All Chapters of HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The Road to FreedomThe moon hung low, casting pale silver light over the dense forest. Elena moved swiftly but cautiously, her breath shallow and rapid, her heartbeat pounding louder with every step. The pack’s territory — once familiar and comforting — was now a prison she had shattered free from. Behind her, the twisted branches and dark shadows swallowed the path she’d fled, sealing her escape behind a veil of night.Her hands instinctively rested on her swollen belly, where the twins stirred softly, their small movements a steady reminder of the fragile lives she carried within. They were miracles in a world that had only offered her pain and betrayal. With every step forward, she swore a silent vow to protect them — at any cost.The biting cold night air slipped beneath her cloak, but Elena barely noticed. Her mind replayed the bitter moments that had led to this escape. Damien’s furious eyes — dark, possessive, and filled with a rage she could no longer endure. The Council’s

The Twins’ AwakeningThe air was thick with tension, the kind that crawled beneath your skin and whispered warnings of coming storms. Elena sat on a jagged rock overlooking the rebel camp’s training ground, her swollen belly heavy but her mind restless. The twins inside her stirred, their power simmering just beneath the surface — waiting.Around her, the rogues moved with cautious eyes, the scars of past battles etched deep on their faces. Yet none dared approach her recklessly. She was their Luna now, a beacon of something fierce and unyielding.Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the air.“Elena! Help!”The scream came from the forest’s edge, near where the younger rogues practiced with makeshift weapons. Instincts sharpened, Elena rose, clutching her belly protectively.Without hesitation, she sprinted toward the danger, the twins responding, thrumming like twin stars inside her.As she burst through the trees, she saw him — a boy barely fifteen, struggling against a snarling shadow-w

Damien’s DescentThe packhouse had never felt this empty.Damien stood alone in the great hall, the echoes of his footsteps mocking him as he crossed the cold stone floor. The fire in the hearth burned low, embers glowing like dying eyes, unable to warm the hollow in his chest. Since Elena’s escape, the territory felt wrong — unbalanced, as if the land itself rejected him.She was gone.And with her absence, something inside him had begun to rot.Damien clenched his fists, nails digging into his palms until blood welled. The pain barely registered. Nothing did anymore — not the bowed heads of his warriors, not the fear in his Beta’s eyes, not the whispers that followed him through the halls.The Alpha is breaking.He could feel his wolf pacing inside him, restless, furious, howling for what had been taken. For what he had lost.“She belongs here,” Damien growled to the empty room, his voice rough, unsteady. “She belongs to me.”The shadows did not argue back.A crash echoed from the

Council SpiesThe forest never truly slept.Even at dawn, when mist curled between the trees and the Moonborn camp stirred with cautious life, I felt eyes on me. Not the familiar watchfulness of my people. Not the quiet presence of Zephyr lurking at the edge of our borders.These eyes were cold. Calculating.Hunting.I stood at the ridge overlooking our camp, my twins wrapped in fur cloaks against my chest. The rogues were waking, sharpening blades, tending fires, murmuring prayers to the Moon Goddess. They trusted me. They believed this land was safe.It wasn’t.My wolf paced inside me, restless and growling. The scent of danger lingered in the air—old magic, Council magic.“They’re close,” I whispered.The twins shifted, their small hands tightening in my cloak. Even they could feel it. Zephyr emerged from the shadows, his expression grim. “I found tracks near the northern stream. Not rogues. Not Damien’s men.”My jaw tightened. “The Council.”He nodded. “Scouts. Spies.”A bitter la

Blood in the ForestThe night was too still.Even the usual rustle of the forest seemed to hold its breath, as if warning of the storm to come. The Moonborn camp lay nestled in the dense woodland, flickering torchlight dancing against the towering trees. Rogues, outcasts, and misfits had gathered here under Elena’s banner, a fragile alliance bound by desperation and hope.Elena sat by the fire, cradling one twin while the other slept in a sling on her back. The weight of leadership pressed on her, heavier than any pack’s expectations before. She could feel their eyes on her — the followers who had chosen her as Luna, the mother of their new family.Her mind drifted to Damien and Zephyr, both lurking somewhere beyond the treeline, pawns and players in a game she was only beginning to understand.A sudden snap of a twig shattered the quiet. Elena’s head snapped up, instincts flaring. "Enemies," she hissed, standing swiftly. The camp stirred instantly, weapons drawn and eyes scanning t