You Want My Crown Fine Take the Trash Too (by Mountain River) novel Chapter 10

**Chapter 10**

The hall echoed with the raw, unrestrained sounds of Falcon and Julia’s anguished sobs, a haunting melody of despair that seemed to linger in the air. After what felt like an eternity, I finally placed my cup down, the sharp clink of porcelain against wood slicing through their sorrowful wails like a knife.

The sudden silence that followed was palpable. They turned to me, their eyes wide with a mix of terror and an almost desperate hope, as if they were clinging to the possibility of mercy.

I offered a faint smile, though the warmth of it didn’t reach my voice when I spoke. “If my brother hadn’t intervened that day, do you think either of you would have hesitated to end me?”

The question landed heavily between us, a slap of reality that made them freeze in place. Their faces drained of color, mouths opening in shock but no words escaped their lips.

“Julia,” I said, directing my gaze toward her, the woman who had once looked down on me with such disdain. “Isn’t your ultimate dream to ascend as a Luna?”

She nodded almost instinctively, a flicker of delusion still shimmering in her eyes, betraying her desperate aspirations.

“And you, Falcon.” I shifted my attention to him, a hint of amusement creeping into my tone. “You defied your arranged mate, allowing her to lay a hand on me, all for the sake of indulgence. You must really have strong feelings for her, don’t you?”

“I don’t! It’s not like that… I just…” he stammered, floundering for an excuse, desperately attempting to shift the blame onto Julia.

“Ah, but it hardly matters now.”

I didn’t allow him the chance to complete his thought. Rising from my seat, I approached them, the weight of my presence heavy in the air as I prepared to deliver my judgment. “Since you two share such a profound bond, I shall grant your wish and allow you to be together… forever.”

A spark of wild joy ignited in Julia’s tear-streaked eyes, and I couldn’t help but let out a cold snort of derision. “However, the price you pay is losing your wolf, Falcon.”

At my words, Walter collapsed to the floor, ashen and defeated.

Falcon, on the other hand, looked at me as though I had just suggested the most ludicrous notion imaginable. “No werewolf can ever strip the wolf from an Alpha!” he protested, disbelief etched across his face.

“Oh, really?” I replied, my voice laced with an unsettling calm. “Well, prepare yourself for a revelation. I’ll show you exactly what a descendant of the Moon Goddess is capable of.”

With that, I extended my hand, pressing it firmly against Falcon’s forehead. As I began to chant an ancient, cryptic incantation, a blinding silver light erupted from my palm, enveloping him in an instant.

Falcon’s heart-wrenching scream pierced the silence, a sound filled with anguish as the wolf within him succumbed to a deep, oppressive slumber.

His once-mighty physique visibly withered; the solid muscle that had defined him softened, and I could hear the creaking of his bones as they strained under the sudden transformation. Even his height seemed diminished, as if the very essence of his being was being stripped away.

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