Semua Bab The Rejected Curvy Luna Queen : Bab 81 - Bab 90

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The moon hung heavy, a silvered chalice spilling its eerie glow over the shadow-strewn forest as I paced the silent corridors of our stronghold. Jason was still away, his presence among the shadows lingering like a ghost as he spied on the Black Faes' movements. The days since the conference with the packs' leaders had stretched taut with anticipation, each passing hour a whisper of potential peril.It was during one such endless evening that the invitation arrived, an ornate script dancing across parchment like the flight of a raven's wing. Alpha Markus of the North-eastern pack extended a cordial summons for a state visit. A chance to delve into ancient werewolf traditions, secrets that promised to weave strength into the very fabric of our bonds.With my heart thrumming a steady rhythm against the cage of my ribs, I gathered my trusted allies. Elara Windrider, her wisdom as deep as the oceans she commanded; Paul Biansky, with a mind sharp as a scythe in the ha

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The heavy thud of the war room door echoed through the silence as he entered, a gust of cold air swirling around him like the whispers of impending doom. Alpha King Jason's face was a mask of shadows, his piercing blue eyes ablaze with a fire that spoke volumes before his lips ever parted. My heart clenched, sensing the gravity of what he was about to divulge."Kelly," he began, urgency sharpening his voice to a fine edge. "I have returned with ill tidings."I straightened up from the maps sprawled across the oak table, my fingers stilling on the parchment that detailed our territories-the lands I had vowed to protect at any cost. Every instinct within me rose to attention as I met his gaze."Speak, Jason. What darkness have you unearthed?"He closed the distance between us in three long strides, the scent of pine and frost clinging to him-a stark reminder of the isolation he must have endured during his secretive foray into enemy lands. His presence filled the w

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The parchment felt heavy in my hands, the inked words a grim portent that clouded the serenity of my study. Reports-confidential and unsettling-whispered of Paul Biansky's clandestine meetings with The Black Faes. As I reread the missive, a chill slithered down my spine, and I tightened my grip on the paper, crumpling its edges. My heart, usually so steady and assured, now thrummed with a disquieting rhythm. "Send for Paul," I commanded, my voice echoing off the stone walls with more strength than I felt. The guards nodded, their eyes betraying their concern before they turned and left, swift as the northern winds.I paced by the hearth, the flames casting elongated shadows that danced across the room like specters. This was a betrayal I had hoped to never face-a challenge to the unity and peace I'd poured my soul into fostering within the South pack. How could Paul, whom I've known since he was a pup, be wooed by the whispers of our most sinister adversaries?T

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The moon hung heavy and full, a silent witness to the gravity of our undertaking. My fingers traced the ancient markings on the map spread before us, lines intertwining like the fates of two species teetering on the brink of an alliance-or war."Jason," I began, my voice steady despite the storm brewing within me, "the time has come to unite our worlds. We must convene the werewolf alliance and the human leaders. If we are to build a peaceful universe, it begins with understanding."My husband, Alpha King Jason, stood by the window, his silhouette etched against the silver glow of the night. "I agree, Kelly. I'll send the invitations to the royal palace at dawn. It's imperative every pack leader and their human counterparts receive the olive branch you extend."The days that followed were cloaked in a tense anticipation. When the time came, we welcomed the array of dignitaries to our summit, the grand hall echoing with the low murmur of voices both human and not.

KELLY THOMPSON'S POV The air in the grand hall crackled with a tension so thick it could have been cut with the ceremonial dagger at my hip. I had overseen the previous summits at the royal palace, each carefully orchestrated. But nothing had prepared me for Paul Biansky' s dirturbance -a werewolf I thought loyal to this pack and to me.Taken aback, the leaders of both werewolf and human factions exchanged glances rife with suspicion and unease. Whispers slithered through the room like serpents seeking out the warmth of conspiracy. My heart pounded against my chest, not solely from fear but from a burning desire to protect what Jason and I had built."Paul, think about what you're doing!" Mr. Grayson's voice, usually so calm and composed, now laced with desperation, cut through the murmurs. The human leader stepped forward, his hands raised in a futile attempt to reach the bewitched soul before us. "This isn't you. You must resist whatever holds your will captive!"But Paul seemed be