Semua Bab Alpha Draven's Regret: The Return of His Rejected Mate: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Nyra’s POVI did not know how I would make it to the training grounds without tearing down half the pack house in my anger. My wolf clawed under my skin, desperate to seek revenge for the humiliation we had endured.Every breath burned in my chest like fire. Every step felt heavier than the last one, my skull pounding where they hit me so hard. But none of that mattered.I needed to see Auren, to confirm with my own eyes that my son remained untouched by the hatred that had entrapped me.The late afternoon sun had moved down behind the ancient trees, reaching shadows across the southern fields.From my position on top of the hills where the old stone path curved, the same path I had run along as a child, I could see the outline of the warriors training below.Steel clashed with steel, grunts rang out, and occasional laughter echoed in the air, so casual and ordinary. And there he was.Auren stood in the middle of it all, his golden hair looking so bright in the sunlight. He was not fi

Nyra's POVBy the time I got back, my arms were already aching from the weight of the books, the house was silent.I didn't hear any guards, no servants whispering in corners, no soft clangs of armor echoing through the halls. Good. That meant I could breathe for a while—just me and my son.I dropped the bag on the counter and started pulling things out one by one, the way I used to back to our small cabin. Dried elk jerky, bundles of fresh vegetables, tubers with bits of dirt still clinging to their roots, sweet berries I knew Auren loved, and the honey biscuits I almost didn't buy because they were too soft to survive the walk home. But they had.Just like us.The market has been busier than usual today. Vendors calling out prices, children weaving through the crowds, and that persistent feeling of being watched that never quite left me these days. I'd spent more time than necessary at the herb stall, pretending to debate between rosemary and sage while scanning the faces around me.

Draven’s POVThe sun was brutal today. Not in the way it burned the skin, but in the way it illuminated every flaw, every breathless gasp Auren took trying to keep up with me."Faster, shift with the breath not against it," I called out, running ahead before slowing down so he would not lose heart.Auren grunted in frustration, pushing himself harder, his limbs trembling from effort, but his eyes locked onto me like he was chasing more than just a lesson. He wanted to prove himself. He reminded me of Nyra.It was a cruel kind of gift, training with him like this. Day after day, watching him stumble and rise again with grit I had not seen in anyone since her.Every time he shifted, every time he fell, every time he clenched his jaw and tried again, I saw the warrior in him. But I also saw the boy. My boy. Even if he did not know it.Even if he still called me "Draven" like as if I was just a trusted mentor that happens to live next door. And gods, it hurt. Like swallowing broken glass.

Nyra’s POVThe screaming was the first thing I heard. Not Auren's own, though that would have broken me. No, this was guttural. Wild and inhuman.I rushed down the hallway, with my bare feet touching the wooden floor slick with something thick and red like blood. God, there was too much of it.I slipped and almost fell, but I caught myself on the wall, and kept running. My heart was beating fast, but I was eager to know what happened.The walls of the pack house were crumbling. Fire licked the ceiling. Smoke is seen in every direction, curling through the broken windows and shattered door frames. I turned to the corner and I froze.Two pack warriors lay dead, no, slaughtered. Their eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, mouths open in a soundless scream. Their chests had been ripped open like paper."No, no time, Auren!" I shouted, lungs burning. "Draven!"No answer. Only that sound again. That wretched scream, and laughter, soft feminine, terrible voice.A woman emerged from the haze. H

Draven’s POVThe knock on my door resembled a striking ram. I jumped to my feet in seconds.Survival instinct activated immediately, only for me to discover that it was my Beta, Jareth. He was standing there, breathing heavily, as if he had run across the entire compound.His normally composed behavior had vanished, replaced by an urgency that instantly put me on alert.The muscles in his neck were tensed, his posture was rigid despite his obvious effort. Whatever brought him here before dawn could not wait."The Elders' Council awaits you in the Great Hall," he said briefly. "They indicated that it was urgent." Naturally they did.The Elders Council rarely assembled before sunrise unless something threatened our territory.Their summons carried the weight of generations of tradition, a call that no Alpha could ignore regardless of personal inconvenience.I looked towards the window where the first hints of daybreak painted the sky in muted colors.I ran my fingers through my hair, h