All Chapters of The Rejected Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Damon’s POVThe barrier screamed again.Silver fissures spiderwebbed across its surface, flashing like lightning in the night before fading. Each crack made my wolf bristle, made the rogues behind me snarl and shift, the tension a living thing coiling through the clearing.Maric’s wolves slammed against it in waves, claws striking, fangs gnashing, their howls like thunder against glass. The barrier shook, strained, but it held - for now.Rayna stood beside me, her silver eyes locked on Maric’s, her presence wrapping the battlefield in fire and steel. She didn’t waver, not even as dozens of his wolves bent low under her dominance, bowing to her instead of him. But her fire burned so bright it scared me, because I knew the cost. She was still raw, still bleeding inside from Aiden’s death, and yet she burned anyway.I smelled it before I saw it.The air shifted. Carried new scents. Too many. Too close.My head snapped toward the treeline and my stomach went cold.Beyond the barrier, past

Rayna’s POVMaric buckled under me, his claws raking weakly against my arms, his blood steaming as silver fire burned through the wound in his chest. His pale eyes, so cold and cruel, were wide with something I never thought I’d see in him.Fear.“You’re finished,” I whispered, my voice half-wolf, half-woman, thick with the power flooding through me. My claws pressed deeper, and he howled, his body arching under the weight of my dominance. Around us, wolves bowed - their ears flat, their throats bared - not just rogues, not just Moonclaw, but outsiders too.They were mine.The fire inside me flared higher, silver light spilling from my skin, pushing down over the battlefield. I felt their hearts beat with mine, their wolves answering my call before I’d even given it. They bent because they had no choice. Because I was Alpha now. Because I was Queen.And then the bond screamed.A warning, sharp and jagged, tearing through my chest. Damon.I twisted my head - just in time to see the sha

Rayna POVThe earth stirred.At first I thought it was the exhaustion pulling me under. But then the shadows shifted at the edge of the battlefield. A ripple moved through the trees, dark and silver, like moonlight walking. Wolves bristled, growls trembling in their throats.Female stepped out.The Wendrah. - I somehow knew it was her. Felt the familiar conection with her magic. No longer the twisted beast that lived under the temple ruins, but a woman - tall, terrible, breathtaking. Her hair spilled silver-black down her back, her skin pale as bone, her eyes molten with the memory of the curse that had once chained her. Her presence struck the air like a blow, and wolves shrank back, ears flat, whines cutting through the silence.But when her gaze found mine, she smiled.“You freed me, Rayna. Thank you.” she said, her voice low, thrumming with the resonance of both wolf and spirit. “And the Moon has answered. You are her chosen fire. And now, what was lost shall be given again.”Her

Rayna’s POVThe council broke at last, Garrick already barking orders as he left the building, Kael at his side, blood still streaking down her cheek. Lira lingered longest, her strange silver eyes lingering on me in a way that made my wolf bristle - half warning, half blessing. Then she too slipped away.Only Damon and I remained.His hand found mine, rough and steady, grounding me when the weight of everything pressed like stone across my shoulders. I was a queen now. A queen with enemies at every border, with wolves at my back who were as likely to tear each other apart as they were to fight for me.But when his thumb brushed over my knuckles, all I felt was fire.“Tomorrow,” Damon murmured, his voice a low growl only I could hear, “we face the Alphas together.”My throat was raw, but my voice held. “Together.”His wolf pressed into mine, protective, possessive. Then he leaned close, lips grazing the shell of my ear, words darker now, edged with heat. “But tonight, you’re mine.”My

The bond between my wolf and the divine thrummed like a string drawn tight, vibrating with power I had only ever brushed at the edges of.When I lifted my gaze, silver eyes met silver eyes. The world fell away until there was nothing left but her and me.“My child,” she said again, her voice carrying like a song woven through the wind. “You have fought, bled, and refused to bow. You have shattered chains and taken oaths. You carry not just a crown, but the weight of every soul who still dares to believe in more.”The circle of wolves around us was utterly silent. No breath. No whisper. Just reverence heavy as stone.I swallowed hard. “I don’t know if I can be what they need.”Her smile curved, small and knowing. “That doubt is the proof that you can. Only those who question their worth are worthy of carrying it.”She stepped closer, her silver dress whispering against the earth. “But a kingdom cannot be built on strength alone. It must be built on trust, on vow, on sacrifice. You cann