My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 73

Meanwhile, Aiden and James walked back into the mansion, arms loaded with shopping bags. The house was eerily silent….too silent. 

Even the maids were nowhere in sight. 

Aiden frowned. Strange. This house has never been this quiet. But before he could dwell on it, a shrill scream tore through the stillness. 

Both men froze. Their eyes locked for a split second before they dropped the bags onto the dining table and bolted toward the kitchen. 

The sight that greeted them stopped Aiden in his tracks. 

Cassia was holding Sofia on the tiled floor, her fists slamming down again and again. Sofia’s screams echoed through the walls, desperate and helpless. 

For a heartbeat, Aiden couldn’t move. His chest tightened. Cassia looking wild, furious, blazing with fire. It was chaos, it was violence, but gods, it was her. And he had never wanted her more. 

James folded his arms across his chest, leaning casually against the doorframe with a small smirk. “Told you they wouldn’t last a day without tearing each other apart.” 

Aiden shot him a glare before snapping out of his trance and rushing forward. He grabbed Cassia around the waist, pulling her off Sofia. 

“That’s enough, Amelia…” 

“No, it’s not! Let me go…I’ll kill her!” Cassia snarled, thrashing in his hold. 

Her body writhed against him, her fists still swinging in the air. Aiden tightened his arms around her, every muscle straining to keep her still. His wolf growled with the effort, torn between restraining her and savoring the feel of her against him. 

“Cassia, stop!” His voice cracked with something deeper than command. Desperation. 

But she wouldn’t. She fought like a angry wolf. And Aiden…. unable to stop her by strength alone, swept her onto his shoulder, his arms locking around her thighs. 

“Put me down!” she screamed, her fists hammering against his back. “Aiden, I swear…” 

“Stay still, or you’ll fall,” he warned, his tone low, ragged, as if every word cost him. 

Her scent invaded his lungs, stirring memories he thought he’d buried. Every wiggle of her legs against his chest sent jolts of electricity surging through him. He clenched his jaw. Moon Goddess, she’ll drive me insane. 

Cassia froze for a moment, breath catching. The familiar spark of their bond…once broken, yet never gone, slid down her spine. Her body went rigid, silent, though her fists remained clenched. 

Aiden carried her down the hall, heart pounding harder than it should. He didn’t stop until he reached his study. Pushing the door open, he stepped inside and lowered her onto the couch as if she were something fragile. He turned immediately, locked the door with a sharp click, and pocketed the key. 

Cassia shot to her feet. “Aiden, let me out. Now.” 

“No.” His voice was firm, final. He braced himself against the door, blocking her path. 

Her emerald eyes blazed with fury, “Move.” 

“I can’t,” he whispered hoarsely, his chest rising and falling. “If I let you walk out now, I’ll lose the chance to make you hear me.” 

Cassia’s fists trembled at her sides. Her breathing was uneven, her heart racing, not just from anger, but from the closeness, from the storm in his eyes that mirrored the storm in her chest. 

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Sofia lay sprawled on the floor, her lip bleeding, her hair a tangled mess. She whimpered as she tried to push herself up, only to collapse again. 

“Always have.” His lips twitched. “But someone had to patch you up. No one else here would. Everyone, including the maids despises you.” 

Sofia’s blood boiled, her nails digging into her palms. “This is all her fault. If she had just died in that fire… none of this would’ve happened. Whoever set it should’ve done a better job!” 

James froze, eyes narrowing. “What did you just say? Why do I feel you are the one behind this?” 

Sofia faltered, but tried to cover it. “Don’t look at me like that. Do you think I’m behind every bad thing that happens to her?” 

“Pretty much, yes,” James said flatly. “You’re the only one who hates her enough. And the night of the fire, you were laughing in your room like a lunatic. Convenient, isn’t it?” 

Fear flickered across Sofia’s eyes. She swallowed, palms sweating. 

“Why do you look scared?” James asked, leaning in. “What are you hiding, Sofia?” 

“I’m not scared,” she snapped. “And I’m innocent.” 

James studied her, unconvinced. “We’ll see. Surveillance footage doesn’t lie. When it’s reviewed, we’ll know who’s guilty.” 

Sofia’s stomach dropped. Dante. If they found him, if he cracked under pressure, her secret would be exposed. 

She forced a glare, masking her fear. “I told you. I had nothing to do with it.” 

James smirked faintly. “We’ll see.”