Semua Bab REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The night was restless in the Alpha King’s palace. The moon rode high above the silver towers, bathing the world in ghostly light, yet Kaelen could not sleep. His body burned as though fire licked at his skin, and Magnus paced with increasing agitation inside his mind.She is close. His wolf’s voice echoed like thunder. Why do you resist what you already know?Kaelen groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I don’t know anything. I only feel this pull, this—” His words cut off in a growl as pain surged across his chest, directly over where the mate-bond lay. The tether to Selene flickered faintly, weak as dying embers. It was not pain of love lost, but pain of something false crumbling.Exhausted, Kaelen finally let sleep take him. And in that sleep, the truth revealed itself.The dream began in darkness.He stood in a meadow of silver grass, the air thick with moonlight. The stars shimmered brighter than he had ever seen, and the scent—fresh rain, wildflowers, the faintest trace of l

The forest had become her sanctuary, her battlefield, and her crucible. Days bled into nights beneath the whispering canopy of ancient trees, and each sunrise met Aria stronger than she had been the night before.The scars of her imprisonment still marked her body—thin lines across her wrists, silver burns at her neck—but they no longer defined her. She carried them like armor. They reminded her of the chains she had broken, of the wolfbane that hadn’t killed her, of Selene’s cruelty she had endured and survived.Now, she would do more than survive. She would fight.Lorien’s voice snapped her out of her reverie. “Again.”Aria wiped sweat from her brow, straightening her spine. Across from her, the rogue held two wooden blades. His movements were quick, deliberate, his strikes landing with the sharp precision of someone who had lived on the run for years.Aria lunged, her wolf’s strength fueling her muscles. Their wooden swords clashed, the sound echoing in the clearing. Lorien parried

The battlefield smelled of iron and smoke. The morning had barely broken, yet the horizon glowed red with fire and spilled blood. Kaelen’s warriors fought viciously against a rogue ambush that had swept into the valley like a tide of shadow, howling with bloodlust.Kaelen himself stood at the forefront, his blade already dripping, his wolf prowling under his skin, begging for the shift. Yet something gnawed at his chest, a pull in the bond he didn’t understand. His wolf growled restlessly, not only for the fight but for something more.Then he saw her.Through the chaos, a figure darted between warriors—swift, deliberate, not striking with blade or claw but touching, glowing. A wounded warrior collapsed at her feet, blood pouring from his chest. She knelt, pressing her hands to his wounds. In a matter of breaths, the torn flesh began to knit together, veins sealing, blood halting as though time itself had reversed. The soldier gasped and scrambled back to his feet, his eyes wide with

The moon hung low that night, its silver light filtering through the high windows of the Alpha’s council chamber. Shadows clung to the corners like watchful eyes, silent and unyielding. Kaelen stood alone at the center, his fists clenched at his sides, the restless growl of his wolf echoing in his chest.For days, he had tried to ignore the rumors, dismissing them as the foolish chatter of frightened wolves. But the whispers grew louder with each passing sunrise: of a woman whose hands glowed with silver light, of wounds knitting themselves closed under her touch, of a wolf unlike any other.And every time he heard them, his chest tightened, his wolf howled, and Selene’s presence beside him felt more and more like a chain.“Enough,” he muttered under his breath.With silent steps, he left the chamber, striding down the narrow corridors that led away from the pack house. The guards bowed as he passed, but his expression silenced their questions. His destination was clear: Selene’s priv

The dawn bled slowly across the horizon, its pale light creeping between the trees like timid fingers. Aria stood in the doorway of her cabin, the wooden threshold beneath her feet rough and familiar, but it no longer felt like shelter. The forest, once her sanctuary, pressed in with a suffocating weight.She hadn’t slept after the dream—after the phantom taste of Kaelen’s lips lingered so vividly she’d woken with her heart racing and her wolf thrashing in longing. The ache hadn’t faded with the morning light. It grew sharper, like a thorn lodged too deep to pull free.Her wolf murmured within, relentless. He is ours. You know this.Aria wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head. “No. He can’t be. Not after everything.”Images flickered unbidden—Kaelen’s golden eyes darkened with restraint, his hand trembling against her jaw, his words etched in fire. If I give in… I won’t stop.She wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe that what she’d felt in that clearing wasn’t a cruel t