The Lunar Queen (Lyric and Mason) novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169

Cole POV

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I shift back because how the fuck does he know me. My skin is still too tight from the shift, Zeus not fully settling, claws still there

under the surface, ready.

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask.

“I’m Jonathan, Seraphina’s mate” he says.

“Okay why are you here?” I say cold. No greeting. No acknowledgment. Just threat.

“I think it was time for us to have a conversation before things start playing out” he says sitting on the grass where he stands.

My eyes drop to that him sitting and something in my chest tightens. Too relaxed. Too sure. That’s not how wolves act in front of me. Not unless they think they belong here.

“You’re too comfortable” I snarl.

He smirks “I’m no threat to you big brother” he says.

I growl at him “you are not my brother” I growl out and this time I don’t hold it back power rolls off me hard enough that the trees around us shake, leaves trembling like they feel it too.

“But I am” he says.

“How?, neither of my parents had an affair” I state certainly. Immediate rejection. No space for it to be real.

He has to be lying, did he tell Lyric this and she believed him that has to be how he even got her to trust him and his mate. Fuck.

“How?” I say again putting more force in it. Alpha command bleeding through the word without me meaning to.

“Do you remember an Omega by the name of Freya” he says and the name hits me like a train. Not a slow realization-impact. Sharp. Immediate. She was my nanny until she just disappeared.

“Freya was my mother and she was pregnant by your father. She was in love with him but knew I would never be considered nothing but the illegitimate son of the King in the eyes of the council and she didn’t want to blow up your life” he says.

My jaw locks. I don’t move. Don’t speak. But everything in me shifts. Pieces lining up whether I want them to or not.

“How old are you?” I ask

“Nineteen” he says

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Chapter 169

The timing hits instantly. Not a guess. Not a maybe. Too clean. Too exact.

Meaning he was conceived around the same time as Xavier.

“My mother ran the moment she found out she was pregnant with me” he says

“So how did you end up with David as his Beta no less” I say now more wary of him. Not dismissing him anymore Watching him. Weighing him.

“We found refuge in The White Mountain Pack” he says.

1 freeze completely no movement, no breath for a second.

“White Mountain pack was destroyed by David’s father” I say more to myself than to him.

He nods aimlessly “It was. The Beta at the time took my mother as a breeder he wanted to leave me to fend for myself at the time but she agreed to go willingly and do whatever he asked if she got to take me. That’s how I met David we became friends, brothers even. But when his plans started changing from just the throne to his father’s plans I started feeling differently about what I was

doing and what I really wanted” he says.

There’s no hesitation in it. No trying to clean it up. That part matters.

“What is it that you want then, that brings you here betraying the only brother you’ve known” I say more curious about this pup

standing in front of me. But Zeus is still there-coiled. Not trusting. Not yet.

“I just want to know the family I was robbed of, the father who never even knew I existed, a pack a real one. I want to live with my

mate freely not survive, not looking over my shoulder” he says voice rough with emotion that hits me in my chest.

That word mate lands different coming from him. Not possession. Not entitlement. Want.

“Why were you going to help him take the throne?” I ask and Zeus pushes forward wanting to know the answer too. He doesn’t like this. Doesn’t like not knowing if this is a threat or not.

I can sense the familial bond with him but trust is earned not handed out blindly because of a bond.

“I just wanted to be in that palace. I deserved to be there just as much as the rest of you, but none of you even knew I existed” he

says voice cracking at the end.

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