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Chapter 26- Emilia’s Fear.

Author: Enivola
last update publish date: 2026-08-10 19:21:19

Three months had passed since the announcement, and The Silvermoon Pack had

settled, mostly, into its new shape.

Emilia sat at her dressing table, admiring the way the morning light caught the

jewels her father had gifted her the week before.

A Princess deserved beautiful things, he'd said, pressing the box into her hands

with a smile that made her chest swell with pride.

She should have been happy.

Mostly, she was.

But there was something small and persistent sitting beneath the satisfaction t
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  • The Alpha Who Rejected.   Confusion II

    Elder Nicholas looked around the room.What the hell was even happening? “My lord,” he greeted with a bow. “What's going on this evening? Did I do something wrong, Alpha?”Anyone who looked at the Alpha could tell he was tired, running around circles. “You don't know this man, do you? This very one,” Zevran pointed at the caravan man who was still kneeling.Until now, he didn't let Elder Thorn get up.Not until he was sure these people weren't using his head. “I know him, my lord,” Elder Nicholas mouthed, shocking almost everyone in the room. “He works for me. I sell my yam and other crops through him when they're ready to be sent out.”Oh.“Oh,” Zevran mouthed. “Are you certain?”“Yes, sir,” the strange man answered this time. “Those are the kind of goods I move, usually.”Oh.“Stand up, Elder Thorn,” he commanded with nonchalance. “This is a misunderstanding and I apologize for judging you without checking properly.” He looked at Thalia now, the woman after his heart who no longer w

  • The Alpha Who Rejected.   Confusion

    Without hesitation, he knocked on a door. Normally, he would open and walk in without caring whether she was naked or not. But somehow, somehow he felt bad for Emilia. “Yes?” He heard her tiny voice and snapped out of his thoughts. “Who's it?” “My Lord,” someone called from behind. “I'm not sure this is a very good thing to do. You know—” “I know,” he cut his best man short and knocked again. The door opened at this moment and now he could see her face very well. “Are you asleep?” He could see the shock on Nyssa's face. What would make him come to her chamber at this time and be nice on top of that? He could tell this was what went through her mind. “Come with me,” he urged as he turned around and moved again. “There's something you have to see.” “My Lord?” “Do as you have been told, Emilia,” a sigh escaped his mouth. “I won't repeat myself.” Now he could hear her womanly footsteps from behind and nodded. Everything was going according to plan. But there was one thing remaini

  • The Alpha Who Rejected.   Caught II

    The Elders' Quarter had gone dark for the night by the time Zevran reached it, most of its occupants long since retired behind closed doors, candles burned low or extinguished entirely. The guard at Elder Thorn's chamber straightened at the sight of the Alpha approaching, flanked by Bastian and two of the men who had ridden with them to the crossing point."My lord." The guard bowed, confusion plain across his face at the lateness of the hour and the number of men accompanying their Alpha. "Shall I announce you?""No." Zevran's voice left no room for discussion. "Open the door."The guard hesitated only a moment before obeying, pushing the door open without the customary announcement, and Zevran stepped through it with Bastian close behind him, the two captured men held just outside in the hallway where their presence alone would tell Elder Thorn everything he needed to know the moment his eyes found them.Elder Thorn rose from his chair immediately, a scroll slipping from his lap to

  • The Alpha Who Rejected.   Caught

    The trader's voice had grown steadier by the time Bastian brought him fully into the chamber, though his hands still trembled slightly at his sides, betraying whatever composure he'd managed to gather on the walk over. "Repeat it." Zevran said, his voice carrying none of the warmth it held most mornings, none of the easy authority that came from a man secure in his own pack. This was something colder, sharper, the voice of an Alpha who had just learned someone beneath his own roof intended harm against something he had only recently allowed himself to want. "Every word, exactly as you gave it to my Beta."The trader repeated it all — the man in the market town, the coin offered, the description that fit no woman in this pack so precisely as it fit Emilia, the crossing point further down the eastern road where men waited to ensure she never returned. By the time he finished, sweat had soaked entirely through the collar of his shirt, his eyes flicking nervously between the Alpha and the

  • The Alpha Who Rejected.   Aella’s Thoughts

    News traveled fast in a pack this size, faster still when it involved a stranger being marched through the compound by the Beta himself, his face pale enough that even the children paused their games to watch him pass.Aella heard the first version of it from a maid drawing water near the kitchen well, a version already stretched and reshaped by the retelling, as such things always were by the time they reached the outer edges of the pack. A trader caught spying. A trader caught stealing. A trader caught doing something the maid herself couldn't properly name, only that Beta Bastian had looked fit to tear the man's arm from its socket by the time they'd disappeared into the royal quarters.She thought little of it at first, the way one thinks little of most gossip drifting through a kitchen on an ordinary morning. Traders came and went. Occasionally one overstepped, and occasionally the pack dealt with it swiftly enough that the matter never surfaced again beyond a single morning's wh

  • The Alpha Who Rejected.   The Visit

    The stranger arrived on a wagon loaded with bolts of cloth and small clay jars, the kind of trader who passed through packs like Stormveil perhaps twice a year, never staying longer than necessary to sell what he'd brought and buy what he needed for the road ahead.Bastian noticed him before most others did.It was not unusual, strangers passing through the compound gate with goods to sell. What was unusual was the particular way this one lingered near the royalquarters longer than any trade required, his eyes moving over the maids coming and going with an attention that had nothing to do with the cloth he claimed to be selling. Most traders kept to the market square, content to haggle over prices and be gone by nightfall. This one had positioned his wagon deliberately, Bastian noted, close enough to watch the royal quarters gate without appearing to watch it directly at all."You there." Bastian approached him directly, arms crossed, the easy authority of a Beta who had spent decades

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