บททั้งหมดของ HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The Beast UnleashedDamien’s aura slammed into me before my mind could even register his presence.I was pressed back against the cracked pillar where Zephyr had been standing just a few moments before as the weight of it pushed the breath out of my lungs.Zephyr, however, did not tremble. With a smirk that could have broken glass, he took a step forward.“Late to the party, brother?”“Shut. Your. Mouth.” Damien’s voice was low, guttural, no longer human. His wolf prowled close to the surface, clawing to break free.I was frightened by the sight, but even more so by the way my heart continued to race due to Zephyr's proximity and the agreement we had just made.Damien’s eyes flicked to me, burning with betrayal. “You.”I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “Damien—”"You struck a deal with him?" With every word, his claws grew longer and his fangs flashed in the moonlight, and his voice cracked like thunder. He did not attempt to stop his wolf from emerging.Zephyr folded his arms, delibe

Whispers of BloodlineThe ruins still trembled with the weight of Damien’s presence.The word "Mine" echoed through my bones as his red eyes peered into me.Hatred and the dangerous heat of the bond pulsing through my blood caused my chest to explode, torn between anger and surrender.Zephyr stepped between us, golden light crackling over his half-shifted form as he growled. "You're not going to take her tonight."With his lips curling back over his ivory fangs, Damien's wolf growled. The air itself trembled at the sound. "I already own her. You cannot alter it in any way.My skin burned at his words, the mark at my throat pulsing violently. A whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it, humiliation twisting inside me.No matter how I fought, the bond bound me to him.Damien’s gaze flicked to my trembling body. His snarl softened into something darker, possessive. “You feel it too. Don’t you, Elena?”“Stop!” I screamed, my voice cracking with fury. “You don’t get to speak for me. N

The First ThreatThe great hall of the Blackthorn fortress was packed.The stone walls, carved with the snarling visages of long-dead alphas, seemed to lean inward, amplifying the voices that clashed like steel in the air. With each breath, the smell of power, rage, and expectation suffocated me, burning my lungs.I sat in the far corner, flanked by guards, the healer hovering anxiously behind me. The feeling made my stomach turn, but my hands automatically touched it. My kids were silent, as if they could feel the storm coming.Damien stood at the center of the hall, his crimson gaze hard, his shoulders rigid. He was every inch the Alpha King tonight, a shadow of power and blood. But even his aura could not eclipse the tension simmering in the chamber.Because three rival alphas had come.And they hadn’t come for peace.The first was Alpha Roran of the Ironfangs — massive, scarred, a brute of a man whose pack thrived on violence and mercenary work. His golden eyes gleamed with gr

Signs of LifeThe world tilted sideways.One moment I stood in the council hall, Damien’s furious gaze pinning me in place while the dead weight of Roran’s body bled into the floor. The next, the torches blurred into streaks of gold and crimson. My knees buckled.“Elena!”I heard Damien’s voice, sharp and commanding, but it echoed like thunder through water. My body crumpled, the last thing I felt was the cold stone rushing up to meet me—then darkness swallowed everything.When awareness returned, it came in fragments. The softness of furs beneath me. The sharp scent of herbs burning in a brazier. A murmur of voices I couldn’t quite make out.My eyelids fluttered, heavy as stone. My chest ached as though I’d run for miles, but it wasn’t the exhaustion of battle. It was deeper—an exhaustion of the soul.“She stirs,” someone whispered.The air shifted, and I felt it—the suffocating weight of dominance pressing down on me. Damien.My eyes opened, blurry, and the first thing I saw was h

The Secret Kept Since Damien had rushed out with the bloodied scroll belonging to the Council, the room had become colder. I sat motionless on the bed, one hand pressed protectively over my stomach. The healer’s words replayed in my head again and again: Your child bears not one aura, but two. Two. Twins. Or something worse. I closed my eyes, heart hammering. I had already been marked as the cursed, rejected mate. If the Council knew of the prophecy—of twins born from rejection—they would never let me or my child live. I started at a sharp knock. The healer closed the door after herself and slipped back in. Her eyes gleamed with urgency, but her lined face was pallid. “You cannot trust them,” she whispered. “Who?” My voice cracked. “Any of them,” she said firmly. “Not Damien. Not the Council. Not even the wolf who claims to protect you from the shadows. If word spreads of what stirs inside you…” Her gaze dropped to my belly. “There will be no safe place left.” Fear clawed up