Semua Bab The Tale of a Rejected Half breed: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Chapter 1 Amyra's POV:My mind skipped beats at intervals as I approached the palace. It was one place I'd give up anything to not visit due to the evil people habouring there, but I just couldn't stop going. It was from here myself and my mother fed, so if we stopped working here it'd cost us a lot. Wishes couldn't be horses for once, could it?Getting into the palace, I quickly went over to join the other slaves in cleaning the palace, sliding my phone into my sling bag, but Luna Haelynn still somehow caught me."What are you peasant doing, coming late?""I'm sorry." I mumbled, tilting my head a bit from her gaze."I asked for an answer, not an apology."I had....""You know what? Save it." She uttered with disgust whilst the other slaves stole quick glances at us. "Now get to work!" She had not finish leaving the sitting room when a guard ran inside."Alpha Greg's uncles are here." He breathed out.The three of them? At the same time? How weird."Hurry Amyra. Make yourself useful

Chapter 3Amyra's POV:The crowd gasped in horror as Luke fell flat on his face, swimming in the pool of his own blood. Turned out Kael couldn't stand the shame of defeat. Engulfed with rage, he had taken out his hidden gun, and shot at the unsuspecting winner, blowing his head off. The once celebrated match had turned into a travesty of honour and sportsmanship.Orlando roared in outrage, summoning pack enforcers to restrain Kael. But instead of holding him down, they surrounded Kael with their eyes cold and calculating. Without hesitation the pack enforcers opened fire at the audience. The crowd scrambled to get out of their way, but it was too late. Werewolves from within the darkness emerged, attacking the audience. The pack enforcers aim were true and precise; they were targeted at the members of the Moon glow pack. Then the realisation hit me. This was the planned invasion, the planned attack. "No no no." I cried, moving my head sideways.The hall was in disarray as people scra

Chapter 5Tristan's POV:I sat at my high throne that stood majestically in the grand hall, its presence commanding reverence and awe. Carved from a single block of polished ebony, it absorbed the light around it, radiating an aura of power and sophistication. Intricate patterns of gold and silver adorned its surface, depicting scenes of mythical creatures and celestial bodies. The armrests were shaped like lions' heads, their mouths open in a fierce roar, while the legs were designed to resemble serpents, coiled and ready to strike.As one approached the throne, they couldn't help but feel a sense of grandeur and majesty. It seemed to whisper tales of ancient kingdoms, forgotten wars, and legendary rulers. The throne's design exuded an air of regality, as it had witnessed the rise and fall of empires. Soft, velvety cushions in a deep, rich black adorned the seat. The throne's backrest rose high, supporting my stature and bearing, symbolising my authority and dominance."Speak." I sai