His Rogue Luna is a Princess (Mia and Derek) novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163

DEREK

The drumbeat stopped.

There was a moment of eerie silence, broken only by the creak of a torch swaying in the breeze.

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Elena and I stood shoulder to shoulder at the edge of the staging area, staring at the enormous painted sign: WELCOME, LAST PLACE TEAM.

I could hear snickering from behind us. I didn’t need to turn to know that most of the Moonstone pack–and probably half the Council guests were already gathering to witness our impending doom.

Elena turned her head slowly toward me. “I don’t like that smile on my mother’s face.”

“She looks far too pleased with herself,” I agreed.

A voice called out, crystal–clear. “Attention! May I have everyone’s eyes on our most dedicated team–the ones who didn’t let speed get in the way of deep bonding!”

Groans and laughter erupted. I glanced sideways at Elena. “We’re going to be mocked for this forever, aren’t we?”

“Oh, without question.”

The Luna appeared, regal and mischievous, flanked by two warriors holding…oh no.

Oh no.

Drums began again–this time with a sultry rhythm.

The warriors carried a large chest forward and popped the latches open.

Inside were clothes.

Costumes.

Feathers. Sequins. Sashes. Something that might have been a lyre.

“Tonight’s performance,” the Luna said, her voice almost too gleeful, “is brought to you by the losing team… who will be reenacting–in interpretive form the sacred tale of the Moon Goddess and the First Alpha.”

There was an audible gasp. Someone choked on their drink.

Elena blinked. “She wants us to act out the Moonbinding myth?”

“Interpretively,” echoed flatly.

“with props.

Elena picked up a sheer lavender scarf and examined it like it had personally offended her.

A moment later, I was handed a shimmering silver tunic, a fake sword, and what I could only describe as… antlers

on a circlet. The laughter from the crowd was already rolling like thunder across the field.

Aiden was near the front, howling with laughter.

“I’m going to remember this when you want a pony,” I muttered under my breath.

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Elena, now barefoot and draped in a shimmering blue cape leaned toward me. “You better commit, Derek. Because if I go out there and make a fool of myself and you just stand there looking: pretty, I will throw you in the Lountain.”

“Is it wrong that I kind of want to see that?”

“Get out there, Moon God.”

I’ve been humiliated before.

I’ve faced battle losses, pack scandals, even a press ambush where I had to explain–live, on camera–why I’d held a funeral for my very–much–alive fiancé,

But nothing, nothing, prepared me for interpretive theater onder moonlight.

“Smile,” Elena hissed from the corner of her mouth as she handed me a silver platter wrapped in a gauzy shawl.

“I look like a moon–themed fruit basket,” I muttered.

“Commit,” she snapped. “Or I’m telling your son you cried during the Moon Pie Bake–Off.”

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