Chapter 572

“Invoke The Accuser’s Gambit,” I ordered, my voice ringing with the authority of a Luna. “If Dosha wants to formally accuse the Alpha’s direct bloodline of being false, she must wager her own. When the pup is proven to be Dallas’s, Dosha will be cursed by the Moon Goddess. Her Pack will be stripped of its lands, and she will be exiled as a Rogue forever.”

The room fell dead silent.

I had just turned a biological paternity test into a lethal gamble for Dosha’s entire existence.

Dallas’s chest stopped heaving. The helpless rage in his eyes melted away, replaced by a dark, predatory gleam that sent a shiver down my spine. He pulled me down by the waist, his lips brushing my ear.

“That’s my Luna.”

Dallas POV

The adrenaline of Adella’s brilliant counter-move still hummed in my veins, but the reality of our war had settled over the VVIP suite like a heavy shroud.

It was the early hours of the morning. I sat in my wheelchair, the blue light of my laptop illuminating the darkened room. The sterile smell of antiseptics barely masked the faint, familiar scent of Adella drifting from the adjoining maternity suite where she slept.

I reviewed the encrypted Mind-Link my grandmother, Gigi, had sent to Harrison Croft hours earlier. Her Elder authority had been absolute, her voice a glacier of pure malice: Initiate Project Scorched Earth. Target: the Norton family. By sunset, I want them erased from every Pack’s history.

Ragnar, my inner wolf, rumbled with dark satisfaction. The financial and legal slaughter of Dosha’s Crimson Paw Pack had already begun. We were not fighting alone.

At exactly 2:00 AM, my Beta’s voice pierced my mind.

Alpha, Duncan Whitaker linked. Three of Dosha’s Warriors just breached the medical wing. Janitor uniforms. They’re heading for the Luna’s suite.

Let them in, I commanded coldly. I shifted my connection to Vance Decker, my Gamma, who was waiting in the concealed spaces of Adella’s room. Let them get the needle, Vance. I want them caught red-handed attempting to harm the Luna and the Alpha heir.

I switched my laptop to the live security feed. My chest tightened as the three men slipped into Adella’s room. One approached her sleeping form, a syringe gleaming under the dim emergency lights. Ragnar roared, thrashing against my ribs, demanding blood.

Now, I snapped through the link.

The room erupted in blinding tactical strobe lights. The electromagnetic doors slammed shut. From the ceiling’s concealed shadow runes, four of my elite Dire Guard dropped silently into the room. In less than three seconds, the sickening crunch of bone and muffled groans signaled the end. The intruders were pinned, choked out, and completely neutralized.

Minutes later, they dragged the conscious leader into my suite. He looked at my wheelchair, expecting a crippled King.

He was dead wrong.

I unleashed the full, crushing weight of my Alpha’s Command and forced a Mind-Link into his skull, projecting a hyper-realistic illusion of his own mate and pups surrounded by a pack of starving, bloodthirsty Rogues. He broke in seconds, sobbing and screaming that Dosha had ordered the extraction. Vance stood by, recording every word with a truth-rune device.