Lahat ng Kabanata ng Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Anna, Jor, and Amy stood frozen, their mouths agape, witnessing the astonishing scene unfolding before them. This man, Emile, was unequivocally a werewolf, that much was immediately clear. Yet, the scent of his pack was hidden, off in a way none of them could place. It was evident, even from across the bustling Pit Stop, that he was high-ranking, the sheer authority radiating from him spoke volumes. His aura was undeniably dominant, a palpable force in the air, yet it seemed to visibly soften, almost melt, as his piercing eyes remained fixed solely on Margie. This lovely human, their oblivious Margie, was the werewolf's mate.That much they knew with a certainty that resonated through their own wolf instincts. A wave of surprise rippled through them. None of the three had ever heard of, let alone witnessed, a werewolf actually mated with a human. It was an anomaly, a breach of every known societal norm within their kind. The implications were staggering.

Beta Emile's Point of View I could hardly believe it. The Moon Goddess, in her unpredictable grace, had blessed me with a second chance mate! The mere thought sent a wave of disorienting euphoria through my chest, a sensation I hadn’t known existed since the world crumbled around me some time ago. After the brutal massacre that had claimed Lisse and my entire pack three years ago, I had been utterly shattered, teetering on the precipice of madness. There were days, far too many of them, when I felt on the brink of giving up entirely, the will to live, to simply exist, having completely vanished. My very soul had been a void, echoing with the screams of my loved ones and the agonizing silence of their absence. But an unknown force, a stubborn, tenacious spark deep within me, had held me upright, both mentally and physically. It was a burning ember of vengeance, a sworn oath to exact retrib

Beta Emile's Point of View still As we drove into what remained of Blue Moon, I felt the shift in the atmosphere immediately, like a physical change in the air pressure around us. The heavy, suffocating blanket of grief and desolation that had clung to this place for three long years seemed to have been subtly lifted. Instead, a fresh wind whispered through the skeletal trees and ravaged structures, carrying with it an energy that somehow offered a fragile glimmer of hope. It was almost like the old days, when Alpha Renee and Luna Andrea would walk these very paths, laughing, sharing words with their subordinates who eagerly came to greet them with unrestrained joy. A faint, bittersweet smile crept across my lips at the ghost of that memory. Something was happening here, something unexpected but important. There must have been a presence that finally helped lift the spirits of my fallen p

Anna’s Point of View I could already sense that something drastic was about to happen, Era, my wolf, had been antsy for some minutes. Suddenly, she stood bolt upright on her hind legs within my mind, a hint towards the cemetery where Emile had vanished behind the two towering gravestones of his Alphas. We had all seen him there, conversing with someone, likely the individual whose faint scent we had already detected from the packhouse, a subtle trace of another wolf. ‘What's up with you, Era?’ I muttered, a frustrated whisper escaping my lips. ‘What made you finally crawl out of your shell? It's nowhere near a full moon yet.’ I rolled my eyes, a silent protest at the lack of an immediate answer. To distract myself from my restless wolf’s premonitions, I immersed myself in the conversation with my friends. Of course, Margie was once again the victim of our good-natured t

Anna’s Point of View still “Never again! This is the last time! I swear!” I threw myself onto the back seat of the car, the tears streaming in hot rivulets down my cheeks. This humiliation cut deep, it had broken something fundamental inside me. Going through a broken mate bond three times was utterly devastating, I’m telling you! The pain was a familiar ache, but each time it cut sharper, stabbed deeper. “Anna!” Amy cried out in panic beside me. “What did he do to you? Don’t tell us he rejected you, a minute after he found you!” She looked out the window, her eyes blazing a fierce, dangerous red.When she made a move to get out to confront Ettire, I quickly grabbed her hand, my fingers digging into her arm. Amy, like Jor, was still just a rankless wolf in my pack, completely unprepared to face an Alpha, even one as mentally deeply wounded as Ettire. Their courage was admirable, but utterly