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HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER CHAPTER 124
The Children Marked The forest was quiet, too quiet. Elena felt it immediately—the hairs along her spine rising, the twin prickle of instinct that had never failed her. She glanced down at her children, cradled in her arms, and froze. The twins were glowing. Not the soft, playful shimmer of their usual energy, but something sharper, harder, pulsing like fire beneath the skin. Their small chests flickered silver and gold in erratic flashes, synchronized in rhythm yet chaotic in force. Elena’s breath caught, her heart hammering. “What—what is happening?” she whispered, voice trembling. Zephyr crouched beside her, eyes narrowing as he leaned closer, studying the children. “It’s not random,” he murmured. “They’re… manifesting.”Elena’s stomach dropped. “Manifesting? You mean—” “Yes. The marks of power. Visible. Permanent.” Zephyr’s tone was grim, almost reverent. “This isn’t just a flare or instinctive magic. This is… binding.” Binding. The word echoed in her mind like a deat
HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER CHAPTER 123
The Council’s Last WeaponThe first body was found at dawn.Not torn apart.Not scattered.Placed.Elena knew that before she even reached the edge of the clearing where the scouts stood frozen in silence. The air was wrong. Too still. Too deliberate.She stepped forward slowly, Damien and Zephyr flanking her without speaking. Neither looked at the other. Neither yielded space.On the ground lay a wolf from Frost Hollow — one of the emissaries who had left only hours earlier.His throat was slit with surgical precision.No defensive wounds.No signs of struggle.His eyes were open, glassy with terror.Carved into the earth beside him was a single symbol burned deep into the soil — a crescent moon split down the center.Elena’s stomach dropped.“The Council,” Damien growled.Zephyr crouched near the body, studying the cut. His expression darkened. “No,” he said quietly. “Not just the Council.”Elena’s pulse began to pound.The symbol wasn’t a warning.It was a message.We are watching.A
HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER CHAPTER 122
The QueenmakersMorning did not bring peace.It brought politics.The ancient shadow that had circled the forest the night before had vanished before dawn, leaving only clawed gouges in tree bark and the metallic scent of something not entirely wolf. The camp had not slept. Warriors stood at the perimeter with hollow eyes. Mothers clutched children close. And in the center of it all, Elena stood with ash still staining the hem of her cloak.She had barely finished issuing patrol rotations when the first horn sounded.Not a war call.An arrival.Every head in the clearing turned toward the southern path as three wolves emerged in slow formation, their coats sleek, their movements deliberate. They did not bow immediately. They did not show fear. They walked as representatives, not beggars.Emissaries.Elena felt the shift ripple through the Moonborn. Politics was often more dangerous than battle. She straightened her spine and stepped forward, the twins secured against her chest, their
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Ashes of TrustThe camp lay in uneasy silence. Smoke from the recent battle curled in lazy gray spirals above the treetops, carrying the scent of blood, ash, and charred wood. Wolves moved cautiously among the tents, their paws hesitant on the scorched earth, eyes darting as though expecting another ambush. The Moonborn were victorious, but victory tasted bitter, sour beneath the metallic tang of death. Elena stood at the center of it all, her hands tight at her sides, jaw clenched.She could feel the tension radiating like heat waves off the survivors. Damien and Zephyr were separated by the other warriors, each Alpha standing at opposite ends of the camp with silent, taut control. Neither of them spoke. Neither of them looked at her. Yet the weight of their presence pressed on her chest like a stone. She wanted to run between them, to gather them both, to demand that they stop burning each other in silence, but she could not. She could not anymore.Her eyes swept over the Moonbor
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The Prophecy RevealedThe fires on the ridge burned until dawn.Damien did not advance.He did not attack.He simply stood there through the night, a dark silhouette crowned in flame, his gathered wolves forming a silent army behind him. It was not a siege.It was a declaration.Elena did not sleep.She stood at the center of her camp, Luna's mark faint but steady on her brow, her twins curled against her sides as if sensing the fragile balance of the world tipping beneath their feet. Zephyr remained close, though he did not touch her again.The air between them was heavy with what had happened.And with what was coming.When the first pale light of dawn stretched across the valley, the torches on the opposite ridge extinguished one by one.Damien and his faction were gone.But the message remained.Division.Claim.War.A low murmur spread through Elena’s camp. Wolves gathered in uneasy clusters, whispering of betrayal, of loyalty, of which Alpha would command them if blood was drawn be
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The Alpha’s FuryThe clearing trembled under Damien’s presence.No one moved.Not the guards at the edges of the camp.Not the rogues rising from restless sleep.Not even the wind.Elena stood between two storms — Zephyr’s shadowed restraint at her back and Damien’s blazing fury in front of her. The twins clung to her sides, their power flickering in uneasy pulses of gold and silver, reacting instinctively to the volatile Alpha before them.Damien’s gaze locked onto her mouth first.Not her eyes.Not her hands.Her mouth.The air grew suffocating.“I leave you for one night,” Damien said quietly, his voice far more terrifying than a roar, “and I return to find another male’s scent on you.”Zephyr’s jaw tightened, but he did not step back.Elena forced herself to breathe evenly. “This is not what you think.”Damien laughed once — low, sharp, humorless.“Isn’t it?”His eyes flicked to Zephyr, and the temperature in the clearing seemed to drop several degrees. “You forget your place,” Damie
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