All Chapters of REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Morning came draped in celebration. The fortress, usually cold and disciplined, thrummed with laughter, song, and the clinking of goblets. Banners unfurled over the walls, silver wolves embroidered against fields of crimson, as though the entire kingdom itself bowed to honor the new Luna.Selene.Her name carried like a hymn across the courtyards, spoken with admiration, envy, and submission. She wore it proudly, letting the syllables of praise settle over her like jewels.Aria moved through the corridors with lowered eyes, carrying trays of fruit and bread to the feasting tables. Her hands shook once, but she stilled them quickly. She had already learned—her silence, her stillness, was her shield. No one noticed shadows when they didn’t speak.And yet, as she passed, voices still slithered toward her.“That’s her, isn’t it? The unwanted one?”“She looks like she hasn’t slept in days.”“Maybe she thought it would be her.”The words stabbed, but Aria said nothing. She walked on, her st

The days following the Luna ceremony blurred into one another. The fortress echoed with celebration, with endless feasts and songs sung in Selene’s name. Every corner of the kingdom buzzed with her presence—her laughter ringing like a bell, her commands slipping easily from her lips as though she had been born to wear the crown of Luna.Aria avoided it all.She sought refuge in the infirmary, where the air smelled of herbs and iron, where the cries of the wounded and the weary left no room for her own.There, she could forget herself.There, she was needed.From dawn until the dead of night, she moved tirelessly from bed to bed, her hands bandaging wounds, her voice soft with comfort, her fingers trembling only when no one could see.“Hold him still,” she murmured to one of the younger healers as she stitched a gash across a soldier’s chest. Her hands worked swiftly, steadily, though her arms ached. “If it tears, he could lose too much blood.”The healer nodded, eyes wide with nerves,

The great hall shimmered with candlelight, gold spilling over polished tables and glinting in goblets of wine. Another feast, another excuse for Selene to flaunt her crown and station. The pack’s nobility gathered eagerly, drawn by both curiosity and fear—their Luna-to-be never failed to provide entertainment.At the far end of the hall, Aria lingered in the shadows, her healer’s robes plain against the opulence. She carried a tray of herbs and teas, fulfilling her duty despite the ache in her chest. Her body felt weaker with every passing day, worn thin by endless work and unrelenting scorn.She prayed, silently, that tonight she might pass unnoticed.But Selene’s gaze found her the moment she entered.“Aria!” Selene’s voice rang sharp and sweet, slicing through the hum of conversation. Heads turned instantly, the crowd eager for spectacle.Aria stiffened, bowing her head. “Yes, my Lady Luna?”Selene’s crimson lips curved into a smile, though her eyes gleamed with malice. She gesture

The grand hall buzzed with voices, the low hum of conversation rising beneath the glow of torchlight. Wolves gathered around long wooden tables, their laughter and chatter spilling into the air. Platters of roasted meat, bread, and fresh fruit lined the surfaces.At the head table, Kaelen sat rigid, his eyes distant. Selene leaned close, her hand lightly brushing his forearm as she laughed at some jest whispered by one of her attendants. To the pack, they were the perfect picture: the strong Alpha and his radiant chosen Luna.But Kaelen’s wolf shifted restlessly within him, unsettled.The hall’s scents mingled—the smoke of the hearth, the spices of food, the musk of bodies. Yet beneath it all, faint, elusive, came something else. Something sharp enough to pierce through the haze and slam into his senses.A whisper of wild roses after rain. A fragile sweetness laced with steel.His breath hitched, his hand tightening around his goblet.Her.For a fleeting moment, it was unmistakable—Ar

The moonlight spilled cold silver through the infirmary windows, painting pale streaks across Aria’s weary frame as she sat at her desk. She hadn’t slept a wink. Her wolf still prowled inside her, restless and unsettled, repeating its warning in low, steady growls.Danger.But nothing had happened—yet.Aria had tried to lose herself in work, grinding herbs, reorganizing tinctures, cleaning wounds that weren’t there. Anything to occupy her hands and silence her mind. Yet unease lingered. She couldn’t shake the sense that the air itself was waiting to break.The sound of laughter cut through the night. She stiffened.Not the warm laughter of companionship. This was sharp, mocking.She rose slowly, crossing to the door and pushing it open. Her stomach sank when she saw Selene approaching with two of her attendants, each of them carrying smug smirks. Selene’s honey-blonde hair gleamed in the moonlight, her emerald eyes fixed directly on Aria with a look that made her wolf bristle.“Well,