All Chapters of The Rejected Queen: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Damon POVThe silver fire still clung to the air when Rayna straightened, her crown catching the moonlight like it had been forged from the Goddess’s own hand. Every wolf in the clearing stared at her, some bowing, some trembling, but none daring to look away.Her voice carried through the night, steady even as exhaustion shadowed her face.“You’ve given your vow. Now I ask one more thing of you.” She paused, letting the silence stretch until the weight of it pressed into every spine. “Stay. A few days. We need to shape this kingdom before we scatter back to our packs. A council must be made, laws written, ground set so what we built tonight doesn’t shatter tomorrow.”The Alphas shifted, glances flashing between them. Some stiffened at the thought of delay. Others looked relieved, as though someone had finally said the thing they hadn’t dared.Rayna’s gaze swept them, silver and unyielding. “When you return home, it will not be to old packs and old feuds. It will be as wolves of one k

Rayna’s POVThe morning drifted in quiet, pale light spilling through the shutters. Damon’s arms were around me still, even as we stood at the window. His chest pressed against my back, his chin brushing my hair, one of his hands warm against my stomach while the other held the cup of tea I cradled between both palms.Outside, the camp stirred slowly - fires smoldering to life, the faint sound of voices carried by the breeze. But in here, there was only us.“Stay like this a little longer,” I whispered, leaning back into him.He hummed low, lips brushing the side of my head. “I wasn’t planning to move.”The bond hummed between us, steady, unhurried. My fingers tightened around the cup, stealing its heat, grounding myself in the simple moment: the taste of bitter tea on my tongue, the steady rise and fall of Damon’s chest behind me, the warmth of morning soaking through wood and stone.For once, no one demanded my voice, my crown, my strength or to fight. For once, I was simply his, an

Damon’s POVHer head turned, silver eyes meeting mine for the briefest second. And though neither of us spoke, the bond carried enough - my vow, wordless but iron.I would stand between her and the fire. Between her and the knives. Between her and the ghosts of the kingdom that had failed before this one.Whatever rose here, it would not fall the same way. Not while I breathed.Ahead of us, the palace shimmered like moonlight made stone. The last wolves scattered back from the steps, bowing their heads, but not daring to follow. The great doors swung inward as if they had been waiting all along.Rayna’s fingers slipped into mine again, steady and sure. And together, we crossed the threshold.The air shifted as soon as we crossed the entrance.It wasn’t the cold echo of stone that met us, but warmth - subtle, steady, like the palace itself breathed. Light spilled in through tall, arched windows, catching on walls of pale stone veined with silver, the glow softer than fire, gentler than

Rayna’s POVI thought I had nothing left in me after he’d wrung me out, body trembling, soul still humming with the echoes of our bond. But the way Damon looked at me now - hungry, worshipful, silver eyes burning with possession - my body ached all over again.He brushed damp hair from my face, his thumb tracing my swollen lips. “One more,” he murmured, voice husky with both exhaustion and desire. “I need to feel you again. Slow this time.”I could only nod, my chest rising fast, my wolf already stirring with heat.He kissed me first, deep and languid, his tongue sliding against mine with unhurried devotion. His hands roamed lower, mapping every curve as though he’d never touched me before. When he entered me again, it was slow, deliberate, filling me inch by inch until I was gasping against his mouth.This wasn’t the wild claiming of before. This was worship - from begining to the end.He moved in a steady rhythm, rolling his hips, dragging the pleasure out until I was moaning softly

Rayna POVI steadied my breath, the shimmer of Wendrah’s vision still clinging to my skin.Her gaze was patient, but unyielding. She would not push me. This choice had to be mine.“What do I do?” My voice was quieter than I meant, rough from the enormity of it.Wendrah’s expression softened, her lips curving with something like pride. “You already carry the bond of the wolves. The Moon’s blessing rests on your brow. All you need is intent. Place your hands upon the earth. See what I showed you. Call it into being. And I will lend my strength to yours.”Her words vibrated in my chest, resonating with the silver warmth still threaded through my bones from the Goddess’s kiss.Damon’s hand squeezed my shoulder, grounding me. “You can do this, Rayna.” His wolf pressed firm against mine, lending me his steadiness. “And I’ll be right here.”I nodded, then knelt in the grass at the edge of the clearing. The ground was cool beneath my palms, damp with dew and ash. I closed my eyes.The vision