Lahat ng Kabanata ng Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Anna’s Point of View The drive to the main gates was fast and jarring, The vehicle skidded to a stop, kicking up dust and gravel. When we stepped out, the sight ahead immediately replaced my fatigue with cold, hard shock. The clearing was a tense mess of armed warriors from different packs, but my attention locked onto the two small figures at the center of the confrontation. My heart seized in my chest, a sudden, painful clamp. My twins were standing there, their familiar brown-gold hair slightly messy from the wind. They looked healthy and happy, a faint, almost curious smile on their small faces. Their focus was entirely on the massive, black wolf that had just ripped through a transformation to become Prince Atticus.. Waris, always the bold one, even had his hand stretched out toward Atticus, trying to make contact. My boys were under a year old but had the physical size of human toddlers nearing two.

Anna’s Point of View still Outside the gatehouse, the hostile battalions erupted in a thunderous roar, but inside the heavy stone walls, a cold and unsettling silence held us in its grip, pressing on our minds with a chilling sense of isolation and dread. I became acutely aware of the perilous situation we were in, a handful of unarmed women and one elite guard, trapped in a reinforced cage while hundreds of trained, angry Lycans paced beyond the door, hungry for retribution. Waris and Naib Juara were fast asleep in my arms, the exhaustive comfort of their warmth was a shield against the fear. I carefully shifted Waris, who was heaviest, trying not to disturb his deep, necessary rest. Naib Juara’s small hand was curled against my neck, a tiny, vital anchor. It was then that I saw her. Suzanne was still watching me. A deep, unexpected vulnerability, a flash of sorrowful affection that made h

“What is the actual status out there, Ethan?” I asked again.The warrior responded immediately. “Warrior Cleo reported through the mind link that the enemy battalions are no longer spread wide, they are forming into a single line, a dense, unified front,” Ethan relayed, his eyes fixed on the immense door, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his concealed blade. “Atticus is standing opposite them. He is waiting, patiently, for them to make a move. He acts as though he has already won.” The corner of Ethan’s mouth twitched into that strange, unnerving half-grin again.It was the first time I had ever seen him so completely unburdened, a bizarre and chilling display of relaxation given the scale of the impending conflict. He wore the smug certainty of a master chess player who had just set a checkmate several moves in advance. This warrior seemed to possess esoteric knowledge that guaranteed victory, and his confid

Then, the ground began to shake violently. It was not a simple tremor, but a deep, guttural resonance that rolled far beyond the tree line, reverberating through marrow. The sound was the synchronized, colossal impact of an army that traveled with unmatched speed and coordination, each stride pounding the soil with the inevitability of thunder. Shadows broke apart as the first ranks emerged, their formation flawless, their eyes burning with the cold fire of loyalty. And above them all, a voice thundered across the battlefield, silencing even the growl of the earth. “Kneel or be crushed beneath the Crown!” The words rang like a decree carved into stone, a command that carried not only authority but inevitability. Wolves who had moments before bristled with defiance felt their spines bend, their courage dissolve, their bodies compelled by the sheer gravity of the Guard’s presence.

While the Royal Wing pulsed with the impatient energy surrounding the twin Princes, a distinctly different, more oppressive atmosphere settled over the sprawling guest wing of the Palace. It was not excitement that reigned here, but a muted, nervous tension stemming from the acute awareness that a single moment this evening could irrevocably seal the fate of many. Luna Margie of Blue Moon, an elegant woman stepped into the opulent suite where her only son, Petric, was completing his preparations. Petric, the Best Man for the birthday twins, put the finishing touches on his tailored, deep-blue tuxedo, an ensemble that underscored his lean, yet powerful physique. Although he had been the inseparable confidant of the Princes Waris and Naib Juara since childhood, sharing school desks and every Royal holiday, he carried a subtle, inherent distinction. He was the son of an Alpha wolf and human Luna, a recognized hybrid.