Todos os capítulos de Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

The throne room pulsed with a fury that no velvet curtain could soften. King Arthur stood at the center, his fists clenched at his sides, the veins in his neck taut with the kind of rage that only a disruption to the royal lineage could summon. He felt raw, exposed, and politically compromised. Eluna’s presence still bore down on the Palace, poised, expectant, and far too certain of her claim to the title of Queen. Yet it wasn’t her that stung the King’s pride, it was Atticus’s blunt rejection, delivered without hesitation or apology. His nephew’s departure had already rippled through the Kingdom, spreading like wildfire, and for many, it was nothing short of betrayal. "He left," the King spat, low and dangerous. "He left the Kingdom to chase a woman who ran from him. A girl who saw what she was never meant to see." Princess Jass, ever composed, watched her brother with the calm of someone who had weathere

Anna’s Point of View My Luna ceremony dwarfed every success I had ever achieved in life. Compared to my celebrated modeling career, the transition to entrepreneurship, and the milestone of earning my first million, this day felt like the only true accomplishment that mattered. Atticus, once my nightmare, then my masked protector, now the undeniable focus of my life, was finally giving me an official status. He was claiming me as his life partner before the entire world. A broad, unstoppable smile kept breaking through my composure. “Luna, just a moment. If you can only hold that massive grin in check, the makeup artist might actually be able to apply the final touch to your lips,” Magda, Elder Antonius’s mate, teased. This woman was pure joy, injecting infectious laughter and ease into the frantic preparations. Without her calm presence, I honestly don't know how I would hav

Atticus’s Point of View I was poised to kiss my mate, to sink my teeth into her skin and claim her before the Royal Decree could tear her away. My entire world had narrowed down to Anna’s wide, luminous eyes and the desperate affirmation of her love. We stood on the precipice of security, a bond so powerful it could defy the King. Then, a harsh, sneering voice ripped the air like a physical tearing of silk. “You wish!” The voice boomed from behind Warrior Cleo, cutting through the heavy silence that had settled after my command. “Anna, you’d better come here to me. You know why.” The collective gasp from the assembly was a unified wave of shock. Anna and I stiffened in the intimate space we had carved out, violently yanked from the moment that should have been ours alone. We turned slowly, adrenaline spiking, searching for the brazen idiot who dared violate a

Anna’s Point of View That voice! It was a sound that should have been impossible here, familiar, yet laced with a deep, authoritative timbre I had never heard with it before. It sliced through the tense silence of the Moon Howlers hall, momentarily eclipsing the predatory growl of the Lycans and the simmering fury of the Alphas. My mind registered it instantly, but my soul refused the recognition. It just couldn’t be her! Werewolves were formidable beings, certainly, but they did not cower before the human species. Not like this. A collective gasp rippled through the hundreds of gathered wolves as Margie, my human bond-sister, stepped resolutely onto the red carpet. She was a vision of fragile defiance, heavily pregnant, her movements a careful waddle, yet she parted the crowd of Lycans and lesser wolves as if they were mist. Her gaze, fiery and absolute, wa

Anna’s Point of View still I opened my mouth, the pressure of my most dangerous secret rising like a tide I could no longer contain, the names clawing at the edges of my tongue, desperate to break free and shatter the tension that held the room together. “Waris and Naib Juara…,” I stuttered. But Amy, attuned to my terror and the dangerous fragility of my confession, seized the moment and interjected with devastating tactical brilliance. “Alpha Atticus, the time for revelations is over, but the time for war is closer. But first, let us rid ourselves of this stench, this filth,” she spat with contempt as she turned sharply toward Alpha Vincent. “Vincent, at this very moment your pack is facing a crisis of unprecedented scale. As we speak, Stone River is locked in a direct confrontation with Crescent Moon. And yet here you stand, casually throwing your dwindling forces into the abyss, even as a second formid