My Alpha Wants Two Lunas? I'M Done (Laila and Holt) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103 I Wanted Her

Samuel’s POV:

Yes.

I wanted her–Laila Conlay

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I’d wanted her since I was 13, from the first moment I saw her on the edge of the Silvermoon Forest.

But…

My throat felt frozen.

I looked into Vaughn’s eyes. He wasn’t joking. He was studying me. I could see a hint of deep worry hidden there.

The word “yes” burned on my tongue, but I couldn’t say it.

A bloodline curse.

I could still feel my father’s cold hand on my forehead and hear my mother’s prayers to the Moon Goddess through her tears. I felt that suffocating bond wrapped around my wolf spirit. They called it “protection,” but it was actually a cage.

The seal they put on me was like an invisible chain. It didn’t just block Griffin’s ability to sense our fated mate; it took away my right to claim what was mine.

How could a cursed prince, who can’t even fully control his own wolf spirit, talk about love?

How could I even think about fighting my brother–the Alpha King–for her?

That curse was a constant reminder that I wasn’t whole.”

It stopped me from standing before the throne and shouting the truth for the world to hear.

It wasn’t that I was scared. I just couldn’t. Until I broke this curse, any declaration about making her my mate would just drag her into the dark secrets and dangers of the royal family.

I swallowed the burning words and ignored Griffin’s frustrated whimpering. I forced myself to change the subject.

“Your Majesty,” I said, my voice dry as I dodged his question. “There’s no shortage of high- born, powerful she–wolves around you. Just because you ‘admire‘ her, you’re going to decide

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her whole future? Is that fair to her? How is that any different from… from forcing her?”

I almost said Holt’s name, but caught myself just in time.

Vaughn slammed his hand against the obsidian throne. The Alpha King’s fury hit me like a

storm.

“Samuel! Choosing my mate is my right as king and the head of the pack! You think winning a few battles gives you the right to interfere?!”

“Yeah! I do!”

The thought of him chaining Laila down as a Queen made my brain explode with rage. She’d have to deal with nobles who reek of old perfume. She’d be stuck hosting rituals, settling petty gossip, and showing up at every royal party like some rare treasure on display. And worst of all, she’d have to suppress her Alpha wolf spirit just for the sake of “heir stability.” I completely lost it.

“If it involves Laila, I’m getting involved until the end!” My growl was deeper and scarier than his hand hitting the table.

“Fine.” Vaughn’s voice was as cold as a polar wind “Tomorrow, I’m calling the High Priest to prepare the ritual at the Moon Altar. I’m sending out a Royal Decree to every single pack!”

Dammit.

He was serious.

Laila would hate that life–being wrapped in silk and jewels, serving as a symbol of power, not even allowed to show her fangs when she was mad.

“Fuck! Then I’m not leaving!” I met his cold eyes. “Anyone who tries to write that decree, I’ll rip their parchment to shreds and snap their pens in half!”

“And if I write it myself? Are you really going to attack your King and your own brother for her?”

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