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The Alpha’s Decree

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-19 03:18:58

The Alpha’s chair was carved from a single piece of ironwood.

It had been in the Silvermere assembly hall for over a century, dark, massive, worn smooth by the backs of six successive Alphas.

Cassian had sat in it for thirty years.

His father before him for twenty.

So on, back through generations of strong men who’d ruled this pack with iron and tradition.

I sat in it now, it fit.

Not perfectly.

The seat was too wide, the armrests too high, built for wolves who were broader, bulkier than
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  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   The Secret Between Wars

    "Lia?" Tina's voice. Careful. "Are you okay?" I nodded. Couldn't speak. "You need to tell Valtherion," she said. Reality crashed back in. Valtherion. In the next room. Sleeping off the wound he'd taken for me. The wound he'd received because he'd thrown himself between me and a centuries old monster, because protecting me was more important than his own survival, because that was who he was down to the marrow. And now there was this. "Not yet," I said. Tina's brow furrowed. "He deserves to know." "He's still recovering." "He's almost healed. By tonight..." "And then what?" I looked at her. "He finds out I'm pregnant. In the middle of a war. With Malachar coming back, stronger, prepared. What do you think happens?" Tina was quiet. "He'll lock me in a tower," I said. "He'll wrap me in cotton and post guards and refuse to let me within a mile of the fight. And I can't..." My voice cracked. "Tina, I'm Supreme Alpha. Eight hundred wolves are looking to m

  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   A Life Within the War

    Valtherion almost died because of me.I kept coming back to that thought like a tongue pressing against a broken tooth.Three days of sitting beside his bed in the Meridian's medical wing, watching the rise and fall of his chest, counting breaths like they were currency I couldn't afford to lose.My moonlight had healed the wound.Burned through the corruption thread by thread, sealed the torn muscle, coaxed his heart back into rhythm.But the damage had been catastrophic.A concentrated lance of ancient dark energy straight through the chest of the man I loved.And even wolf healing couldn't erase that in an afternoon.So he slept. I watched.The first day was the worst.His breathing would go shallow without warning. I'd lunge forward, hands already glowing silver before I'd made the conscious decision to heal.Tina found me like that at dawn.Palms pressed to his chest, pouring moonlight into him, sweat running down my temples."Aurelia." She pulled my hands away. Gentle but firm.

  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   Then Let There Be War

    "LIA!" Valtherion's voice. Not through the bond this time. Raw, physical, torn from his throat across fifty feet of battlefield. I saw him through the crimson haze. Fighting through three cultists, taking hits he shouldn't have been taking, burning through his reserves to reach me. He broke free. Sprinted toward us. Malachar turned. Raised his free hand. A lance of dark energy. Concentrated, lethal, aimed not at me but at Valtherion. I couldn't warn him. Couldn't move. Malachar's grip on my throat held me pinned, his dark magic still flooding through the connection. Valtherion saw it coming. He didn't dodge. He threw himself between the lance and me. The dark energy hit him square in the chest. The impact lifted him off his feet. He flew backward, hit the stone, rolled twice, and didn't get up. Blood. On the stone. On his chest. Spreading. Malachar released me. I fell to my knees. "Predictable," he said. "The mate always..." I didn't hear th

  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   Claimed by Darkness

    Three days after the Alliance was formed, the sky went dark at noon.I was in the Meridian's council chamber with Freya, Valtherion, Kieran, and Remus.The newly formed Alliance Council, hammering out logistics for inter pack communication networks.Zoe had spread a map across the table, marking relay points between territories.Azrael was walking Remus through Purifier patrol patterns when the light changed.Not clouds. Not an eclipse.The sunlight simply died.One moment, afternoon light streamed through the floor to ceiling windows.The next, it dimmed to a sickly amber, then to rust, then to a color that had no name.A bruised, reddish twilight that turned the council chamber the color of old blood.Every wolf in the room felt it at the same time.A pressure. Deep, primal, the kind of fear that lived in the oldest part of the brain.Before language, before thought.The ancient terror of prey that has just realized the predator is already in the room.Remus's hand went to the table

  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   Crown of Power

    Silver moonlight from my left hand, crimson shadow from my right, twisting together into a spiral of light and dark that lit the arena like a second sun.The pressure rolled off me in waves, not the focused dominance I'd used on Rowan or Garrett, but the full, unrestricted weight of what I was.Prime Alpha. Dual bloodline. Moon and shadow made one.The Alphas in the front row leaned back.Even Remus flinched.I struck his earth pillars.The moonlight burned through the stone like acid through paper.The shadow shattered what remained.His defensive wall crumbled around him, and he stood in the wreckage with blood on his lip and shock in his eyes.Remus snarled.The sound was enormous. The rage of a man who had never been pushed this far and didn't know how to process it.He slammed both hands into the ground.The entire arena floor heaved.Not spikes. Not boulders. Something bigger.The earth in front of him rose in a massive shape.Ten feet tall, roughly humanoid, a golem of compress

  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   Clash of Alphas

    The arena beneath the Grand Meridian had been built for exactly this.Circular, sunken into the sub level, ringed by tiered stone seating that rose in concentric half circles.The floor was packed earth. Not concrete, not tile.Earth. As if whoever designed this place had understood that wolves settled their disputes on ground they could dig their claws into.A hundred wolves filled the seats.Fifteen Alphas in the front row.The air hummed with anticipation, the primal frequency of a crowd that had come to watch two predators decide the future.Valtherion walked me to the edge of the arena.The warm up had been brief. Stretches, shadow drills, a few minutes of breathing exercises Zane had taught me.My body was loose. My mind was sharp.The dual bloodlines coiled inside me like a loaded spring."Remember," Valtherion said, low enough that only I could hear. "You're stronger than him.""He has thirty years of experience.""And you have something he doesn't."His eyes held mine."You h

  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   Unmasked

    The cage door slammed shut behind me, the roar of the crowd swallowed everything. I flexed my fingers. Rolled my shoulders. The black combat suit was tight across my chest, a second skin built for movement, not comfort. The half-mask sat flush against my face. Smooth. Featureless below the ey

  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   Drawn to Valtherion

    He stood, his movement drawing every eye in the arena. He was tall, easily six-three, with broad shoulders, the kind of athletic build that came from real combat, not just gym training. Dark hair, sharp features, those eyes. Those impossibly blue eyes that seemed to see straight through every de

  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   The Next Test

    I woke the next morning as a wolf. Panic seized me immediately. I tried to speak, to call for Zane. Only a low whine emerged from my throat. My body felt wrong. Too large, too powerful, covered in silver fur that caught the morning sunlight streaming through the window. Calm down, I told myself

  • The Rejected Luna: From Outcast to Moon Queen   Two Bloodlines

    "You said Moon Blessed blood," I said, focusing on the details to keep the rage at bay. "Not pure Moon Blessed. What does that mean?" "Sharp." Zane's approval was evident. "It means you're not purely of that bloodline." "If you were, the awakening would have been more... catastrophic." He gest

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