Semua Bab Rejected By The Alpha, Desired By The King: Bab 1 - Bab 8

The sacred clearing came into view—where fated mates claimed each other under the stars.And I saw him. Tal, shoulders like armor. Brown hair tousled by the breeze. My wolf screamed his name in silence.“Darius.”His hand was on her waist, Cassia. She was in white. My heart cracked in perfect silence. She leaned her head on his chest, he held her like a promise.“No,” I whispered.My knees wobbled. I stepped forward, slowly, like maybe if I just looked closer, I’d see I was wrong. Maybe this was a mistake.And then he spoke.“I claim her as mine,” Darius said, voice proud and clear. “Cassia Dane is my fated mate.”Laughter, cheers, applause.I couldn’t breathe. The world tilted. My lungs forgot how to take in air. Cassia turned her face, found me across the clearing, her smile never faltered.She held out her hand toward me like I was a bridesmaid and not the discarded mate.I stepped back.The bond—It snapped like glass. Agony ripped through my chest. I doubled over, choking. My ribs

The scent of antiseptic and blood was thicker than ever.I shoved open the door to the healer’s ward with more force than I meant to. The wooden frame cracked against the stone wall with a bang. Nobody looked up.Because nobody cared. That was the way it worked for healers. We were invisible unless someone was bleeding. And even then—if you were an Omega, you were the last one thanked and the first one blamed.I walked to the table in the corner, dropping my pack with a grunt. My muscles shook as I pulled out herbs, bandages, blades. I needed work. I needed to focus. I needed something to hold on to, because if I let go, even for a second, I was going to scream, or worse—beg.And I’d rather bleed out quietly than beg.“Ayla.” Beta Larin’s voice barked from the door. “That gash on Braven’s leg reopened. Fix it before the next patrol.”I nodded once, he didn’t even say thank you. Just tossed a bloodied tunic on the floor and walked off like I was some low-rank servant. I grabbed the sti

The council courtyard had been swept clean, the torches lit and dressed in crimson banners. I stood behind the lower medic line, blending into the sea of Beta ranks, trying not to be noticed.The sky churned gray over the trees. He arrived like thunder.No horns. No announcement. Just the sharp clatter of hooves and paws on stone, then sudden silence as six massive wolves—guards—stalked through the gate.And behind them: Kael, the Alpha King. He didn’t walk, he moved like the air parted for him. Black leather, gold trim, shoulders like carved stone beneath a travel-worn cloak. His jaw was dusted with dark stubble, hair tousled by wind, eyes the color of molten amber set under thick brows.His wolf shadowed him. You could feel it—raw, untamed, pressing against the edge of his skin like a beast barely contained. Everyone bowed low, I didn’t. Not because I was bold—because my body wouldn’t move.My wolf stirred inside me for the first time in days. Not in warning but in recognition.Kael

‘The chains were hot. Then cold. Then… gone.’They fell away like mist, metal turning to dust as I sat up in the dark, gasping. The silver had burned into my wrists — but the wounds were already healing. Too fast—My wolf was active again, and she wasn’t silent anymore.I didn’t need telling twice. I stood, dizzy but steady, and pressed my palm against the rusted cell door, it creaked open before I touched it. I blinked, someone had unlocked it. I stepped into the corridor.Silence, no guards, no footsteps. Just the heavy smell of damp stone and something sharper beneath it, blood. I moved through the tunnel on bare feet, heart hammering, tracking the scent. It wasn’t fresh — older, sour like a warning.The stairwell loomed ahead, lit by a single guttering torch.I was halfway up when I saw him. Jarek, one of the younger warriors. Not high-ranked, not trusted but kind. He stood at the top, breathing hard, holding a ring of keys slick with sweat.His eyes widened when he saw me free. “Yo