Alpha, I Won’t Be Your Luna Again Chapter 09

Alpha, I Won’t Be Your Luna Again Chapter 09

Half a month later, the case went to trial.

A crowd had gathered outside the courthouse.

Elowen and I had just stepped out of the car when I saw Nathan being led in from the other side by two investigators.

He wore only a dark jacket, gaunt, his stubble ungroomed, like he’d aged ten years overnight.

The fire captain who’d once been so full of himself could barely lift his head now.

Nathan’s mother rushed at me, her eyes red, her voice shrill.

“Mira, do you really have to ruin Nathan’s entire life over this?”

Elowen stepped in front of me.

“This is a courthouse, Mrs. Winter.”

Mrs. Winter kept wailing.

“Every marriage has rough patches. Can’t you find it in yourself to cut him some slack?”

I looked at her, my voice flat.

“Mistakes?”

“He locked me inside a burning house, told the Pack Emergency Center not to save me, and got on the phone with the Pack Medical Center to say I was out of my mind. That’s a mistake?”

“I jumped from the second floor and lost my baby. Is that a mistake too?”

Mrs. Winter’s lips quivered. She wanted to say more.

I kept going.

“He didn’t light the fire himself, but he locked me inside to burn.”

“He didn’t shove me out the window, but he made sure no one would come save me.”

“He never laid a hand to kill our pup, yet he was the one who took its life away.”

Everything around us went quiet.

The bailiff came over and guided Mrs. Winter aside.

Once the hearing began, Elowen submitted the evidence, one piece at a time.

The courtroom was so quiet you could only hear pages turning.

The judge looked to the defense.

“Nathan, do you dispute the facts the plaintiff has stated?”

Nathan kept his head down, silent for a long time.

“…No.”

“Do you admit that before the incident, you used your position to issue improper orders to on-duty personnel?”

“I admit it.”

“Do you admit that your actions delayed the rescue and caused the plaintiff’s serious injuries and miscarriage?”

His fingers clenched so hard the knuckles went white.

A few seconds later, he rasped, “I admit it.”

“Do you consent to breaking the mate bond?”

This time the silence stretched longer.

The judge repeated it.

“Defendant, please answer.”

He slowly raised his head and looked at me.

My face was blank.

Finally, he lowered his head.

“…I consent.”

The judge continued.

“The plaintiff is seeking damages for grievous marital fault, emotional distress, medical costs, lost wages, ongoing rehabilitation, and losses related to the miscarriage. Do you dispute any of this?”

“No.”

“Do you dispute the division of the marital home and the asset-preservation request?”

“No.”

For the entire hearing, those were nearly the only words he could say.

No dispute.

In the gallery, Mrs. Winter was already crying too hard to stand.

But no one felt sorry for her.