Semua Bab Rejected By One, Claimed By Another: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Chapter 132: Unimaginable LoveDamon's POV (I)I was at the rear of the packhouse, cold wind cutting into my face.My heart was racing inside my chest, yet my body didn't budge.It was strange to be home after all.After what I'd lost.After what I'd fought for.The air carried a different scent now.Not home like it used to be.It was the scent of lies. Of betrayal.I knew he would come.I didn't have to wait long.I could hear footsteps behind me, slow and heavy.When I turned, there he was — Otto.He had a proud smile on his face, behaving as if the world belonged to him."You're back," Otto said with a voice full of insincere sweetness."But things are different now, Damon."I didn't say anything.I didn't trust my lips.If I opened my mouth too fast, I could tear him apart.Otto smiled when I didn't answer.He stepped closer, hands in pockets like he wasn't scared at all."I'm the Alpha now," he said, his voice boisterous and clear."I'm in charge of this pack. Everyone looks up

Chapter 134 : Once HelpedCara's POVI was quiet by the window, staring out into the darkness. My heart was pounding in my chest. Otto had texted me to come and meet him. He told me something had to be talked about. I had no clue what to expect.I turned when I heard footsteps behind me. Otto entered the room, closing the door behind him. His face was not the same tonight — not powerful and sure of himself as it had been in the past. He looked… worried. Scared even."Cara," he said, running a hand through his hair, "we need to talk."I nodded, my belly full of anxiety. He came closer, his boots echoing on the floor.I don't have time," Otto began, his voice low. "Damon has returned. You witnessed it. Everyone witnessed it."I didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue."I fought to be where I am today," he said, his voice shaking. "I bled for this pack. I earned my place. I earned respect. I became Alpha when every other person had lost hope. And now—" he paused, swallowing, "no

Chapter One Hundred And Thity Six : Four Days to Fate"Sophia's POVThe entire packhouse was off that morning.The halls were silent, but not the good sort of silent.It was the thick, chilly sort that gets around you, making your skin squirm.Whispers hung in the air, low and insistent, seeping through doorways and snapping like little flames.I did not even have to catch the words to sense something was amiss.I could feel it.My heart pounded as I walked through the halls. Wherever I glanced, wolves stood in small groups, their heads bent close to each other, their eyes darting toward me when they didn't realize I was looking. Their lips shaped quick whispers.And then I started to pick out some of the words."Damon…""Otto…""…the battle…""…the old law…""…four days…"My hands trembled as I pulled my sleeves over them.I did not wish to believe it.I did not want it to be real.Damon had already endured enough. He had been battered, bruised, humiliated — and still he had survived

Chapter 138: They Want Him to FailPOV: SophiaI was perched on the edge of the guest bed, staring at the floor.It had been two days since I'd shown up at my dad's pack. At first, I thought the change of air would help me clear my head — I needed a break from the tension at home, the pressure of the alpha challenge, and the endless backstabbing behind Damon's back. But now I was beginning to wonder if I'd made a mistake coming here.The air this morning was not the same. My dad's tone had been not the same when he called me. "Go to my study," he ordered. That's all. No smile. No hug.And here I stood in front of his study door, my hand on the doorknob, my chest racing with fear.I opened the door slowly.My mother sat quietly on the window seat, hands folded in her lap. She did not smile when she saw me — just a small nod.Liam was there too. He was standing with his back to the fire, arms folded, his head down as if he did not wish to see me.My father was sitting behind his desk. H

Chapter 1 : The Journey(Damon's POV)Sunrise woke peacefully.Its brightness slowly oozed into the room, patting the walls, the ground, and eventually our bed. But I woke hours prior to it doing that.I lay still. I merely relaxed there, wrapping myself around Sophia holding her against my body, my ears filled with the quiet intakes of her sleep beside me on my chest.This morning would be the last morning to be this way—prior to all being shifted.I knew what today was. And I'd accepted it. I had stayed up all night thinking about it. About each opportunity. Every risk. Each outcome. I had played it over and over in my mind until my heart no longer thundered and stilled.It wasn't about me anymore.It was about my name. My pride. My pack. My right. My future.But above all, it was about her.I looked down on Sophia as she shifted, awakening slowly. She opened her eyes and met my gaze, and I smiled warmly at her. "Morning," she breathed sleepily.I caressed her cheek. "Morning."She