THE REJECTED LUNA’S RISE
“I, Alpha Lupus Kai, reject you, Sera Ashford, as my mate and Luna,” he declared, his piercing gaze locking onto mine before the entire pack.
For a moment, the world went silent. My heart thundered in my chest, and I stood frozen, disbelief flooding through me. This was supposed to be our moment, not my humiliation.
My eyes flickered to my parents in the crowd. My mother’s lips trembled, my father’s eyes begged me to stay silent, to walk away quietly. Their silent plea was clear: “don’t do this."
But I’d already made up my mind.
Taking a steady breath, I raised my chin and met Lupus’s fierce stare. “I, Sera Ashford, accept your rejection, Alpha Lupus.”
Gasps rippled through the pack like a wave. Shame and fury burned inside me, but I refused to let them see me break. I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving behind the pack, the title, and the man who thought he could define my worth.
He may have rejected me today, but one thing was certain: I would rise again, stronger than ever, and make them all remember my name.
قراءة
Chapter: What She Gave AwaySera’s POV The door opened without warning. Two guards stepped in, different ones from before, moving fast without wasting a word. One unlocked the chain from the ceiling while the other grabbed my arm hard enough to bruise. “Move,” he said. “What happened out there?” I dug my heels into the floor anyway, even though my legs were barely holding me. “Tell me.” Neither of them answered. They just dragged me forward, out into the corridor, their boots crunching over something I didn’t look down to see. We passed the third door, the one I’d been dragged past before. It was open this time. I twisted hard against the guards’ grip, hard enough that one of them cursed and nearly lost his foot. Through the gap, torchlight spilled across the floor of the cell and over the shape lying still in the middle of it. White hair, matted with blood at the temple. Chains still locked around wrists that would never pull against them again. “No.” The word came out flat and small, nothing like a
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Chapter: The Space Between ChainsSera’s POV Mason’s blood was still wet on the floor when I let myself breathe again. I sat with my back against the wall, wrists raw inside the cuffs. No footsteps. No alarm. Whatever he did to the guards outside, he did it quietly. That wouldn’t last long. I flexed my fingers. Still nothing. No smoke. No heat. Just dead weight pressing against something under my skin that wanted to fight back and couldn’t. Think. Not feel. Think. The room was small. Just the chain bolted to the wall and dried blood by the door. I looked at the hinges. Old wood. Older than the newer stone further down the hall, the part they must have built just to hold someone like me. Old door. Maybe an old lock too. I dragged myself closer, chain rattling, and looked closely at the lock. Rust covered one side. Maybe that was a weak spot. If only I had something to use. I had nothing. What would Yara do, I thought, and it surprised me how fast that question came, like her voice already lives in m
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Chapter: The Coward's RunDaniel’s POV I should have seen it coming. Mason's map had been too convenient from the start. It was too neatly folded, too precisely marked. But I had lied to myself. I told myself it didn't matter, that any lead was better than wandering blind through the mountains looking for Marcus with nothing but old rumors to guide us. I wanted to believe Mason because believing him was easier than admitting we had absolutely no other choice. That belief cost us everything. We had barely crossed into the outpost’s outer perimeter when something felt wrong. The scent hit me first. Too many wolves. Too quiet. "Sera," I whispered, my voice dropping low and urgent. "Something isn't right." She had already slowed down, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the thick tree line. "I feel it too." We should have turned back. I know that now. We should have ran the moment the forest fell silent. Instead, we kept moving. Carefully. Slowly. Because turning back meant admitting Mason had played
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Chapter: The Taste of FireMason's POV The outpost reeked of old stone and older magic, the kind that settled at the back of the throat and refused to leave, no matter how often you swallowed. But I hadn’t waited for an invitation. The Council Leader believed I was handling business in Shadow territory before returning to collect my half of our bargain. Let the old bastard believe it. A man who announces his every move deserves to be robbed blind by the ones patient enough to watch him from the dark. Long before the guards brought her in, I’d claimed a narrow alcove carved into the wall above the circular chamber. From there, I overlooked the black relic pulsing in the center of the room like the heart of something long dead. I’d hidden here once before, memorizing patrol routes during my last visit. Tonight, I had another reason to watch. They dragged her in at last. Her wrists were still bound, her steps uneven as two guards dressed in ash-colored robes forced her forward. She looked exhau
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Chapter: The Drained RoomSera’s POV The first thing I felt was cold stone against my cheek. The second was the terrifying absence of my fire. I forced my eyes open. Gray stone walls stared back, lit only by a few flickering torches. When I tried to move, a heavy, metallic pressure clamped down on my wrists. I was bound to the wall, my arms pinned above my head. The metal hummed faintly against my skin, making my stomach turn. Silver, but not quite. It felt older. Stronger. Built to hold more than flesh. Lira? I called out in my mind, desperate for a bond-mate who wasn’t there. Silence answered me. Not a comforting, quiet silence, but a hollow, dead emptiness. I threw my weight forward, pulling hard against the bindings. I gasped as pain lanced up both arms. Whatever these chains were made of, they weren’t just restraining my body. They were pressing against something deeper, something that lived under my skin. "Do not waste your strength," a rasped voice echoed from the shadows. My he
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Chapter: What the Blood RemembersLupus's POV The water tasted wrong. I noticed the difference before I fully understood why. There was a faint bitterness underneath the sweetness, subtle enough that a distracted man would have missed it completely. But I was not distracted anymore. I set the glass back down on the table without taking a sip. Angela did not notice. She was already facing the mirror, adjusting an earring and humming a low, satisfied tune. I watched her reflection in the glass, keeping my own expression completely blank. She has been feeding it to you for weeks, Kain whispered. Every single night. A little more each time. "I know," I murmured under my breath. You do not know. You are only just beginning to realize. He was right. Whenever I tried to reach for my instincts, I could feel a heavy fog. A thick, sluggish weight clung to the edge of every thought, a darkness that had not been there before Sera. Before I threw away the only good thing in my life. The memory of the night Sera w
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