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To the Weeping Ridge!
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2026-10-03 18:02:11
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Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha Trapped in the shadow of their doom
The Dragon's Spine cracked with the gallop of three thousand iron-shod northern horses.No banners were unfurled, nor did our advance carry any sovereign fanfare. We descended towards the borders ridges in an avalanche of midnight steel, carving the frosted peaks with the icy edges of our swords. Above us, the sky of storm clouds looked bleak and cold, bruised slate with no trace of warmth.Draven led our column, riding half a pace in front of me, still in human form but carrying the suffocating aura of his apex wolf just beneath the skin. His greatsword was strapped across his back, his jaw tense like granite. From the mating bond I felt only a frigid calm of the rage that was building inside him, resonating from the mark on my neck.Behind me, Alpha Kael led forty southern outriders. He rode in silence, staring with the face set in a line of shame at the mud churned by the hooves of his stallion. No orders were given, he had yielded the command of the vanguard to the north without a
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha To the Weeping Ridge!
The Dragon’s Spine bowed under the weight of three thousand iron-clad wolves.We did not move at the slow pomp of an imperial delegation. The advance group moved like an avalanche of midnight steel and silver fangs, racing through the high mountain passes down to the southern valley. The sky above us was bruised, jagged gray, and suffocated under the rising gale.Draven rode at my left flank on a massive warhorse clad in black chainmail, his jaw as hard as mountain granite. Under his leather armor, his beast thrummed close to the surface, the vibrations of his inner growl humming along our open mating bond.No one behind us spoke a word. They were northern huskarls, ruthless killers who had waited thirty long winters for their cursed king to break his chains. Now that he was whole, and their newly crowned queen led the hunt, they did not ask questions.By sunset, the burning perimeter of Valemont was breached by the mist.The southern stronghold lay in utter ruin. The eastern armory w
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha He never leaves us again
Aria’s POVThe morning frost had barely started to melt on the northern walls when the message came.I was in the royal conservatory, staring out at the weak rays of the northern sun struggling to reach me through the tall glass windows. In my hands, there was a wooden stag that Leo left on the hearth rug. I had decided to keep it for him for when he had grown big enough to walk. It was worn out by the teething baby's gums; it smelled faintly of dried chamomile and lavender water that his maid used to wash his clothes.Each hour since the southern escort left, the thick castle gates felt hollow and ached inside my chest, the ache that no crown could mend.The heavy rattling of iron boots in the stone passage interrupted my thoughts.Torak burst into the double archway without even knocking. His face was ashen under his helmet, and his leather brigandine was streaked with the smell of horse sweat and road slush. He did not kneel but held out to me a crumpled, blood-stained wax cylinde
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha The game was set
The stone spiral of the eastern turret was thick with the scent of pitch and old tallow. Following me in absolute silence, Torvin led Serena toward the high parapet. She pressed her wounded palm against her heart, breathing erratically and unevenly. With every step, her wild eyes glanced at me in the dim light of the torches, seeking confirmation in my look.She didn't see the threads strangling her neck.For her, tonight was nothing but the fulfillment of a personal revenge vendetta against a maid who dared to outshine her. For me, it was just a move in a big chess game. The pack in the south, the throne in the north, the broken promises made on broken alters, it all wasn't as important as the power dormant in the nursery upstairs."The gatehouse door is unlocked," Torvin rasped from the landing, withered fingers pointing at the heavy oak door that led to the outer wall. "The wind blows from the west. Once the flame touches the roof of the armory, the smoke will blind the courtyard
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha I will fetch the boy myself
Saint Patrick's POVThe dampness of the lower levels was my good old friend.For weeks, the cold slime of these stone slabs and the constant dripping of the river water had counted off my hours in captivity. To the fools of Valemont; Kael and his dull-witted council, I was merely a rogue alchemist captured by the royal guard and sentenced to death by burning on the pyre.But they never grasped the fact that a cage is only a cage if you don't have patience enough to wait for your prey to walk into it.Just beyond the corridor, in her own rusty metal cell, Serena was pacing like a rabid fox in a trap. She was gasping, gnawing on the rotten straw on her floor. She was utterly mad, drowning in the vinegar of her crushed ambition.Pathetic creature.She truly believed that I cared about her petty grievances. She believed that this entire plan was created to bring Aria to her vengeance. She planned to kill her with a jeweled dagger.I gave a mock smile in the dark.I did not care about Sere
Rejected Luna of The Cursed Alpha How about that child?
Serena's POVBlack mold, stagnant water, and decaying straw. That was how the dungeons of Valemont smelled.It was two long, agonizing days since the massive iron gates squealed loudly for the arrival of Kael, his heir, along with his northern escort, into this fortress. Through the narrow slit windows of my underground cell, I could clearly hear the pounding hooves, the blast of southern horns, and the victorious shouts of this fortress' soldiers welcoming their Alpha back.Along with the bastard.Leo.Clutching handfuls of wet straw in my fists, I bit down hard into my nails while listening to them tear across the slimy stone floor.For years, I had dressed in fine robes and delicate silks, and I had played the innocent woman before everyone’s eyes while quietly weaving the threads that would eventually bring me to the top.I enjoyed the top for a few months, and I know that is exactly where I want to stay.This means I have to kill her. The one who brought me down from the top whe
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