Lahat ng Kabanata ng REJECTED BY THE ALPHA AWAKENED AS HIS QUEEN : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Cast OutPain. That was all Aria could register at first.Her body slammed against the damp forest floor as the guards hurled her past the boundary of the pack lands. The ground felt like stone beneath her, cold and brutal. The sharp sting of broken twigs pierced her skin, but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache in her chest.Rejection.The word echoed inside her, cruel and final.She groaned and rolled onto her side, the world spinning around her. Her throat was raw from screaming. Her hands were scraped and bloodied. Her limbs felt like they didn’t belong to her anymore. Still, she dragged herself to the base of a massive pine tree and slumped against it, gasping.The guards didn’t look back. She heard their footsteps fade into the shadows like they couldn’t get away from her fast enough. She was no longer part of their world. She was something less than rogue. Something not worth protecting.Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them back. She

The Map and the MarkAria stared at the parchment long after the stranger had vanished.The moonlight glinted faintly off the symbols, making them shimmer like silver fire. They felt wrong and familiar all at once like a forgotten dream pressing at the edge of her mind.She traced the crescent symbol in the center. As soon as her fingers touched the ink, a sharp sting flared on her skin.She hissed and looked down.A mark glowing faintly was seared onto her wrist. Not a burn, not quite a tattoo. It was the same crescent moon from the map, glowing softly like it had been there all along, just waiting to be revealed.“What the hell is happening to me?” she whispered.Whatever this was, it wasn’t normal. She wasn’t normal. She had been living her life as a human quiet, invisible, working night shifts, paying bills, just trying to survive.But now?She didn’t even know who she was.Her heart pounded harder as a sudden gust of wind swept through the forest. The torchlight

The Witch in the WoodsAria didn’t stop running until her legs gave out.The forest was beginning to thin, and moonlight poured through the tall trees like silver rain. Her lungs burned. Mud clung to her skin. And the pendant still pulsed faintly against her chest like it was alive.She collapsed against a fallen log, every muscle trembling. Not just from exhaustion but from what had just happened.She had thrown a grown wolf across the clearing with nothing more than a burst of light. No training. No knowledge. Just instinct.What am I?Before she could gather her thoughts, a soft rustling came from the trees ahead.Aria jerked upright, ready to run again, but this time, the figure that stepped into the clearing didn’t look like a wolf. She was old. Her long gray hair fell in ropes down her back, and her eyes glowed faintly not gold, but a strange violet hue. She leaned on a twisted wooden staff and wore a patchwork cloak that blended into the forest itself.“Child,”

The Storm WithinThe training grounds were silent, save for the rhythmic thud of Aria’s fists striking the wooden post wrapped in cloth.Again.And again.Her knuckles were raw, her breath heavy, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.“You’re not punching hard enough,” Sera called from the stone bench. “Again.”Aria gritted her teeth. Her body ached, but the fire inside her refused to die. Every time her fist slammed into the post, she imagined Kael’s face his cold eyes, his cruel words. She imagined the sting of rejection, the burn of humiliation.She struck harder.“That’s it,” Sera said. “Anger is fuel. Pain is a teacher. Use both, but let neither control you.”Aria stumbled back, chest heaving. “Why am I even doing this? What good is punching logs and chanting old spells?”Sera rose, sweeping toward her like a ghost in her gray robes. “Because your wolf is not just muscle and claws. She is memory. Magic. Ancestry. You must awaken both body and spirit. Or when the t

The Mark of the MoonAria didn’t sleep that night.Not because she was afraid, but because something ancient stirred in her blood restless, waiting.The stars blinked overhead like a thousand eyes. She sat at the edge of the grove, knees pulled to her chest, the silver pendant Sera had given her resting against her skin like a quiet heartbeat.She kept replaying Kael’s words.“You’re mine.”He’d said it with fire in his voice, but it hadn’t been a claim it had been a confession. As if saying it out loud meant he’d finally stopped lying to himself.Too bad she didn’t care anymore.She wasn’t the same girl who stumbled into the clearing, dazed and human. She wasn’t the girl who shattered when he rejected her. That girl had died the moment Kael turned his back.And something far more powerful had taken her place.The Moonborn.Aria traced her fingers over the back of her neck where the mark had appeared. It wasn’t visible to the eye unless summoned, but when she focused, she