HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER

The Alpha’s ChambersThe warriors’ hands never loosened as they dragged me through the long stone corridors of the packhouse. Their footsteps echoed, heavy and unforgiving, while mine stumbled against the polished floor.Every corridor smelled of smoke, damp earth, and dominance. Torches flickered along the walls, their light throwing twisted shadows that seemed to mock me. Wolves in servant garb peeked from doorways, curiosity shining in their eyes, but none dared to intervene.I knew where they were taking me. Everyone did. The Alpha’s chambers.My stomach twisted into knots. Omegas whispered about what happened behind those closed doors—punishments, screams, pleasures taken whether offered or not. No one came out the same.My heart hammered, but I forced my chin up. I refused to enter his den broken. Not yet.The guards pushed open the tall double doors that were adorned with the Black Fang crest..The chamber inside was massive, its walls draped with heavy black curtains, the fire

The Silent ArrivalThe feast smelled of blood and smoke. Not fresh blood—old, soaked into the stones, hidden beneath the aroma of roasted meat and spiced wine. This was a hall built on violence, a hall that stank of Damien Blackthorn’s rule.I walked among his wolves as though I belonged, my steps measured, unhurried. None stopped me. They wouldn’t dare. I wore no crest, no banner, yet my presence was enough to part their ranks.Eyes followed me. Some filled with suspicion, others with the instinctive wariness that comes when a predator senses another.But only one gaze I sought.There he sat at the head of the table—Alpha Damien. Broad-shouldered, golden-haired, a smirk carved into his face like he had never known defeat. His people worshipped him, feared him, loathed him in equal measure. He thrived on it.I had heard the whispers before I came. Cruel. Ruthless. Unstable. He reminded me of a fire left to burn unchecked—bright, destructive, destined to collapse under its own hunger.

Elena’s POVThe Alpha’s TestThe courtyard of Blackfang Pack was a theater of brutality.The clang of steel rang out as warriors sparred in pairs, their blades glinting in the harsh morning sun. Dust rose in the air with every strike, mixing with the iron tang of blood and sweat. The sound of fists meeting flesh drew cheers from onlookers, wolves eager to see dominance proven and weakness crushed.Omegas scurried about the edges like shadows—hands raw from scrubbing, backs bent from hauling buckets of water to wash away the blood splattered on the stones. Violence was as common here as rain, and just as inevitable.I trailed behind Damien as he strode to the center of the courtyard. His presence commanded every eye, his shadow stretching long across the cracked stone. The weight of his authority pressed against my chest until it was hard to breathe. My cuff burned against my skin, hidden beneath my sleeve, the reminder that no chain was as cruel as the one forged in flesh.Damien rais

Whispers of PowerThe Council chamber loomed above me like a wolf’s open maw, ready to swallow me whole.With every clink of my chains resonating louder than my heartbeat, the guards pulled me up the stone stairs. Every movement caused welts to sting as the rough iron scraped against my skin. I saw the moon for the first time in days, and my breath froze in the chilly night air.She hung swollen and pale above the treeline, a cruel, distant witness.Once, I believed she was my Goddess. Now she only mocked me.Brilliant light poured over my battered body as the massive double doors swung open. An arena of judgment and power, the Council chamber was already full. The most powerful wolves occupied a circular tier, their eyes as keen as blades. Without reducing their voices, they whispered.That’s the rejected mate.Damien still keeps her? Why?She’s weak. She should have been cast out or killed.Like thorns, the words encircled me, each one more sharp than the one before it. I looked a

Forbidden RescueAs I staggered into the palace gardens, the night air felt cold against my skin, and Damien's words kept on echoing like a curse in my ears.You’ve signed your own death warrant.I breathed heavily as I pressed a trembling hand against the stone wall. I could still feel the Council Feast's eyes, whispers, and laughter clinging to me like a thousand invisible claws. I had endured humiliation ever since Damien's rejection, but tonight something had changed. I had not bowed. Despite the possibility of breaking, I stood.And for that, Damien would destroy me.I closed my eyes, willing the fire in my chest to cool. The gardens were empty, cloaked in shadows and moonlight. Roses twisted over iron trellises, their petals dripping silver in the glow. A night breeze whispered through the hedges, carrying the faint howl of distant wolves.“You’re either brave,” a voice drawled from the shadows, “or suicidal.”My breath caught. I spun, heart hammering, and found him leaning ag