บททั้งหมดของ HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The Twin’s SecretThe dawn light filtered softly through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows over the camp. Elena sat quietly near the edge of the clearing, cradling one of her twins in her arms while the other explored the woods nearby, curiosity lighting up their bright eyes. For a moment, peace seemed possible — fragile, but real.The twins had been growing stronger each day, their powers awakening in unpredictable bursts that both fascinated and frightened Elena. She watched as the boy laughed, reaching out to touch a flickering orb of light that danced just above his palm. His sister giggled nearby, her fingers tracing faint, warm trails through the air where embers of fire sparked to life.Elena’s heart swelled with love and fear in equal measure. These children were her entire world. And yet, beneath that love lay a secret she guarded fiercely, a truth that could shatter everything she had fought for: the question of their father.She knew the pack whispered. The Council

The Moon’s Warning The night sky stretched endlessly above Elena, a deep velvet canvas sprinkled with silver stars, their cold light whispering secrets she was desperate to understand. The camp was quiet, the usual bustle of rogues and outcasts replaced by an eerie stillness that clung to the air like a shroud.Elena stood on the edge of the clearing, the twins sleeping peacefully in their makeshift cradle nearby, their soft breaths a balm to her restless mind. But sleep would not come for her—not tonight.Her hands trembled slightly as she clasped the pendant that had once belonged to her mother—a crescent moon carved from ancient bone, cold and heavy against her palm. It pulsed faintly with a silver glow, as if resonating with the very heartbeat of the moon above.“Come to me,” a voice whispered, carried on the cold wind.Elena’s breath caught.She turned, eyes searching the darkness beyond the trees. No one was there.The voice came again—soft, yet urgent.“Come to the sacred sto

The Council StrikesThe night was unnervingly silent, the kind of silence that pressed heavy on your chest and made every breath feel stolen. The Moonborn camp lay deep in the valley, nestled among towering pines whose branches clawed at the starless sky. Fires flickered in scattered clusters—watchfires, meant to keep predators and dark thoughts at bay.But nothing could prepare me for the shadow that fell over us.I was standing near the central firepit, watching the twins sleep, their chests rising and falling with peaceful innocence. For a brief moment, the crushing weight of leadership eased, replaced by a fragile hope. I imagined a future where they could grow strong without fear. Where I could protect them.Then the screams began.A single cry, sharp and fractured, shattered the quiet. Then another, and another—like a wave crashing over us.“Assassins!” Zephyr’s voice cut through the chaos as he sprang into action, claws unsheathed, eyes blazing with a fierce determination. “To

The Luna’s JudgmentThe camp was silent.Not the peaceful kind of silence that followed a storm, but the heavy, suffocating kind that pressed against the chest and made every breath feel too loud.My warriors stood in a wide circle around the central fire pit, their faces grim, their eyes fixed on the lone figure kneeling in the dirt.Kara.One of my earliest followers.One of the first rogues who had bowed to me when I claimed the Moonborn. One of the women I had trusted. Her hands were bound behind her back, silver chains cutting into her wrists. Blood streaked her temple where she had fought when they tried to restrain her.I stood before her, my cloak snapping in the cold wind, the twins flanking me on either side. The night air trembled with restrained power.“Speak,” I commanded.Kara lifted her head, eyes blazing with defiance. “You already know what I did.”A murmur rippled through the crowd.“You sold our location to the Council,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm in

The Secret HeirThe night sky was an endless canvas of stars, cold and distant, watching silently over the forest that had become our sanctuary — and battleground.The Moonborn camp had quieted after the chaos of recent days, but the unease lingered, like the smell of smoke after a fire.I stood by the flickering firelight, the twins curled asleep in their cradle near me. Their breathing was soft and even, but my heart thundered with questions I couldn’t silence.They were more than just my children.I knew that much.But how much more?A sudden hush fell over the camp as the oracle approached, her steps slow and deliberate. Draped in midnight robes adorned with silver embroidery of ancient symbols, her eyes gleamed like molten silver, reflecting a wisdom older than the forest itself. The Moonborn parted respectfully, giving her space to approach the circle of warriors gathered around the fire. I moved forward, anticipation knotting in my stomach.“Luna Elena,” the oracle began, her v