Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Celeste’s (Astrid’s) POV The council chamber reeked of fear. Not the kind born of battle — the quiet kind that made men choose their words carefully and pretend they didn’t see the knife at their throat. I stood behind Damien’s chair, calm on the surface, though the air in the room felt tense. Damien leaned forward, hands pressed against the table as the elders argued over numbers and alliances — all scrambling to hold together what was already slipping through their fingers. “The Southern Pack has cut off all trade routes,” Elder Ronan barked, slamming his palm down. “They’re saying we missed a shipment payment.” “That’s not true,” Damien shot back, eyes narrowing. “Grey Moon doesn’t miss payments — ever.” I tilted slightly, my tone calm and measured — smooth as silk. “Perhaps the misunderstanding lies in old agreements. The Southern Pack’s records are notoriously outdated. We could modernize the contract.” Elder Ronan’s glare shifted to me. “And by ‘modernize,’ you me

The letter arrived at dawn. It was sealed with wax and smelled faintly of lavender and smoke — the scent Mrs. Woods remembered from the night she’d last seen Celeste. She’d been too desperate to question it. Inside, the handwriting was soft and slanted, feminine, like someone trying not to be recognized. “If you want to save your daughter, there’s only one way. Alpha Damien is suffering because the world believes she’s mad. Remove him, and Taylor will be freed. The vial enclosed will make it painless. You are not alone in this fight. — An ally of the Moon.” The Woods never noticed the faint shimmer in the ink — the trace of magic that carried Astrid’s scent, hidden beneath the disguise of Celeste’s handwriting. They never once imagined that the so-called ally offering them hope was, in truth, the very shadow waiting to watch their world burn. By the time the sun sank behind the pines, the choice was already made — or maybe it had made them. Mrs. Woods sat at the e

The moon shone lightly, with a scar—a scar caused by Astrid’s pain. Even the universe could feel something terrible is about to unfold upon Greymoon.Astrid stood at the end of the balcony, her gown glowing faintly under the moonlight. Behind Sebastian stood watching her silently He said nothing; he only observed that was what he always did —observe her every move and do nothing. There were times Astrid even forgot that he was there. His gaze was always on her, the look that saw more than she wanted him to see. The kind that made her feel serene, and most times the kind that made her forget the sorrows in her heart. But lately, he has been distant and off. Having a cold foot in the revenge plans, something’s not right; she can feel it, but he keeps waving it off, saying it was nothing and that it was just a pack issue, which will be sorted sooner or later.He didn’t tell Astrid that her Anger and pain were awakening something Ancient from centuries ago—A moon spirit bound to her bloo

The moon has been bleeding for seven nights. Each night, it becomes darker, with less moonlight and more wind. The guards guarding my father's Throne room avoided my look, fear clearly written all over their faces. I heard my Father's voice from the hallway and went straight to him in the throne room. The throne — that's where rituals and rites take place. That's where gods are made and broken. There stood my father—the Alpha of Alphas. Blood flashed on his hand, tracing ancient words across the ancient stones. At the altar lay a vial filled with blood to the brim—Astrid’s blood. Her curse won her pain. “Is this what you call this!? “Slaughtering fate in the name of loyalty and duty?” My father, the Alpha, smiled “You sound so much like her, your mother. Be careful, son, lest you end up like her. But I know, my son, you would choose wisely to avoid the consequences of making the wrong choice.” I froze at the spot I stood. My father barely spoke about my mother after

Sebastian’s POVI’ve spent months pretending to be her betrothed. My father claims she was the key to the moon's awakening. He told me to protect her so that she stays and makes Greymoon and the Alpha fall in love.At first, I thought Astrid was a tool, a weapon I didn't expect to fall in love with.Now I get the madness in my father's evil plans. He doesn't want Astrid alive—he doesn't care whether she stays alive or not; all he wants is for the curse to awaken using Astrid as a vessel entirely.He believes vengeance will break open the immortal realm for himAscend as Alpha-God.Astrid only believes she was avenging a broken heart; she doesn't know she's feeding the curse. My father says it's destiny, but this is clearly cruelty. There might be a way to end this before death seals it, but then that could mean killing my father or killing the moon goddess’s vessel—that is, killing Astrid, the woman I have come to Love.My father wants me to ensure that Astrud fulfills Destiny, as he