Semua Bab REJECTED BY THE ALPHA AWAKENED AS HIS QUEEN : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Shadows of the CouncilThe capital of the werewolf packs Eldara loomed ahead.White stone walls crowned the cliffs, tall towers piercing the low clouds. Snow swirled across ancient banners, the sigil of the Council flying high a silver wolf entwined with a crescent moon.But beneath that proud symbol, Aria saw only shadows.As they approached, a warning horn sounded from the gates. Moments later, armored guards emerged. They moved stiffly, eyes cold not welcoming friends, but weighing threats.Aria kept her chin high, though her body still ached from the assassin’s attack. Her companions were battered and bloodied, but they rode tall behind her.She would not show weakness.Not here. Not now.A captain approached. “By what right do you seek entry?”Aria’s voice rang clear: “By blood. By battle. I am Aria, Moonborn, protector of the Northern Pack, emissary of King Kael.”The guards exchanged wary glances.“You come without summons.”“I come with warning.”A long pause. Then, reluctantl

The Eastern RiderSnow whipped across the open fields as the lone rider approached, hooves thundering against frozen earth. From the battlements of Eldara, Aria stood tense, her sharp gaze locked on the distant figure.Around her, Kael and the commanders gathered. The warriors below shifted uneasily. No one knew what to expect.The rider crossed the outer ward, cloak fluttering like a banner of warning. Blood stained the edges of his armor. His wolf steed was foam-flecked and wild-eyed.Kael gave a curt nod. “Lower the gate. But keep archers ready.”Moments later, the rider burst into the main courtyard. Before the guards could challenge him, he dismounted with a stagger and dropped to one knee.“Message... from the Eastern Border...” His voice was raw from cold and exhaustion.Aria moved swiftly, kneeling beside him. “Speak.”The man looked up, face gaunt, lips pale.“They come... not just Velkar’s forces.” He swallowed hard. “The Eastern Lords. The rogue clans. Some fight... but man

Allies and ShadowsBy dawn, Kael was on his feet again.The wound still burned beneath the bandages, but he showed no weakness as the party rode northward through the snow-choked highlands.Aria watched him closely.He was steady, but she could sense the strain beneath his calm see it in the set of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders.Still, he didn’t ask for help. And she didn’t offer it, knowing how thin his pride was stretched. But the sight of him wounded his blood on the snow had shaken her more than she dared admit.Because it wasn’t just fear for an ally.Not anymore.And that terrified her more than any blade.---They rode hard that day.The land grew harsher jagged cliffs and deep ravines, the sky dark with storm clouds. No birds sang. No signs of life stirred.“The highland passes are cursed,” Sera murmured. “No pack has lived here in a generation.”“But the Highland Packs still answer the call,” Garron said grimly. “Wolves born of harsher blood.”By late afternoon, a hor

Unspoken TruthsThe night after the battle was still.Too still.Snow fell soft over the blood-soaked gorge, covering the wounds of the earth. Fires burned low in the Highland camp, casting long shadows across battered tents and weary warriors.But Aria found no rest.She stood alone atop the cliff, the cold wind biting through her cloak. Her sword hung at her hip, the crescent mark at her neck still warm with fading magic.Below, the wounded were tended. The dead were mourned.And in her heart chaos.The Blood Witch’s spell had struck deep not just at her body, but at old wounds long buried. Her doubts. Her fears. Her pride.She had broken the chains.But the echoes remained.You cannot trust him.Aria clenched the stone beneath her fingers.And yet… Kael’s voice had pulled her back.You are stronger than this. Stronger than me.He had not tried to command her.He had believed in her.That alone had shaken her more than the spell itself.---Behind her, footsteps approached familiar,

Moonfire and ShadowsThe silver fire raged through Aria’s body.Her breath caught, her vision blurred. It was as if the moon itself had poured its power into her blood, igniting her mark until every nerve burned with magic.She forced herself to remain kneeling, hands braced against the snow. The ritual was dangerous few could call the Moonfire and survive. None in this age had dared it.But if she failed now…Velkar’s ancient masters would sweep across the land.Aria gritted her teeth and whispered the final words of the spell. The earth beneath her pulsed in answer an ancient rhythm, older than any council.Above her, the moonlight flared bright and fierce, a column of silver flame rising into the sky.And in the shadows of the keep, unseen eyes watched.---Kael paced the high tower, muscles tight with frustration.He hated this. Hated waiting while Aria risked everything alone.Garron entered at a run. “She still holds the ritual.”“How long?” Kael demanded.“No one knows. If s