All Chapters of HIS REJECTION, ANOTHER'S CLAIM,MY TWINS,MY POWER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chains of DesireThe moon hung low and heavy over the dense forest, silver light filtering through the ancient oaks and bathing the pack’s territory in an ethereal glow. Elena sat silently on the edge of the clearing, her gaze distant as she wrapped her arms protectively around her swollen belly. The twins shifted inside her, small kicks and movements echoing the storm inside her heart.The night was supposed to be peaceful. The kind of stillness that came before a storm.Her breath hitched as she recalled the last days—the sharp edge of Zephyr’s gaze, the way his presence made her pulse race and her mind reel. She had fought it fiercely, telling herself she didn’t need him. That she could handle this alone. But the truth was undeniable now.She was drawn to him.A soft rustle behind her made Elena tense. Her heart thudded wildly as Zephyr stepped into the clearing, his dark eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the distant campfire. His usual calm was replaced with a raw, unguarde

Blood on the SnowThe biting wind whipped through the dense forest, carrying a chill that seeped into the bones. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the overcast sky, blanketing the earth in an eerie silence that only deepened the tension gripping Elena’s heart. She clutched her twins tightly to her chest as they nestled against her, their tiny breaths warm against the cold air.Zephyr was just a few paces behind, alert and watchful, while Damien’s warriors formed a tight protective ring around them. Despite the heavy guard, Elena’s instincts screamed danger — an invisible threat lurking, watching, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.Her eyes flicked to the shadows between the trees, where something moved too fluidly, too silently to be natural. The pack sensed it too; a low growl rose from the warriors as they shifted, hands reaching for weapons.Elena’s pulse quickened, the fire of her frustration and fear kindling deep inside her. She tightened her hold on the twins, feeling the

The Trial of PowerElenaThe Council chamber felt like a graveyard. Ancient stone, frozen torches, walls painted with long-forgotten wars. And those eyes—cold, weighing, hungry for a mistake.They weren’t here to test me.They were here to destroy me.My pulse pounded in my throat as I stood alone beneath the moon sigil carved into the marble floor. A symbol of power… and judgment.“Bring in the accused,” a voice announced from somewhere above, echoing like thunder.Accused. Not Luna. Not even a wolf. Accused.I should’ve been used to humiliation by now—but this was different. This time, I could feel the magic under my skin reacting, burning, like it wanted to break out.I swallowed hard, hands trembling as the High Councilor rose from his seat.“Elena Vale,” he called, voice sharp. “You are charged with uncontrolled manifestation of forbidden abilities—Moonfire and Bloodbinding. State your defense.”“My powers manifested to save lives, not take them,” I said, trying not to sound afra

The Luna’s FuryElena POVI felt him the moment I stepped across the threshold of the war room—the bond tightening in my chest like a snare catching bone. Damien had tried to suppress it, I could tell. But I could also sense fear—fear of me, fear about me, fear about what I might discover.Good.He should be afraid.I’d finally pieced together enough scraps—whispers in hallways, overheard orders, the sudden silencing of anyone who spoke of the eastern borders. Damien’s strategy meetings suddenly closed to me. His abrupt decision to assign guards to follow my every move. And worst of all—the petition he’d secretly sent to the Council for authorization to use “unregulated Luna power” in wartime.My power.My body.My blood.Without my consent.Without my knowledge.I walked into the chamber, the doors slamming against stone as if pushed by the weight of my fury alone.“Everyone out,” I said.The Alphas and commanders exchanged looks. Damien opened his mouth as if to issue a command tha

A Choice DelayedThe moment I stepped into the twins’ room, the world outside stopped mattering.The war drums.The arguments between Damien and Zephyr. The prophecy whispered doom into my ear. All of it quieted the second I saw my children sleeping—tiny chests rising and falling, unaware that the world wanted to use them, fear them, or destroy them.My heart cracked open. I lowered myself to the floor beside their beds and let my fingers hover above their warm skin.Peace. I didn’t realize how starved I was for it.A soft knock came from the door.I didn’t even need to turn.Damien’s scent—dark smoke and wolf heat—rolled into the room first. Zephyr’s followed right behind, cooler, sharper, threaded with storm air.Of course.They couldn’t even give me five minutes.“Elena,” Damien said, voice tight. “We need to finish this conversation.”Zephyr stepped in, eyes calm but intense. “No—we need to let her breathe.”I stood slowly, turning to face them. Both alphas froze as if bracing for