Semua Bab REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Bab 101 - Bab 110

The night fell like ink across the Silvercrest territory, deep and heavy, swallowing the moonlight before it could touch the forest floor. In the heart of that darkness, Selene rode alone—her white mare thundering across the ridge, hooves striking sparks on the stones. The once-celebrated Luna no longer held her regal glow; her gown was torn, her hair wild, her eyes burning with a feverish gleam that bordered on madness.She couldn’t sleep. Not when Kaelen had said Aria’s name in his sleep.The sound had cut through her chest like a blade.Even now, as the wind lashed her cheeks, she could still hear it — Aria. Soft. Longing. Claimed.Selene yanked the reins harder, her jaw tightening. “No,” she hissed into the wind. “He is mine. He chose me.”But deep down, she knew the truth. He hadn’t chosen her — not fully. The bond that once gave her security was fraying, and the more she felt Kaelen’s heart drift, the more her desperation grew.She needed power. Not the kind that came from charm

The Blood Moon had come and gone, leaving a strange residue in the air — a lingering pulse of dark magic that refused to fade. The pack’s territory felt heavier, the forest quieter, as if the earth itself held its breath.By dawn, chaos erupted.Kaelen stood on the eastern border, his eyes hard and wild as he surveyed the field. Three of his elite warriors — strong, seasoned men — were writhing on the ground, their bodies twisted in agony. Their veins glowed faintly with a sickly green hue, spreading like vines beneath their skin.“What happened to them?” Kaelen demanded, crouching beside one.A young guard stammered, “We found them at the old stone circle, Alpha. They said they heard chanting — then this—this curse hit them.”Kaelen clenched his jaw. The scent was unmistakable — witchcraft. It reeked of Selene’s recent dealings.“Get the healers,” he ordered, his tone cutting through panic.But when the healers came, they hesitated. Their herbs turned black upon contact with the curs

The morning after Kaelen’s silent vow, the fortress air felt heavier — as if the land itself sensed the brewing storm. The sky was pale gray, the kind that warned of rain but refused to fall. Every sound seemed sharper, every scent more alive.Kaelen strode through the courtyard, his cloak trailing behind him. The warriors saluted, but he barely noticed. His thoughts were fixed on what he’d seen — Selene kneeling among witches, feeding her blood to a cursed stone.He’d ordered Corin to shadow her again, to record every step. Yet it wasn’t enough. Evidence alone wouldn’t clear the darkness from his home; truth had to cut through illusion.As he reached the training field, a familiar scent drifted toward him — faint but distinct, like crushed mint and pine.“Alpha.”Kaelen turned. Lorien stood before him, his long coat drenched from travel, eyes sharp with unease. He had been gone for weeks, scouting the outer territories after Selene’s first suspicious disappearance.Kaelen nodded curt

The morning mist clung to the training field, silver tendrils curling around the wooden posts and sparring dummies like ghosts reluctant to leave. The sun was only beginning to crest the ridge, painting the sky in gold and rose, yet the pack yard was already alive with sound — the thud of fists against targets, the sharp calls of warriors, the scent of sweat and focus in the air.Aria stood at the edge of the field, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The leather training armor felt strange against her skin — restrictive and heavy — and every instinct told her she didn’t belong here. She had healed warriors, she had survived poison, she had faced witches, yes. But fighting wasn’t what she did. It wasn’t who she was.Or maybe, a voice deep inside whispered, it was who she was meant to be.Across the yard, Kaelen barked a command, his voice cutting through the morning haze. The warriors obeyed immediately, forming a circle for drills. His presence dominated the space effortlessly — tal

The forest was on fire.Not with flames, but with the scent of blood, iron, and fury. The rogues had come at dawn — a horde of feral wolves driven by madness and black magic, tearing through the borders of Kaelen’s territory like a storm.By the time Aria arrived, the battlefield was chaos. Warriors fought tooth and claw under the gray morning sky, their howls echoing through the trees. The air was thick with rain and ash, with the crack of lightning that still flickered in the aftermath of the storm.And at the center of it all was Kaelen.He was a whirlwind of power — his wolf half-emerged, claws glinting, eyes golden with rage. Every movement was lethal precision, but even he was bleeding now — a deep slash across his ribs, a bite on his shoulder, blood streaking his arm where a rogue had nearly torn through his muscle.Aria’s heart seized.“Kaelen!” she shouted, sprinting across the mud, weaving past bodies and broken spears.He turned at the sound of her voice just as another rog