Semua Bab The Banished Mate: Awakening The Silver Wolf: Bab 41 - Bab 50

The moon hung like a sentinel above the Shadow Fang pack lands, bathing the cliffs in a silver glow. The forest below whispered with the hush of wind through leaves, the world wrapped in a blanket of midnight serenity.Ella stood alone at the edge of the cliff, her white hair rippling in the breeze, her gaze lost in the horizon. The air was cool, scented with pine and earth, grounding her in a place that finally felt like home. And yet, her heart fluttered—alive with emotions too vast to name.Behind her, a familiar warmth approached, quiet but unmistakable. She didn’t need to look to know who it was. Damian.He stopped just behind her, his presence steady and powerful. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low, rough with the edge of night.Ella smiled faintly, her arms folding over her chest. “Too many thoughts,” she whispered. “Everything’s changed... and somehow, I’m still standing.”Damian stepped closer, his chest brushing her back, his arms sliding around her waist. She melted

The grand hall of the Shadow Fang pack house pulsed with life. Flickering torches cast golden light across ancient stone walls, and the air thrummed with a mix of reverence and excitement. Warriors stood in formation, their eyes sharp. Elders watched in silence, their expressions unreadable but intrigued. Murmurs rippled through the crowd—curiosity, wonder, and whispered tales of the silver-haired she-wolf who had stolen their Alpha’s heart.Ella stood at the threshold, her pulse pounding in her ears. Draped in a flowing gown the color of moonlight, she looked ethereal—yet undeniably powerful. Her silver hair spilled like liquid starlight over her shoulders, and her eyes glowed with quiet fire. The scars of her past had not vanished, but they had become armor. She was no longer the outcast, the broken, the forgotten. She had risen—from ashes, from chains, from exile.And tonight, she would rise as Luna.Damian appeared beside her, tall and imposing, his aura blazing with dominance and

Zara stood in the corner of her dark chamber, eyes narrowed as one of her spies knelt before her, breathing hard, dust clinging to his cloak from the long journey.“What did you see?” she asked coldly, her voice like ice.The spy kept his head bowed. “It’s done... the Mate Ceremony. Damian has claimed her. The entire pack witnessed it. They accepted her as Luna.”Zara’s jaw clenched. Her fists curled tightly at her sides. “And the wolf? What of the White Wolf?”The spy hesitated for a heartbeat. “She... awakened. During a fight in the arena. She transformed. It was her—silver eyes, glowing white fur. The ancient power... it’s her.”Zara turned slowly, her body trembling—not with fear, but pure, blistering rage. Her lips twisted into a snarl.“She was nothing,” she hissed. “A broken slave. A filthy rogue! And now they cheer for her like she’s some kind of goddess?”The spy dared not speak.Zara spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, her eyes burning with hatred. She marched thro

The morning sun broke gently over Shadow Fang Pack’s land, casting golden rays through the trees. Birds sang, warriors trained in the clearing, and children laughed as they chased each other through the grass. On the surface, everything seemed perfect.But beneath the peace… something had begun to shift.Ella stood at the training grounds, her silver eyes focused as she sparred with two younger warriors. Her movements were sharp, graceful—until a sudden, stabbing pain shot through her head.She stumbled, the world blurring for a moment.“Luna!” one of the warriors gasped, rushing to her side.Ella waved them off, blinking as the pain faded just as quickly as it had come. “I’m fine,” she murmured, though her heart was pounding. Something felt… wrong.Later that day, a patrol returned with grim faces.“Two deer found dead in the forest,” the lead warrior reported to Damian. “No wounds, no signs of struggle. But their eyes… they were black. Like something drained the life right out of th

In the depths of her dark chamber, Lila stood over her cauldron once again, her fingers coated in black ash, her eyes glowing with fury. The failure of the first curse still burned in her veins. The White Wolf had sniffed it out—how? No matter.This time, there would be no mistake.She poured blood from a silver chalice into the swirling potion. It hissed and screamed as it touched the surface.“This one won’t touch her soul,” Lila whispered to herself. “No… this one will rot her from the inside out.”Zara stood to the side, watching with quiet intensity. When Lila turned toward her, vial in hand, Zara stepped forward without hesitation.Lila’s voice was cold and sharp. “Slip this into her food. And place a few drops beneath her pillow. It must get into her system, into her mind. It’s a slow kill—subtle. The more she fights it… the faster it spreads.”Zara accepted the vial like it was a sacred blade.“She’ll suffer,” Lila said, her smile thin and cruel. “And no one will know why... u