Semua Bab HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Ghosts Of The Past Blythe's POV  "Alpha Vito asked of you a few minutes earlier, My Lady," Helena reported, her voice loyal as ever.  She heard but didn't turn. "Where are you going, My Luna? Do you want my company?" "No," Blythe replied instantly. "Just want to be left alone…" Blythe wandered the winding paths alone through the royal gardens, arms wrapped tight around herself. 

  Buried in Stone Blythe’s POV  Aria (her inner wolf, gently):“You’re leaving before sunrise again.” Blythe (wrapping her cloak tightly):“They’ll manage without me for an hour.” Aria:“You didn’t tell Helena.” Blythe (stepping outside):“I didn’t need to.” 

Growing Suspicion Vito's POV The council chamber pulsed with unease. The air was thick with the scent of ink, steel polish, and barely concealed tension. Elder Thorne cleared his throat, his fingers drumming an uneven rhythm on the lacquered wood.  "The southern border remains volatile," he said. "Two rogue attacks in the last moon cycle. The patrols are stretched thin." Elder Rowan scoffed. "That's because the western patrols were reassigned to escort Luna Blythe during her private retreats—retreats none of us have been briefed on." 

THE BREAKING POINT Blythe's POVA soft breeze stirred the scent of wild jasmine and crushed rose petals. Blythe stood in the greenhouse—but it wasn't broken this time. The glass sparkled. The vines were trimmed. Lanterns floated in the air like stars. It was just as it had once been.And seated beneath the trellis, on that old stone bench—"Mother?" Blythe whispered, her voice trembling.Queen Nera looked up with a gentle smile, her silver-streaked hair coiled in a braid over her shoulder, eyes as fierce and kind as Blythe remembered."You found your way back," Nera said, patting the space beside her.Blythe moved forward, barefoot, and sank. "I... I thought I lost you.""You did," Nera said softly. "But not everything that's lost stays gone."A silence, warm and fragile.Then Blythe spoke again, her voice cracking, "They expect me to lead. But I don't know who to trust anymore. Eve

 AFTER THE FIRE Blythe's POV "You're pacing again." "I'm not pacing." "Aria." "What? It's the third time you've circled the same rug. If you wear a hole in it, Vegas will demand an explanation." I stopped, exhaling hard, gripping the edge of the window sill. The morning sun was too bright, too sharp. Everything in me still hummed from the night before—Xavier's hands, voice, and body—but none felt real in the light. "It shouldn't have happene