The Luna’s Choice

Chapter 241

Chapter 91: Ayla

A slight whisper rippled through the crowd but died down quickly, waiting for me to continue.

“I am the daughter of Jacob Dominis, Alpha of the Onyxcrown pack,” I stated. “Twenty-seven years

ago, the Dominis family was targeted by a secret organization calling themselves the Waar P ak

Society. They attacked and destroyed my father’s pack. But the decimation and disbandment of the

Onyxcrown pack wasn’t enough for them. And they have been coming after the survivors and their

families ever since. They have sought to kill me and recruit others to their cause. A cause that

threatens our way of life.”

I stepped back, placing myself between Malcolm and Amy who were both chained to the floor.

“Malcolm Neal of the Moonshadow pack has been tried and found guilty of numerous crimes against

multiple packs, including treason, attempted murder, and murder,” I called out. “His sentence is death

and will be carried out forthwith.”

“No,” Amy screamed angrily. “You filthy bit ch. I swear I’ll finish…” She was cut off by a rough blow to

the face by Mina.

“Amy Centrella of the Greytooth pack,” I continued to address the assembly, “has confessed to the Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

attempted assassination of myself and the murder of the pup I was carrying. For her crimes, she will

also be punished here tonight.

An angry scream began to come from Amy but the look I gave her retreating. My choice of words

sinking in. She looked to Malcolm, desperately pulling at her bonds trying to reach him as she cried and

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begged. Malcolm looked back at her with both disgust and pain.

“Unchain him,” I told Briggs.

He hesitated for a second in surprise but obliged. Once the chains fell to the ground I faced him

completely. This wouldn’t be pleasant. I wouldn’t find joy in what I was about to do. I wondered if I could

even do it.

Dasha came forward. Standing with me to give me the strength and power I needed. Malcolm saw her

flash in my eyes and swallowed hard.

“Malcolm Neal,” I put the full force of my ability into the command, “give me your heart.”

His eyes widened. There was no question behind the intent of my command. No confusion about some

hidden meaning. He instantly started to fight against his own body. His face turning red as he struggled

to stop his hand from raising. His movements were slow from the conflict and I knew he could die from

the effort of denying the command alone.

But he wouldn’t.

The energy bursting from me was enough to know he wouldn’t win. My command was stronger than his

own instinct to survive. I directed that energy at him entirely.

Finally, he shredded the fabric of his shirt away and his screams filled the air as his claws pierced his

chest. The sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh echoed as the scent of blood filled the air. With a

final jerk, he ripped his arm from his chest. The power of my command keeping his body upright long

enough for him to present the org an to

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It was a terrifying and gruesome scene lasting only as second before his lifeless body crumpled to the

floor. His heart pitching across the platform and landing conveniently in front of Amy. Her voice returned

to her and she screamed out in agony.

Whether I should have or not, I found solace in the sound. I met Theo’s eyes and knew he felt it too.

I returned my attention to Amy.

“Pick it up,” I commanded.

Her head snapped up with a look of horror, but she didn’t fight the command. She clasped it in her

hands as she knelt on the cold ground.

“Get up.” I told her. But it wasn’t a command.

She looked back at me with a look of pure hatred and I raised on eyebrow. It was hard to care if she

died on her knees but I knew I needed to cling to the small part of me that was still good enough to let

her die with a shred of dignity.

Instead of suffering another command, Amy pushed herself to her feet. Theo was standing behind her.

I looked to him and nodded once,

Kieran flashed in his eyes as his claws extended. With speed and precision, he tore across Amy’s

throat. She fell and the life drained from her eyes as she clutched the heart of her mate to her chest.

A sense of completion passed through our mate bond. The pain of our loss was still there, of course.

But the nightmare that had caused it was over. We could face learning to live with it.