Semua Bab Rejected But Elevated : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The sun was only just dipping below the horizon. Orange color softly painted palace walls as the allied packs came together for a diplomatic feast. Giggles and whispers filled the banquet hall. Wolves from far-off lands mixed with nobles and warriors. But beyond the golden lanterns, something else darker was brewing.Jamie stood at the gate. His tall figure was still wrapped in a black cloak dusted from travel. He didn’t wait to be welcomed. He pushed the guards aside with a cold glare. His voice held authority. “Tell the Twin Alphas, I’ve come to speak to her.”Behind him, Alexa arranged her red coat tightly, clicking her heels quickly over the overly polished stone walkway. Her dark hair curled well down her back, but close up, her eyes gave her away. Ringed with exhausted dark circles, smudged at the edges with repressed anger.“You didn't have to bring me," she growled, her eyes flashing to the muscular width of Jamie's back as he strode toward the granite arch of the Twin Alphas'

Cassie’s Pov The door to the crypt creaked closed behind me, isolating me from the tumult above the fortress. I stood in the center of the chill room, my breath echoing against the stone. This had been holy ground , a place where no one and nothing could reach us. Just three of us. Mark, Lark, and me. Everything was different now. Boots charged down the stairs of stone. They appeared. Mark first, still eyes burning. Lark coming right behind him, fists balled as if restraining something uncontrolled. "Talk," Mark snapped. I needed to get my mouth moving, but no sound emerged. "Don't shut down on us now," Lark snarled. "You owe us the truth." "I was trying to keep him safe," I barely managed to say. "That's not good enough," Mark snapped out. "You lied to us. How long?" Mark had returned from the fortress before the fall of dawn. His eyes were red. The truth had hit him really hard. Lark was so supportive unlike the personality he portrayed when first we met. His voice bro

Lark’s POV The council room reeked of tension. I hadn’t even sat down before Mark slammed his palm against the old oak table. “She deserves to be crowned,” The words cracked through the room like thunder. Conversations died mid-sentence. Every elder turned to him as if he’d just suggested crowning a rogue. “She?” Elder Rami drawled, eyes narrowing behind thick spectacles. “You mean the impure girl who birthed a bastard in secret?” “That bastard,” Mark snapped, stepping forward, “is my son.” The room went quiet. It sucked the air from my lungs. I blinked. My fingers curled into fists as I stared at my twin brother. What the hell was he doing? Elder Nara gasped. “You claim the child?” “I do.” Mark’s voice didn’t waver not once. “He carries my blood. And his mother, despite what you all whisper in these corners, is still bound to our laws. She was chosen by the Moon goddess. That hasn’t changed,” A cold hum of murmuring rippled through the council chamber. I could feel the sh

The wolves were howling again. Daisy ran. Rain lashed her face as she tore through the frost-coated forest, heart pounding in her chest. Twigs snapped under her boots, and somewhere in the distance, a horn sounded low and haunting. They were questioning Mira again. She didn’t need confirmation. She felt it in her bones. If Mira cracked… if she said the wrong thing… It would be her end. “I need to be fast before I fall," she muttered to herself. Daisy burst through the Vale Pack gates with a guard’s spear nearly to her throat. “Stop! State your purpose—” “Luna Alexa,” Daisy gasped. “Tell her it’s Daisy. Tell her it’s urgent.” The guard didn’t move at first. He just looked her up and down. Her oaked cloak, mud on her boots, wild eyes. “Daisy,” he repeated. “From where?” “Greyer Pack,” she said quickly. “I’ve been here before. She knows me,” He frowned. “That doesn’t mean she wants to see you.” “She will when she hears why I’m here,” Daisy insisted, voice rising. “Tell her

AlexaThe crescent birthmark wasn’t something I should have remembered. But once I saw it once on Daisy’s shoulder, same as the one Cassie used to have.The mark flooded my memory,it wouldn’t leave me alone.It crawled into my brain at night, whispered questions during meetings, buzzed in the back of my mind every time Jamie looked at me too long, or not at all.So I did what no one expected. I left the Pack.Just for a day. Quiet and unnoticed.The road to the Hollow was long and winding, mostly forgotten now. That’s where she lived, Marla, the old historian who’d served under rogue packs before they scattered like dust. No one had seen her in years. Most thought she was dead.But she wasn’t.She was very much alive.Her cabin sat half-sunken into the hillside, overgrown with ivy, the wood swollen from years of mist and rot. I knocked three times.“You’re either lost,” came a voice, raspy, “or you want truths that don’t like the light.”I stepped inside. “Both, maybe.”She looked up