Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Alpha, Her Rules : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

The full moon hung low in the sky, glowing like a silver eye watching everyone below. Music echoed through the forest, and warm lights floated in the air. Laughter, howls, and drum beats filled the night.It was the Moon Festival,a time when packs from different lands gathered to dance, drink, and forget the rules for just one night.Elara stood at the edge of it all.She wore a deep red cloak that covered her face, her hood hiding most of her hair. Her heart beat too fast. Her hands trembled inside the long sleeves.She didn’t belong here.She was just an omega from a forgotten line, born in a house where women had no voice. They told her what to wear, how to behave, and who she would marry one day. That day never came. Instead, her mother died, her father vanished, and her pack sold her to a family who used her like a maid.But tonight… no one knew her name. No one saw her scars.She stepped forward.The festival crowd opened before her. Fires lit the center, where dancers moved in

Elara woke up before the sun rose.Her back hurt, and her stomach felt tight. She didn’t know if it was from sleeping on the thin straw mattress or… from the baby growing inside her.She placed a hand on her belly. Still flat. No one would notice yet. Not for a few more weeks. Maybe longer, if she wore loose clothes.She sat up slowly, careful not to make noise. The pack didn’t like lazy wolves. If she was late for chores, she wouldn’t get food.Outside, the wind was cold. Elara wrapped her scarf tighter and walked toward the well to fetch water. Her steps were slow, her body tired, but she forced herself to keep moving.No one could know.If anyone found out she was pregnant,especially with an Alpha’s pup they’d question her. Who was the father? Why didn’t she tell? Did she sneak away during the Moon Festival?And if the wrong wolf found out…Her hands shook.What if he found her?The masked Alpha. The one from that night. The one who touched her like she was precious, only to disapp

Elara wakes up from her thin mattress, gasping for air. Her skin was cold with sweat, her heart thudding so hard it echoed in her ears. Her hands flew to her stomach, cradling the soft curve protectively. She could still hear the growling in her head, the deep snarl of Clay, eyes wild and angry, as he tore her baby from her arms. In the nightmare, she had screamed and begged, but he didn’t listen. He handed the baby to someone in a black cloak… a tall, masked Alpha whose face she couldn't see. Only his voice had stayed with her.‘This child doesn’t belong to you.’The words echoed through her mind like a curse.Elara blinked rapidly, trying to push the dream away, but her body still trembled. She leaned back against the cold wall of her hut and pulled the threadbare blanket tighter around her shoulders. Her breath was shaky, but steadying. The baby moved softly beneath her hand, a tiny nudge that reminded her it was real, alive, and still hers for now.Outside, the wind howled louder

The forest seemed endless. The trees stood tall like guards, bare branches scratching at the sky. The cold wind made Elara’s face sting. Her legs felt like they were made of stone, and every breath hurt.Rowan ran ahead, glancing back to make sure she was still following. His face was tight with worry.“Elara, we’re almost there,” he called softly. “Hold on.”But Elara could barely hear him. Her head felt heavy, her vision blurry. Her body was shaking, not just from the cold but from how weak she had become. Her hands kept going to her belly, as if holding it would give her strength.Her boots slipped on wet leaves, and she fell to her knees. The ground felt like ice.“Elara!” Rowan rushed back to help her up. “Don’t stop now. Please.”“I… I can’t,” she breathed, tears stinging her eyes. “I’m too tired.”Rowan helped her to her feet. “Just a little more. There’s a den up ahead. We can rest there. I promise.”Somehow, she forced her feet to move again. The world swayed around her, and

Elara woke slowly, her eyes blinking open to soft golden light. She wasn’t freezing. For once, she wasn’t shivering.She blinked again and realized she was wrapped in a thick blanket, tucked against the warm wall of a cave. A small fire crackled nearby, giving off just enough heat to chase away the chill.And Rowan... Rowan was sitting at the mouth of the cave, one knee bent, his back to her. He was holding a knife in one hand and a long branch in the other, sharpening it into a spear.Elara pushed herself up slowly. Her muscles ached, and her belly felt tight. But it was better than yesterday.“Rowan?” she said softly.He turned around fast, his eyes lighting up the second he saw her awake. “You’re up.”She nodded. “What time is it?”“Late morning. You’ve been sleeping peacefully,You needed it.”He stood and walked over, kneeling beside her. She noticed then his left arm was wrapped with a strip of cloth. The edge of it was stained red.“Rowan,” she gasped, reaching for him. “You’re