Semua Bab Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Bab 241 - Bab 248

The engines whined down into a low whistle. The silence that followed was heavy, pregnant with the violence to come. Alpha Stephan stood up, grabbing his heavy overcoat. "We walk out together. Calla in the center. Petric, you do not leave her side. I got this."The cabin door creaked open, and the cold mountain air rushed in, carrying the scent of pine, jet fuel, and underneath it all, the sharp, metallic tang of the Crown Prince. Calla’s hands were trembling. She stared at the door opening, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. For almost a year, she had lived in the quiet safety of the Amazon pack, building a version of herself that wasn’t defined by trauma. Now, the past was waiting just outside that door with a set of silver handcuffs and a crown.She adjusted her collar, ensuring the mark he had given her was partially visible, a flag of her own choosing. As they stepped out onto the air-stairs, the

"You," King Atticus growled. The sound didn't carry the polished resonance of a Royal decree, it was more a visceral, low-frequency warning, the kind of noise a wolf makes when it finds an intruder’s scent lingering in the deepest part of its den. Atticus stood tall in the center of the study, his shadow stretching long across the plush rug as he met the group head-on. There was a physical dominance in his stance that made the air in the room feel heavy and hard to swallow. Stephan stood paralyzed, he had spent years rehearsing this moment, practicing words that balanced humility with the desperation of a man seeking a second chance. But looking at Atticus, the hard set of his jaw, the way his eyes shimmered with a predatory, analytical light, none of those words mattered. They were paper shields against a hurricane. "So, you actually found your way back after beating the bush for more than

The heavy oak doors had barely clicked shut behind the Alphas of Woodcrest, Crescent Moon, and Blue Moon when the air shifted. They hadn't come alone. Their mates, Queen Anna’s inner circle, trailed in, expecting a tactical briefing or a Royal decree. What they found instead was a domestic hand grenade with the pin already pulled. Amy, the Luna of Crescent Moon, came to a dead halt. Her breath hitched, a jagged, ugly sound that cut through the silence. There, perched on the edge of a velvet chaise, was Calla. Her daughter. The girl who had vanished into the ether nearly a year ago, leaving behind a trail of frantic search parties and a grieving pack, hollowed-out bank accounts, and a grieving pack. But Calla wasn't huddled in a corner or looking like a victim.She was lounging intimately against Petric. The hybrid son of Margie and Emile looked far too comfortable, his arm draped possessively over Calla’s shoulders, his f

Millions Of Miles Away From the Kingdom … The air in the high peaks of the Ridgeback territory didn't taste like the stagnant, perfume-heavy hallways of the Kingdom. It was sharp, smelling of pine resin and the kind of cold that made your lungs ache in a way that felt like being alive. Princess Zara stood on a jagged outcropping, her boots hovering inches from a thousand-foot drop. She looked less like a Princess and more like a tourist in hiking gear. The wind whipped her hair across her face, but she didn't tuck it back. She liked the sting. It was a distraction from the dull, throbbing vacuum in her chest where her fated mate’s bond should have taken root. "If you fall, I’m not explaining it to your father," a voice called out from the tree line. "He’s scary enough when he’s happy." Zara didn't turn around. She knew the cadence of Alpha Mechi’s voice by heart now. He had been her shadow for months,