บททั้งหมดของ HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Shadows of ZephyrThe night after the blood oath was heavy with silence. Not even the wolves dared to howl.Elena sat in her chamber, staring at the flickering candle on her bedside table. The wax dripped slowly, tracing the hours she’d spent waiting — waiting for Damien to wake, waiting for answers that refused to come.But the worst part wasn’t the waiting. It was the way the shadows seemed to breathe.Every time the flame bent, it looked like something was moving behind her. Watching.She pressed a trembling hand to her chest, feeling the faint pulse of her mark — hot and restless. Since the ritual, it hadn’t stopped burning. She could feel Damien somewhere in the packhouse, but his energy felt… wrong. Twisted.He’d looked at her earlier, eyes cold and distant. Not the man she’d fought, loved, and defied. Something else had looked through him — something ancient and cruel.Her throat tightened. What have you done, Damien?A soft wind brushed against her cheek, though her window was

Heartbeats in SecretThe stone walls of her chamber were painted silver by the moonlight that slowly seeped through the small window. Except for the faint rhythm beneath her palm, the room was too quiet.A heartbeat.Elena pressed her hand more firmly against her abdomen, breath catching when she felt the gentle flutter within her — faint, but real. The tiny kicks came again, fragile yet fierce, and something inside her broke open.She had expected fear. Maybe dread.But what she felt instead was wonder.The twins were alive. Moving. Growing inside her despite everything. Despite the golden prison she lived in, despite Damien’s control, despite the storm that had become her life.Her lips trembled as a small smile ghosted across her face. “You’re strong,” she whispered into the darkness. “Both of you.”But the warmth didn’t last. A chill wind slipped through the window’s cracks, wrapping her in unease. Because strength alone might not be enough.Her gaze drifted toward the heavy

Whispers of Treason The castle corridors felt heavier than usual, each step Elena took echoing like a drumbeat of dread.The shadows seemed alive, curling and twisting as if whispering secrets meant only for those with sharp enough ears to hear.She wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders, though the chill came from within, not the cold stone walls.Ever since the incident with the stranger in the council hall, Elena could feel eyes on her everywhere.Not just Damien’s — though his presence pressed on her like a constant weight — but others too, darker, hidden eyes filled with calculation and deceit.The twins stirred inside her, a subtle but persistent reminder that she was no longer just a pawn in the alpha’s games.Their power hummed under her skin, an electric thread she barely understood yet instinctively trusted.A faint creak behind her made her spin, hand instinctively reaching for the dagger hidden beneath her robe.No one was there.Only the shadows of the torches da

A Luna’s Defiance The council hall was colder than usual that morning, though sunlight spilled through tall, arched windows, cutting through the gloom.Elena stood at the center of the room, her hands clenched at her sides. The whispers of the pack members slithered through the air like poisonous smoke. “Luna…” someone murmured, a sharp note of disbelief. “Is this… her?”Elena didn’t flinch. She lifted her chin, forcing herself to breathe evenly despite the frantic beating of her heart.The twins inside her stirred — tiny nudges against her womb that reminded her of what she carried. Not just life, but power.Damien sat at the head of the council table, his golden eyes narrowing as they tracked her every move. His jaw was tense, lips pressed into a thin line.Zephyr lingered in the shadows at the far end of the hall, silent, muscles coiled, ready for anything.Elena’s gaze swept over the council members. Their faces were a mixture of fear, curiosity, and contempt.They had called h

Blood & Fury The battlefield was a storm of chaos. Smoke and mist twisted together, turning the forest into a living nightmare.Elena’s aura burned brightly around her, casting golden light that collided with the dark shadows of the rival alpha forces.Her heart pounded as she staggered forward. The twins thrashed violently inside her, amplifying the energy radiating from her body. Every step left scorch marks on the ground. Her wolf roared in defiance, demanding recognition.Damien struggled to his feet nearby, golden eyes blazing with fury and concern. Blood streaked his face from a recent collision with a rival warrior, yet he didn’t hesitate.With a guttural roar, he launched himself back into the fray. His claws tore through enemies, muscles straining with lethal precision.“Elena! Focus!” Zephyr’s voice cut through the chaos. His silver-blue eyes scanned the battlefield.He moved with unmatched grace, deflecting attacks, keeping enemies from closing in on her. Every now and