The Rejected Luna’s Sweet Revenge Chapter 09

The Rejected Luna’s Sweet Revenge Chapter 09

When Savannah’s desperate cry echoed through the courtroom, Zachary actually let out a single,

soft, mirthless laugh.

He turned his head toward her, and in his eyes was a chilling stillness, a dead calm tinged with

cold, cutting mockery.

“Save you? Savannah, wasn’t all of this… something you brought upon yourself?”

At those words, Savannah collapsed completely. Her face drained of every trace of color.

On the day of sentencing, the sky was gray.

I went to the courthouse and sat quietly at the back of the spectator seats, far from the

commotion.

He stood at the defendant’s stand.

His hair was disheveled, his suit wrinkled, yet he still held his spine straight like the Alpha he once

was.

The judge’s voice echoed through the hall as he read the verdict.

Zachary seemed to sense something. He lifted his head and scanned the audience.

Eventually, his gaze found mine.

Across the solemn courtroom, across the metal bars, he looked at me.

His lips moved, soundless. But I understood. The shape of those words was unmistakable.

[I’m sorry.]

I remained seated, expression blank, neither joy nor sorrow on my face. It felt like watching a play

that had nothing to do with me.

When the judge’s gavel fell, everything was settled

The Alpha, Zachary Morrison, who once dominated the entire werewolf realm, was finally led away

in shackles.

Savannah’s wailing stopped abruptly.

I didn’t look again.

I rose from my seat and walked out of that heavy, oppressive courtroom.

The next day, I brought a fresh apple pie and several of my father’s favorite pastries back to the

cemetery.

The pack graves were as quiet as always.

I laid out the desserts one by one and whispered, “Dad, the people who killed you… have been

punished.”

The wind rustled through the pines, a soft murmur Ike a sigh, or a gentle hum of relief.

I kept talking about small things at the shop, about the new apprentice who worked hard, about Mrs. Patty down the street bringing me a tin of her homemade cookies.

Finally, I fell silent.

I brushed my fingertips across the cold surface of the gravestone and murmured even softer.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. I’ll live well just like you wanted.”

The ones who wronged him had met their justice.

The nightmare that had clung to me for so many years had finally begun to dissipate.

After finishing the visit, I picked up my empty basket and slowly made my way down the mountain.

When I returned to my little dessert shop, everything was exactly as it had always been.

The oven light glowed warm. Sweet aromas filled the air.

As if the Obsidian Pack’s betrayals and bloodshed had never touched this quiet corner of the

world.

And the flash drive that sparked the chaos?

Not long after Zachary’s frantic search that dawn, had quietly instructed my father’s trusted former Beta, Grant, to find a safe moment to return it, silently, directly to the Alpha King.

From then on, the Obsidian Pack’s storms, its power struggles, its tragedies and broken fates, none

of it had anything to do with me.

I was simply Rue, the owner of a small dessert shop in Frosthollow, living a quiet, simple life.

And every night, I prayed to the Moon Goddess, that the scent of my pastries would never again

draw the wrong people to my door.