All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Crown: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ember Celeste Frost's Point of View.It didn’t take long for my body to reclaim itself. At eighteen something in me was shifting—my wolf waking from sleep—and what would have finished a mere human only bruised me. I healed in weeks, proof that I was no longer helpless.The revelation hit me like a storm: I’d never been a mere human. For eighteen years, I lived in ignorance, blind to the wolf curled inside me. Confusion clawed at me, but life pushed me forward. Owen’s rejection faded to the background—what consumed me was the coming shift, the moment when I’d finally embraced the wolf I was meant to be. My parents stood by me every step, especially my mother. She fussed over me like I was a baby, teaching me everything I needed to know to step into adulthood. Truth be told, I was already grown and had learned much of this on my own, but I held my tongue, not wanting to dim her joy. I treasured these lost days with them, and we both poured our hearts into making up for the years snatch

Ember Celeste Frost’s povFor a long moment, he said nothing. No, yes, no, no, just that calm, unreadable expression that left me guessing.My father stayed silent, his gaze fixed on him. I wasn’t sure what was happening, so my eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them.Sir Orion seemed like a completely different man now. The playful, charming boy who had tried to tease me moments ago was gone. His lips were set in a firm line, and he met my father’s gaze without an ounce of hesitation. At last, I saw the courage and strength that marked him as a true warrior.My father’s expression had shifted, and now he seemed intimidating. His eyes radiated dignity, seriousness, and something else I couldn’t quite name. Usually kind and playful with me, at this moment, I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. I didn’t have the courage.I held my breath, certain the standoff would last forever, until Orion moved aside.“I am deeply honoured, Your Majesty.”His smile was perfect, yet som

Ember Frost's POVBy the time I completed my second lap around the training ground, my breath came in ragged gasps. My legs felt like lead, my stomach twisted into painful knots, and I bent over, clutching my knees, convinced I might collapse then and there.I hated to admit it, but Orion was an exceptional trainer. He seemed to know exactly where my limits lay and had no qualms about pushing me to the edge, as if my survival didn’t matter. Each moment of training felt like a battle with death itself, yet even when my body screamed for mercy, I forced myself to rise again.“This won’t do. You’re too weak.” He studied me with a critical gaze. I had no rebuttal; he was right.Yes, I was out of shape, painfully so. Back when I trained with my peers, they always went easy on me, carefully limiting my exercises. If something seemed too complicated, I was made to sit out and watch from the sidelines while they endured the gruelling routines. My body had grown soft from years of pampering; m

Ember Frost's POVOver dinner, my father announced that visitors would be arriving soon. I inclined my head in acknowledgment, though inwardly, I paid it no mind. After all, during these weeks, I’d already been paraded before more strangers than I cared to count.However, I nearly choked on my food when Orion walked in, followed by a tall, unfamiliar man. If not for the glass of water I snatched up just in time, history would’ve remembered me as the first princess who died of shock at the dinner table.Their resemblance was undeniable — the same eyes, the same sharp jawline, though the elder carried himself with a refined composure that made him seem carved from another world. But the silence that fell over the table unsettled me. No greetings, no warmth, only a heavy stillness that pressed down on the room. Even Orion, ever the reckless tease, remained rigid and somber at his father’s side.The silence was so unnerving that I lost my appetite completely and set my food aside. For onc

Ember Frost's POVI felt a wave of relief wash over me, thankful for his thoughtful kindness that helped lift the sudden sadness I’d been feeling."I've been judging you all wrong," I said quietly. "It’s never right to judge someone you don’t truly know. Thank you for being there for me today, for giving me a shoulder to lean on, and for your kindness."He laughed again. "Come on, it’s nothing. If anyone dares to bully you again, don’t hesitate to come to me. I’ll take care of them for messing with you."I smiled at him, then reached out my hand. "Alright, I’ll reluctantly consider you my friend," I said with a teasing grin.His hand was gentle, yet firm, and we shared a solid handshake, sealing our newfound friendship."Alright, where are we heading?" I asked, intrigued. He was looking more and more pleasant to the eye with each passing second, which made me even more excited for the journey.He didn’t answer my question right away. Instead, he asked, "Are you sure you want to go out