บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's chosen One : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Selene – First Person POVRebellion doesn’t begin with screams.It begins with whispers.I felt it before I heard it—before the scouts reported skirmishes on the borders, before the elders came to me with fear clouding their eyes. The pack bond trembled like a stretched wire about to snap, carrying unrest from wolf to wolf. Sleeplessness. Anger. Doubt.This… this was the spread.I stood at the high balcony of the Alpha house, dawn bleeding slowly into the sky, staining the clouds red and gold. The wind carried the scents of my people—smoke, iron, fear. Below, the pack moved as usual, but the rhythm was wrong. Too stiff. Too quiet.A storm was coming.And it was my responsibility to stop it—or survive it.Liam joined me without a sound, his presence warm against my side. Even without looking, I knew his jaw was tight. The mate bond hummed between us, heavy with unspoken thoughts.“They’ve started choosing sides,” he said quietly.I closed my eyes. “I know.”The rebels weren’t calling t

Liam’s POVThe night the Moon Trial was called, the sky felt too close to the earth.The moon hung full and heavy above the sacred grounds, silver light spilling like a warning rather than a blessing. Every pack had answered the summons. Alphas stood shoulder to shoulder with Betas, warriors lined the edges of the clearing, and elders murmured in uneasy voices. Fear moved through the crowd like a living thing.This was no ordinary trial.This was judgment.I stood beside Selene at the heart of the circle, the ancient Moonstone embedded in the earth between us glowing faintly under our feet. The mate bond between us pulsed—steady, strong, but tense. I could feel her resolve through it. I could also feel her anger, sharp and contained like a blade waiting to be drawn.The rebellion had spread faster than any of us anticipated. Whispers turned into defiance. Defiance into bloodshed. Packs accusing packs. Alphas questioning the Moon’s will itself.And now, here we were.“The Moon Trial ha

The crown has never been light.I learned that long before the rebellion spilled blood across pack borders, long before Selene stood before the Moon Trial with fire in her eyes and destiny wrapped around her spine. But tonight, as I stand on the highest balcony of the royal palace, the truth settles deeper than bone.The wind carries the scent of war.Steel. Fear. Wolves preparing to die.Below me, the royal courtyard is alive with movement. Torches burn in steady lines, their flames bowing to the night breeze. Warriors in dark armor move with disciplined precision, silver-threaded cloaks marking them as royal forces—trained not just to fight, but to obey. Every step they take echoes with centuries of loyalty sworn to the throne I abandoned once… and now must reclaim fully.I tighten my grip on the stone railing.I never wanted this life.But the Moon does not choose without reason.“Your Highness.”The voice comes from behind me—steady, respectful. I don’t turn immediately. I already

Selene — First Person POVThe night smelled wrong.Not of pine and earth like it should—but of smoke, iron, and fear.I stood at the center of the war room as the last scout finished his report, his voice shaking despite his attempt at discipline. Blood stained the cuff of his sleeve. Not his. I knew that because his pulse was steady. Too steady.“They struck the eastern watchtower just before dawn,” he said. “Silent entry. No alarms. Three guards dead. One missing.”Missing.The word settled into my bones like frost.Around the table, my Alphas and commanders exchanged grim looks. This wasn’t a random attack. This wasn’t rebellion spilling over. This was precision. Planning. A message.They were getting closer.I curled my fingers into my palm, feeling the familiar hum of the Moon beneath my skin—restless, alert, furious. She felt it too. The imbalance. The lie tightening around the packs like a noose.“Clear the room,” I said.No one hesitated. Within seconds, only Mira remained, he

Selene – First Person POVThe moon rose bleeding silver through the smoke.I stood at the edge of the inner courtyard, my boots slick with blood that wasn’t all mine, my breath tearing in and out of my chest as if my lungs had forgotten how to work without pain. Around me, the pack moved in fragments—warriors dragging the wounded away, healers kneeling in the dirt, elders whispering prayers to a sky that had watched us suffer for far too long.This was no longer a threat whispering in the dark.This was war.I lifted my head, forcing my spine straight even as my body screamed. An Alpha could not bend now. Not when every eye kept flicking toward me, measuring my strength, my resolve—my right to lead.The assassination attempt had failed, but barely.If Liam hadn’t dragged me down behind the stone well when the arrow flew, it would have pierced my heart. The poison on its tip still burned under my skin where it grazed my shoulder, black veins spidering before the healers forced the toxi