightened. “You don’t even believe in that crap.”

“I didn’t,” I admitted. “But then I found the second scroll. The one that names you.”

Darius froze. “That scroll was destroyed.”

Zara stepped forward, expression grim. “No. The first one was destroyed. The second was hidden—by your mother.”

“Before she died,” I added.

Darius turned his back to us, raking a hand through his hair. “What does it say?”

I hesitated. This was the turning point. If he believed me—believed us—we might have a shot.

“The Blood of the Betrayed and the Fire of the Rejected must unite,” I recited. “Only then can the Curse of the Mates be broken.”

There was a long silence.

Darius slowly turned back around.

“You think we’re the Blood and the Fire.”

Zara shrugged. “Makes sense, doesn’t it? She’s the rejected mate. You’re the betrayer.”

His eyes landed on me again. “You think I’m the key to fixing all of this.”

I nodded. “But not alone.”

ZARA POV

The tension between them was suffocating, so thick it could have smothered a dragon.

And it was annoying.

They were circling each other like they were still in some twisted fairy tale where a little shared trauma could bring them back together. I wanted to scream at both of them to wake up.

“This isn’t about rekindling lost love,” I snapped, walking between them. “This is about survival.”

Nora gave me a look. “We know that.”

“Do you?” I turned to her. “Because you look like you’re still debating whether or not to stab him or kiss him.”

She flushed slightly, and Darius frowned.

I smirked. “Thought so.”

“Can we not do this right now?” Nora muttered.

“We need a location,” I said, getting serious. “A neutral meeting ground. The alphas are coming for us. If we don’t take control of the narrative first, they’ll turn the prophecy into a death sentence.”

Darius nodded. “I can arrange something. The Hollow Grounds.”

Nora arched an eyebrow. “That’s sacred territory.”

“Exactly,” he said. “No one can lie on sacred soil. If we bring the alphas there, make our case, reveal the prophecy… we might have a shot.”

Zara rubbed her jaw, calculating. “You’ll need backup. They’ll smell blood if they sense weakness.”

Darius looked at me, then Nora. “Then let’s give them fire instead.”

NORA POV

By the time we left the estate, the moon was high.

Darius hadn’t tried to stop me. He hadn’t reached for my hand, hadn’t begged me to stay like the broken alpha I imagined he’d one day become.

And that—somehow—made it worse.

“You’re quiet,” Zara said beside me as we walked.

I shrugged. “Just thinking.”

“Don’t,” she said dryly. “It never ends well.”

I cracked a smile despite myself. “You’re impossible.”

She nudged me with her shoulder. “And you’re finally becoming dangerous. I like it.”

We reached the forest clearing where the rest of the club was waiting—Reya, Caden, Mei, and two new members: a mated pair who had barely survived their last alpha’s wrath. They looked terrified.

“Plans?” Reya asked.

I straightened, glancing over my shoulder at the glow of Darius’s mansion in the distance. “We call the alphas. We meet at the Hollow Grounds.”

Caden frowned. “You sure? That’s risky.”

“Everything about this is risky,” I said. “But it’s our best chance.”

Reya nodded. “Then let’s prepare for war.”

DARIUS POV

Long after they left, he sat in the dark.

The words of the prophecy echoed in his mind like a curse: The Blood of the Betrayed and the Fire of the Rejected must unite.

He poured himself a drink and stared into the fireplace. The flames offered no comfort.

He had made a thousand mistakes.

But this time, he wouldn’t let his past write his future.

He took a deep breath and pulled out the old crest of the Blackthorn line—a family seal he hadn’t touched in years.

It was time to pick a side.

And this time… he’d pick her.