Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Blood Moon : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Alpha’s FuryThe celebration had long ended, but the halls of the Blood Moon Pack were not quiet. Shouts echoed through the corridors, boots pounding against stone as warriors rushed back and forth. The scent of blood lingered in the air, faint but unmistakable.Alpha Derrick stood at the center of the chaos, his body coiled with rage. His sharp features, usually composed, twisted into a mask of fury. His amber eyes blazed like wildfire as he seized the arm of a returning hunter.“You failed me,” he snarled, his voice like thunder.The wolf dropped to his knees, trembling. His body was bloodied, his armor torn, though not by claws Derrick recognized. “She—she fought back, Alpha. The girl—”“The girl?” Derrick spat, his grip tightening until the hunter whimpered. “You mean Kimberly. My rejected mate. My property.” He released the warrior with a shove that sent him sprawling. “Speak carefully, or I’ll rip the tongue from your mouth.”The warrior gasped for breath. “She wasn’t weak. She

Hunt BeginsThe first howl rose with the dawn.It echoed across the mountains, long and sharp, carried on the cold morning wind. My wolf froze inside me, hackles raised. I had heard many howls in my life, but this one was different. It was not a call to gather. It was a declaration of war.Lucien lifted his head, his coal-dark eyes gleaming. He didn’t look surprised. “It begins.”I wiped sweat from my brow, chest still heaving from the brutal drills he’d forced me through. “What begins?”“The hunt,” he said simply, his smile curving like a blade. “Your precious Alpha has declared you prey.”My blood ran cold. “What?”Lucien’s shadows rippled as he stepped closer, voice dripping with amusement. “You didn’t think Derrick would lick his wounds in silence, did you? No. He will use you to remind his pack who holds power. Every wolf loyal to him will hunt you, Kimberly. Not just his warriors. All of them. The weak, the strong, the ambitious—they’ll all want a taste of the Alpha’s prize.”Th

Pulled from the FireThe pack surged like a tidal wave, fangs bared, claws slashing. I barely had time to rise before the first wolf was on me, jaws snapping for my throat. The shadows flared instinctively, wrapping around my arm and slamming him into the ground.Another lunged from behind. I twisted, pain screaming in my ribs, and lashed out. Shadows struck like a whip, sending the beast sprawling. For every one I threw back, two more pressed in, snarling, relentless.The forest echoed with their howls, the thunder of paws, the crash of bodies. My chest heaved, shadows writhing, wild and untamed.But there were too many.One broke through, claws raking across my side. I screamed, stumbling, blood soaking my torn dress. Another slammed into me, teeth sinking into my shoulder. Agony blazed. The shadows flared in response, hurling him off, but the damage was done.My vision blurred. My body shook. I was losing.Above the chaos, Derrick’s voice cut like a blade. “Don’t kill her!” he comm

The great hall of the Blood Moon Pack was thick with tension. Torches burned low, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Warriors knelt in silence, their eyes fixed on the ground, too afraid to meet their Alpha’s gaze.Derrick stood at the head of the chamber, his jaw clenched, fists tight at his sides. The faint scorch mark Kimberly had left on his arm still lingered, a reminder he couldn’t ignore. It burned not just his skin but his pride.“She should have been broken,” he growled, pacing like a caged beast. “Instead, she fights with shadows that burn my flesh. Mine!” He slammed his fist into the oak table, splintering it. “Explain this.”No one spoke. The silence was suffocating, until Catherine glided forward, calm and composed. Her crimson gown shimmered as she bowed her head. “Alpha, perhaps this is the power her mother carried. The Lunar Bloodline was always… unpredictable.”Derrick’s glare snapped to her. “You knew?”Catherine’s lips curved faintly, though her eyes betra

Poison in the PackThe Blood Moon pack house was alive with whispers. Kimberly’s name slithered from mouth to mouth, spoken in awe, in fear, in disbelief. She was supposed to be weak, broken, forgotten. Yet now stories spread of shadows obeying her command, of warriors struck down by powers no wolf should wield.Derrick heard every whisper. And each one drove another splinter of rage beneath his skin.He stood at the balcony of the Alpha’s chamber, overlooking the courtyard where his warriors sparred. His amber eyes narrowed, jaw tight. No matter how loud the clash of steel and growls below, he still heard her voice echoing in his head.I am not yours.The words were poison.Behind him, the door creaked open. Mona slipped inside, her golden hair perfectly arranged, her gown a vision of purity and grace. But Derrick knew better. Sweetness was her disguise; venom was her truth.“You called for me, Alpha?” she asked, voice soft, almost submissive.Derrick turned, studying her. His chosen