Lahat ng Kabanata ng Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

The doctor shook his head slowly. “I don’t have any, I am not the Moon Goddess. But the two must have known each other. They must have been in close proximity not long ago. Whoever he is… he is not a stranger to her.” “Petric!” Naib Juara and Nola shouted at the same time, their voices overlapping in a sharp, instinctive cry.Nola stepped forward, breath trembling. “He left for Blue Moon for his first shift. Aunt Margie and Emile are still here, assisting with the search for Calla.” “Fetch them here!” King Atticus commanded.Chief Warrior Ethan sprinted out of the room in search of the couple. It took about fifteen minutes for them to enter the King’s office, rubbing their eyes to clear the last traces of sleep. “Margie, Emile, my daughter has just gone through an ordeal this night and the doctor here suspects her mate has undergone his first shift,” he informed the two, watching them closely. “There are s

Zara stared at the Queen, shocked by the revelation about her auntie Amy, the hidden, sharp sting of prejudice in their own Royal circle. This was the first time they had talked about this kind of bigotry, to Zara, it had never mattered if a wolf was pure blood or mixed. The unsettling thought that there were wolves, friends even, who secretly scorned Petric, felt worse than any outright opposition. Anna noticed the fast-changing expressions on her daughter’s face, first shock, then fierce determination. She needed to ensure her message was clearly understood. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Let me be perfectly clear: If he’s your mate, your father and I accept him completely, without reservation. We will be the first ones to defend your bond,” Anna reiterated, gently rubbing her thumbs over Zara’s knuckles. “We just want you to be happy. That’s all we care about. But you also need to know the challenge you’re accepting. There wil

Still in Blue Moon … Emile stared intently at Margie, his Alpha instincts screaming a warning that vibrated deep in his chest. Something was wrong, so wrong it made the hairs along his arms prickle. She was too calm, unnervingly so, as if she had rehearsed this moment long before he stepped into the room. It wasn't just the lack of panic, it was the clinical precision of her movements, the way she smoothed her skirt as if they were discussing the weather rather than their missing heir. Margie knew more about their son's disappearance than she let on, he could see it in the way she didn't meet his eyes with the expected spark of shared concern. Mother and son had always been close, as her only pup, she had spoiled Petric immensely. She had been his confidante, his shield against Emile’s stricter expectations, and yet here she was, acting as if he had simply gone on a weekend hiking trip. Yet, Petric had man

King Atticus and Queen Anne stood on the high stone balcony, flanked by former King Arthur, Princess Jass, and her mate, the retired Chief Warrior Walther. From their elevated vantage point, they looked down at the courtyard, watching the swirling colors and hearing the raucous laughter of the pack's youth. To the teenagers below, it was the party of the century. To the Royals above, it was a vigil. They all knew Zara was vibrating with anticipation, her eyes constantly darting toward the Palace gates in search of Petric. But the mood on the balcony was somber. Royal Intelligence had been scouring the territories for weeks, and they hadn't found so much as a stray scent or footprint of the lost future Alpha of Blue Moon. There was zero indication that Petric was anywhere near the Kingdom. “Atticus, you and Arthur need to be ready to catch her when the clock strikes twelve and Petric is still a no-show. She’s built a goddamn shrine to him

The silence that followed Diamond’s admission was heavier than the forest itself. It was a silence that carried the weight of a thousand expectations, now crushed into the dirt beneath Zara’s paws. In the physical world, the white wolf stood frozen, a statue of ivory fur against the dark loam, but inside, a tempest was raging. ‘No,’ Diamond finally admitted with a heavy, leaden regret. ‘He isn’t anywhere in the vicinity. There is no scent of him, no echo of his spirit. I can’t find his wolf to confirm, Zara. Not even a lingering trail from the morning.’ Zara suppressed a scream of anguish. If she were still human, she would have fallen to her knees, her hands clutching at the mossy earth until her nails bled. This was the nightmare she hadn't allowed herself to fully imagine, the dark, cold shadow that had lingered behind every wish for the last six months. She had been so