บททั้งหมดของ HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The Secret KeptThe castle was silent, but for Elena, silence had never been louder.Every creak of the floorboards, every whisper of wind through the tall windows felt amplified — a constant reminder of the prison she called home.She sat on the edge of her bed, hands pressed against her stomach. The twins shifted restlessly inside her, small movements that sent both warmth and fear through her chest.She had never known life to feel so fragile, yet so fierce.A faint sound behind her made her stiffen. Footsteps — deliberate.Damien.Her pulse quickened. She couldn’t let him know. Not yet. The twins were more than children — they were power. She felt their energy thrumming through her veins, demanding attention, refusing restraint.Damien entered, his golden eyes sweeping the room. He carried himself with the authority of an alpha — calm, composed, dangerous.“Elena,” he said, voice deceptively soft. “You seem… distracted.”“I’m fine,” she replied, forcing her voice steady. “Just ti

Pack’s Hatred Elena sat alone in her chamber.The dim light of dusk filtered through the tall windows, casting long, cold shadows across the floor.The twins stirred within her, their small, urgent movements pressing against her like a heartbeat she could feel in her very soul.Every flutter sent a wave of warmth through her body—a reminder of the life, and power, she carried.But power was dangerous.In a pack like Damien’s, anything extraordinary was a threat—and Elena had already learned the cost of standing out.The whispers started that evening, creeping through the hallways like tendrils of smoke.First, it was just a glance, a quick eye darting in her direction.Then murmurs—soft, deliberate, venomous.“She’s cursed.”“She’s no true Luna.”“She’s bringing ruin to the pack.”Elena’s pulse tightened with every word that leaked through the thin walls of her chamber.She could feel the weight of their hatred pressing down on her—suffocating, invasive.Each murmur was like a knife,

The Elder’s Words The great hall was silent now.The chaos of the previous night lingered like smoke in the air.Torches flickered as the pack members and council gathered cautiously, their eyes darting nervously between Damien, Elena, and the shadows that had vanished as quickly as they appeared.But Elena could feel a tremor in the air — something ancient, something waiting.A hush fell when the massive double doors at the end of the hall creaked open.All eyes turned toward the entrance.And then she saw him — the Elder.He was old. Impossibly old.His silver hair fell like a waterfall over his shoulders.His eyes were pale and luminous, as if reflecting another world entirely.Every step he took resonated with authority and centuries of unseen power.Even Damien, fierce and unyielding, took a half-step back, tension rippling across his shoulders.“Elena,” the Elder’s voice was soft, yet it carried through the hall like a bell tolling a warning.“Come forward.”Elena’s stomach twi

The Jealous Alpha The sound of boots striking stone echoed sharply through the corridor—fast, angry, unstoppable. Elena’s pulse quickened. She didn’t need to see him to know who it was. The very air shifted when Damien was near, thick with power and something far more dangerous—possessive rage.Zephyr’s hand still rested on her shoulder. They’d barely escaped the aftermath of her vision, and he refused to leave her side until she steadied herself. But now… his presence could mean death.“Elena,” Zephyr murmured, sensing the approaching storm. “Breathe. Don’t panic.”Her heart hammered just as the heavy door to her chamber burst open with a violent crack.Damien stood there, golden eyes burning, his aura a storm of fury that made the candles flicker and die.For a long moment, no one spoke. The silence between the three of them hung heavier than chains.Then Damien’s voice cut through the stillness, low and deadly. “Tell me,” he said, each word sharp as a blade against her throat, “w

The TrialThey dragged Elena from her room before dawn.Cold hands. Hard grips. No explanations.“Don’t resist,” one guard hissed. “The Alpha commanded it.”Her feet barely touched the ground as they pulled her through the hallways of the Stone Keep. Torches flickered along the walls; shadows twisted around her like living things. The entire fortress seemed to pulse with tension — the pack already awake, already waiting.Damien had summoned the trial.Her trial.For “betrayal.”The word burned in her chest. Betrayal? She had hidden her pregnancy to protect the twins… and him. But the pack didn’t know. They only saw what they wanted — weakness, secrets, scandals, Zephyr’s presence.The guards shoved her into the council chamber. A gasp rippled through the gathered wolves.Her sister, the healers, warriors, elders — all there.And Damien, seated on the Alpha throne above them all.His expression was unreadable. His aura pressed down on her like iron. He didn’t look angry now. He looked