Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Rejection, Lycan's Claim : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

CHAPTER 2 - CAST OUTFather!” I shouted, rushing from searching my room. My whole body was in chaos. My hands would not stop quivering. My voice not sounding the way they used to got loud, it bounced off the walls.He was already standing by the table, where the candle burned really low. He kept a hard face, darker than the shadows around him. His eyes were keen, like he didn’t even know me. His arms folded tight.“Lena,” he said. Just my name. Cold.His eyes narrowed more. “Where were you last night?”I froze. I opened my mouth, stayed silent. Then I whispered, “At Emori’s. I stayed there.”His jaw set hard. His voice turned sharp. “You shouldn’t have. Don’t go running to others. Leave me alone, Lena.”As if the whole was was turning against me with the words I keep hearing from the people I love. I held onto his arm like I would fall apart without it. “Why is this happening to me?”Tell me! That fire—what was it? I didn’t mean to do any of what I did yesterday night.I don’t even kno

CHAPTER 4 – SPARKS IN THE DARKKael pushed gently aside a curtain of vines, revealing a snug little den nestled into the side of the cliff. It wasn’t what I expected. The stone walls gleamed faint from embers in the hearth. A shelf carved right into the rock held jars and bundles of herbs, neatly tied. Furs and old blankets were layered in one corner, not thrown but stacked in surprising care.I could not stop staring. “This is yours?”Kael took a quick look over his shoulder, the faintiest smile pulling at his mouth. “What, expecting a hole in the ground?”“Well…” I laughed softly. “Something like that. This is… it’s nice. Cozy.”“Cozy,” he repeated, shaking his head. “That’s a new one. You coming in or not?”I stepped inside. The warmth hit me first, then the strange comfort of it. This place didn’t look like a rogue's. It looked like someone who wanted to live, not just only survival.Kael grabbed a folded sheet from a pile and tossed it toward me. “For you.”I caught it, a little

What did you remember?” I blurted.My voice cracked and echoed too loud in the cave and I instantly wished I could swallow it back down but I couldn’t. The training place was so quiet. The atmosphere felt cold, like the kind of cold that gets stuck in your nose.The fire we left burning from training popped softly, and I stared at it because looking at Kael’s face made my stomach twist.“Kael?” I said again, voice smaller this time. “Why aren’t you talking? What did you mean?”Kael didn’t move at first, just sat there, head down, eyes shining weird in the firelight.Finally, his mouth moved. “I remember who I am.”Then nothing.Like, completely nothing.This made me wanted to scream just to fill the quiet.“Say something,” I whispered, standing from where I knelt down. “Please.”Kael stood up really fast I flinched , caught unaware and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.“Kael!” I squeaked, scooting back a little. “You’re scaring me!”He didn’t answer. He just paced back and forth,

  I woke up with dirt stuck in my hair. Not just a little — full-on gritty clumps. When I sat up, some of it fell in my lap.Everything still smelled like smoke, like the night had been burned into the ground and into me. For one crazy second I thought maybe I’d dreamed it all.Then I saw the big black scorch mark in the clearing and my stomach twisted hard.Right. Not a dream. The rogue bodies were gone, though. Dragged away. Which meant Kael had been awake. Busy. Watching. “You’re finally up.” I jumped and shouted on top of the bed, with my heart beating so fast and loud.  Kael was resting his back against a tree, arms crossed over his chest like he’d been waiting for me there the whole time.  “You creep!” I yelled, clutching my blanket. 

I didn’t tell Kael about the eye. I told myself it was nothing. A leftover blink from nerves. A ghost. I told myself a lot of things while we packed what little we had, while Kael kicked dirt over our prints and made me drink water even though it sloshed in my gut. None of it mattered. The tug in my chest did. Thin as thread. Mean as a hook.“Eat,” he said, handing me a strip of jerky.“You say that like it’s a spell.”“It is.”I chewed. It tasted like salt and leather. My hands had mostly stopped shaking. Mostly.“Where?” I asked.“Upstream. Then east.”“Not north ridge.”“No.”“Because we’re not dancing to his song,” I said.“Because I’m not handing you to him,” he said.I didn’t know what to do with that, so I tucked it with all the other things I wasn’t ready to hold and followed him.We moved. Kael kept us off trail, favoring stone and water, doubling back until even the birds seemed confused. The forest thinned. Light sifted through in tired sheets. When the creek split into thre