Semua Bab Claimed By The Alpha Who Rejected Me: Bab 31 - Bab 40

“Luna of the Mooncrest, married to Lucian Vale, huh?” I muttered to myself.It sounded impossible, yet the words didn’t feel foreign. Something in my blood stirred at the name, like an echo answering a call. I couldn’t explain it, but it was there, quiet and undeniable.Footsteps padded behind me. Not loud, just soft enough to catch. Or maybe my senses were sharper now. I couldn’t be sure.“Seliene?” a timid voice called.I turned slowly. A young girl stood there in a maid’s gown, auburn hair pulled back, eyes wide with emotion.“You’re awake,” she whispered, her smile small but genuine.“I’m sorry… do I know you?”Her smile faltered.I did it again. I didn’t remember her.The guilt should’ve hit me harder. But all I felt was… nothing. Like staring into a hollow you know should be full.“I’m sorry,” I added out of habit. “I don’t remember much. Anything, really.”She looked down, fingers nervously tugging the hem of her apron. She seemed like she wanted to say more, but her shoulders

I stared at the ceiling, the weight of the dream still heavy on my chest. But my mind felt strangely empty. Eventually, I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed.In the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face. It bit into my skin, sharp and sobering. I blinked up at the mirror.The girl staring back didn’t look lost. Or haunted. But I could feel the invisible gap between who I was and who I used to be. Nothing looked out of place, yet something felt wrong.I exhaled slowly and pushed the feeling away.Back in the bedroom, I paused. A sharp cry echoed behind me. A baby’s cry.Instinctively, I moved toward the sound.The room ahead was unfamiliar, yet somehow deeply familiar. A man stood in the center, his back turned. A dagger had been driven between his shoulder blades. Blood pooled around his feet.My chest thudded."Are you okay?" I whispered.He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. But I felt it like I knew him."Who did this to you?" I asked softly.No answer.Then the cry ca

They say dreams are fragments of our past lives. If that’s true, I must’ve done something terrible in mine, because lately… all I’ve had are nightmares.I stood on the hill, staring. Everything felt too quiet, too familiar. Like I’d been here before.I bent down, splashed some cold river water on my face, hoping it’d snap me out of whatever weird haze I was in. Then something shifted in the corner of my eye. I was sure I saw someone in a black cloak slip past a tree, and I was just about to go further when someone grabbed my wrist out of nowhere.I almost screamed.But then I saw who it was and stopped myself. Just barely.He narrowed his eyes at me. “Why are you creeping around like some thief in the middle of the day?”I blinked. “I wasn’t creeping.” I tried to play it off with a small smile. “Just walking.”He didn’t look convinced, but I managed to shrug him off and keep going. I wandered for a bit, but whoever I’d seen was long gone.Then suddenly, Lucian was there. Standing besi

The Annual Moonrise Festival was the grandest celebration of the year, a time when all packs, bloodlines, and clans gathered under one sky to honor the moon’s power and the bonds that tethered us together. It was a tradition older than most could remember. And this year, for reasons I couldn’t quite understand, the invitation had been extended to even the outcasts. Even to me. The great hall was nestled deep in the Moonveil Caverns, a natural fortress carved into the bones of the earth. It was said the Moon Goddess herself once wept here, and her tears etched the smooth crystal pathways. You don’t have to linger here,” I told Lucian, just above a whisper. "Go ahead without me.” He turned, half-raising an eyebrow. "You sure? This isn't exactly neutral ground." "I'll be fine," I replied. Before he could protest further, I turned and slipped into the crowd. It wasn’t difficult to vanish. There were too many wolves, too many eyes looking elsewhere. I drifted behind a group o

I was just about to roll down my sleeve and take my leave when Little Riven noticed. His expression instantly shifted to one of heartbreaking disappointment, which caught me completely off guard. It put me in a difficult spot. Against my better judgment, I softened and told him gently, “I just have a few things to take care of. We’ll see each other again tomorrow, I promise.” He didn’t say anything, but his silence spoke volumes. Even though he clearly wasn’t thrilled, there was something in his eyes that said he understood. Pressing his lips together, he held up his tiny pinkie finger toward me, his way of sealing a promise. I smiled and hooked mine with his. Ronan, who had been observing the exchange with mild amusement, gave a half-smile. “Seliene, don’t tell me you’re nervous about showing up to the banquet with us. Are you afraid of the whispers? What others might say?” Hearing that name, Seliene sent an involuntary shiver racing down my spine. I turned my head slowly to loo