บททั้งหมดของ Her Alpha's Rejection, His Luna's Rise : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Selene The howls shattered the night, raw and layered with something guttural that set my teeth on edge. They came from all sides now, echoing off the pines like a chorus of the damned. The wards' blue fire sputtered erratically, casting jagged flickers across the clearing we'd stumbled into—a small hollow ringed by twisted trunks, the ground soft with fallen needles. Those glowing eyes multiplied, pushing forward through the underbrush, and I caught the first clear glimpse: rogues, but not like any I'd hunted before. Their fur matted and patchy, eyes burning with that same unstable blue, their forms bulked up unnaturally, muscles rippling as if the curse had pumped them full of stolen strength. "Circle up!" Draven barked, his voice cutting through the chaos without a hint of fear. He planted his feet wide, his sword already drawn, the blade gleaming in the ward light. "Renn, Thorne – flanks! Elara, stay in the center. Veyra, with

Selene The patrol's torches bobbed closer, their flames cutting erratic paths through the fog-shrouded trees. My blood roared in my ears, drowning out all the warnings from behind me – Veyra's sharp hiss, Elara's urgent plea, Draven's growl of my name. All I saw was that red-haired boy, chained and stumbling between two hulking Bloodfang guards. Dorian. It had to be him. The curse's whispers clawed at the edges of my mind, but I shoved them aside, nocking an arrow and loosing it in one breath. The shaft whistled through the air, burying into the nearest guard's throat. He gurgled, clutching at the fletching as he dropped. "Ambush!" one of the others bellowed, the cry shattering the night. The patrol erupted into chaos, swords scraping free from sheaths, prisoners yanking at their chains in panic. I sprinted forward, bow raised for the next shot, but the world tilted. Shadows lunged from the underbrush, the curse born illusions twisting into snarling f

Selene The words hung heavily in the air between Torren and me, as the camp's fire crackled faintly in the distance. My hands trembled on the quiver I'd been checking, the arrows blurring in my vision. "What do you plan to do?" I whispered, my voice barely steady as I met Torren's gaze. "Now that you know... are you going to tell him?" Torren leaned against a tree, his bandaged arm cradled close, his expression torn. He glanced toward the fire where Draven sat sharpening his knife, completely oblivious. "I don't know yet," he admitted, rubbing his jaw. "Draven's flirty as hell. The guy flirts with anything that moves and cracks jokes at the worst possible times. But deep down he's never let himself fall for anyone. After the curse hit, he gave up on the idea of a mate... falling in love... all of it. He figured it wasn't in his cards." His gaze locked on mine. "Until you. I've seen the way he is with you. My brother has never been that way with anyone, ever. Telling him now coul

Selene The prisoner’s words echoed in my skull, as I tried to process. The ritual of Vermous. A scorned Luna’s blood. Kaelen wasn’t just holding Dorian hostage for the fun of it, he was luring me to the Red Cliffs to get my blood for the ritual. A ritual that would crown him Alpha over all six packs: Bloodfang, Shadowfang, Veyor, Castleseal, Archevale, and Mysticlands. Just the thought of it sent my head reeling. That amount of power would amplify his wolf tenfold, making him untouchable. The fire in our camp flickered, casting long shadows that twisted into mocking faces, the curse’s whispers hissing in my ear: You’ll fail. Dorian’s gone and it's your fault. I clenched my fists as I pondered it, my son was bait, and I was the prize. The realization burned, fueling the guilt over the raid that already choked me. Draven sat across the fire, his golden eyes fixed on the prisoner who cowered under his star

SeleneThe world narrowed to the rubble and flames separating me from Draven, his still form barely visible through the choking dust and smoke. His chest had stopped rising, his blood pooling beneath him and soaking into the cracked stone. "Draven!" I screamed and began frantically clawing at the debris, nails splitting as I heaved rocks aside, the heat scorching my skin. "Draven, get up. Gods, please, get up!" The flames licked higher, devouring everything they touched. I heard Torren's pained groan cut through the haze. I turned to see he lay nearby, his arm mangled, with his leg twisted at an unnatural angle. "Luna, get out! The tunnel's coming down!" "No!" I snarled, tossing another stone aside, my hands bloody now. "He's not breathing, help me!" The ceiling groaned again, more rubble crashing down, forcing us back. The guards were gone, scattered or crushed, but the flames spread, the curse turning them into writhing sh