His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 100

NATHAN

THE END OF

“Are we still taking the oath or not?” Kizziah interrupts, his voice trembling slightly as he breaks the tense moment between the hybrid leader and his mate.

The pair’s gaze shifts toward him, momentarily annoyed. They seem almost affectionate with each other—an odd, disconcerting sight for a rogue hybrid and normal she-wolf. Albeit sophisticated.

But I don’t care about their relationship. I need to get out of these cuffs, find my mate, and warn her people before it's too late.

“What oath?” The woman’s eyes narrow, looking from her lover to Kizziah.

“He knows who this is,” the hybrid says, jabbing a finger in my direction.

She gasps when she sees us. Her gaze sharpens in recognition. Her face goes pale before she whirls to face her lover

Her reaction confirms it—she knows me. But from where?

“What is he doing here?” She shrieks, a tremor of panic in her voice. “How did you even get him here?! What the hell is wrong with you?”

The hybrid leader raises a hand. “Calm down, my love. He was trespassing.” His voice is calm, unbothered by her outburst.

“You have to also let him go! Do you know who he is? If they find out he is here, they will come after us,” she reels out, gripping the front of her lover’s shirt.

“If he is important to them, then he is our best shot at…” the hybrid starts explaining but Kizziah interrupts again, his voice edging into desperation.

“Can we get on with this? I don’t have all day. Are we doing this or not?”

“Shut up!” the hybrid leader snarls, spinning on him. “My mate and I are having a conversation.”

Mates. She’s mate with a hybrid rogue? As if she read my mind, our eyes clash and she quickly looks away. But I saw the emotions in those grey eyes.

“Either that or the deal is off!” Kizziah threatens. A stupid move.

I glance at Alex, and we exchange a look. Threatening an alpha, especially a rogue hybrid, on his own territory and in front of his mate, is a death wish. Kizziah just signed his.

Before Kizziah can react, the hybrid leader grabs him by the throat, slamming him against the wall with a bone-rattling thud. “Don’t ever threaten me again,” the hybrid growls, his voice like gravel, his eyes dark with fury.

Kizziah chokes, clawing at the hybrid’s wrist, his feet kicking weakly. “I-I have what you need!” he gasps.

“Maybe you do.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know as much as I do,” The woman steps forward, her voice almost casual, sweet even, as she approaches Kizziah.

“You don’t know what I know,” Kizziah struggles to speak.

“Oh, I do,” she glances at me, her lips curling into a smug smile. “I know enough to make you no longer needed. I know he’s Princess Amerie’s mate.”

My stomach drops. Alex stiffens beside me, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Jessica… is a princess?

De Santos… He said her name wasn’t Jessica, that it had been changed. Could it really be? My mind races.

“You didn’t know, of course.” The woman coos, tilting her head at me, a sick smile on her face. “It’s true. Your precious Jessica is none other than Princess Amerie.”

Kizziah thrashes in the hybrid’s grip, but his strength is no match for the fingers wrapped around his neck. “We had a deal.”

“Deal’s off. My mate has told me what I need to know. Thanks…”

“Please,” Kizziah manages to choke out, his voice ragged, his hands grasping the wrist of the man. “My son…”

“Your son will die like you,” the hybrid growls like the mad animal he is. And with one swift motion, he slashes Kizziah’s throat. Blood spurts from the wound, and Kizziah’s body convulses before crumpling to the floor.

I swallow hard, my breath catching as I watch Kizziah’s last moments. He manages to crawl to me and grabs the hem of leg of my jeans. His eyes find mine, wide and desperate. He’s trying to say something. I lean forward, catching his final, gurgled word: “Saul.”

Taking one final breath, his head falls flat on my feet, with his hands still clutching my jeans.

His message is clear. Save my son.

The hybrid leader wipes his bloodstained fingers on his shirt, casting a glance at Kizziah’s body. “Throw him to the crocs in the river,” he orders his men in a cold voice. “And find his son.”

They drag Kizziah’s lifeless form out of the room. The stench of blood lingers, thick in the air. I struggle against my cuffs, my wrists burning as the silver bites into my skin. My head spins with the weight of everything—Jessica, Amerie, Kizziah’s death, and now Saul.

I know I should feel an ounce of relief at Kizziah’s demise and his son’s impending doom, but I don’t.

But there’s no time to process any of it. The hybrid leader turns to me, a twisted grin on his face. “Now, back to you,” he says, wiping his hands as if preparing for a new project. “You’re now the key, Alpha. The missing piece I need to solve all my problems.”

“You’re delusional,” I spit, narrowing my eyes at him. “The king doesn’t even know me.”

“But his daughter does,” the woman cuts in, her voice smug. “And she has him wrapped around her little finger. Like she has since she was born.”

Her smile widens as she steps closer, her gaze predatory. “You want to know how I know?” She tilts her head, her eyes gleaming. “I was the one who took her from the pack. Princess Amerie—or should I say, Jessica. I was the one that gave her to Kizziah.”

She walks back to her mate. “He thought she was going to be useful for him and his son, but…” she clicks her tongue. “I deceived him. His son would never have been able to mate with her. Her wolf would never appear, because I locked that part of her up. Put a block up there…” she points to her head. “She would never shift into her wolf. Unless her real mate appears which unfortunately happened.”

My fists clench tight, rage boiling over as I pull against the cuffs. The pain from the silver is nothing compared to the fury roaring through my veins. “I’ll kill you,” I manage to let out.

She giggles, tilting her head as if amused by my threat. “Oh, I’m sure you want to. But what if I told you something more interesting, hmm?”

She leans back on her mate’s shoulder, smirking. “I was the one who altered Sasha’s appearance at the party. Made her look just like Amerie. It was fun, watching you try to figure it all out.”

A growl rips from my throat as I yank against the chains, fury blinding me. But it’s no use. I’m still bound, still powerless, while she taunts me with the truth.

“Everything is falling into place,” she says with a laugh. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”

“You’re a genius, my love,” her mate praises her, both of them making me sick at the PDA.

“That’s why you love me,” she coos.

“And I will make you my queen the minute we destroy that damn alpha and his pack.,” he says back and they start to kiss.

I almost throw up in disgust.

I have to find a way to warn Jessica…no Amerie.