Lahat ng Kabanata ng Crowned by the Moon, Rejected by the Alpha.: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The silver moon hangs perfectly and brightly over the sacred forest and gives it a wonderful glow through the old oak outside. Aria clings to the rough bark of a large tree at the end of the ritual, her ribs piercing her heart like a longing for freedom. The Moon ritual - the holiest night in her group’s calendar - takes place before her and is full of mysterious glory.She shouldn’t be here, Omega didn’t have a license, but that wasn’t her intention. They are used to staying in the shadows, serving, purifying and remaining invisible. But tonight, there is something that attracted her, a charm that she couldn't resist, she couldn't say or ignore it. Her wolf was constantly under her skin, aroused more than ever.The group formed a concentric circle around an old stone altar in the middle of a forest, where elder Moira wore a white ceremonial dress that seemed to shine in the moonlight. The hierarchy was presented in perfect order: Alpha Kale and the Pack Elite Warriors are in the inne

KALE'S POV In my head, the silence roared. It wasn’t just quiet. It screamed. Three hours had passed since the rejection. The loss of our connection clung to me like a phantom limb. It ached. It burned. No matter how much I told myself I did the right thing, the pain stayed. I sat at my desk in the old treehouse. General reports lay scattered in front of me. Might as well have been written in ancient runes. I couldn’t read them. Not really. My thoughts were nowhere near the page. “They’re just temporary,” I muttered and pressed my palms hard against my temples. “It’s just temporary,” I repeated. “The problem will fade. Everything goes back to normal.” But normal felt like another country. Some distant place I’d never see again. The room around me mocked me with its stillness. Aria’s presence used to shine here, quietly, through our bond. Now it was just space. Empty and cold. My wolf stirred at the edges of my mind. Restless. Frustrated. Desire and confusion twisted through h

The moonlight seemed different lately.It no longer just kissed Aria’s skin. It would flow, warm her bones, whisper things in a language she didn’t understand yet. She gazed at it for hours without realizing how time went by, her mouth slightly opened as if she was waiting for something. Words that she had never learned formed on her tongue before disappearing like smoke. Since she discovered her pregnancy, the world began to move around her. The forest no longer felt like a threat, but as a living being who looked at her, breathed and walked beside her.Sarah noticed it first."Your aura is changing," she murmured one night.The fire lit between them, casting their shadows in strange shapes along the worn walls. A strong scent of burning rosemary and old smoke filled the air. Sarah’s fingers followed a worn charm around her neck as she studied Aria with eyes older than the forest itself. Aria placed a hand on her lower back while the old woman sat by the fire, trying to relieve the cr

At night it blew on the walls.Aria opened her eyes and the silence of the room enveloped her like a second skin - heavy, obedient. Each breath seemed older than his body, as if it had come from the earth. Sarah had leaned in the furthest corner, her shallow breath rising and falling beneath a blanket that seemed older than time. The dust clung to its threads like secrets, like stories that no longer had mouths.But something outside called.Not with sound.With presence.Aria sat up slowly. Her feet slipped on the ground, and the cold bit the soles of his feet. The wooden door sighed as it opened, as if holding her breath with it. The darkness wasn’t empty—it was watching.The silver wolf moved slowly and carefully between the trees, as if it was somewhere important. Although the earth remained silent, he palpitated with consciousness. Every leaf held eyes. Every branch remembered.Aria stepped into the open air. Her hand instinctively found her stomach.It was still there—that soft,

The moon hovered just above the large white tips, shining everything around them in a soft silver glow.The cold air squeezed her skin, but Aria felt the heat inside. A warmth that no longer belonged to heralone. It had shifted. They stopped at the edge of the trees.Aria closed her eyes. She could feel her baby stirring again. A gentle pulse, not panic, not pain.It was a sign.“He’s waking something in you,” Sarah said, not looking at her. Aria didn’t ask who ‘he’ was since shealready knew. Although every part of her refused, the truth was as hard as a stone in her stomach.Kale.The name had a bitter taste in her mouth. The memory of his refusal burned behind her eyes. But the connection is neither broken nor complete. She heard it in the wind as the trees whispered his name.She felt it in his bones.“I thought I was free of this,” Aria whispered. Sarah placed a hand on her shoulder. “Freedom doesn’t always mean silence.” Aria looked at her, eyes wide.Sarah’s gaze softened. “