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บททั้งหมดของ Queen of the Forsaken: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 7

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Moonlight strangers

Selene’S POV The mop sloshed in the bucket for the third time, and I still hadn’t cleaned a single thing. “I swear, you’re hopeless,” Liora snorted from across the training hall, balancing a broom in one hand and her smirk in the other. “You’ve been standing there like a lost deer for five minutes.” I blinked at her, deadpan. “I’m letting the water soak in. It’s a technique.” “Oh, sure. A mop meditation ritual,” she shot back. “Next you’ll say you’re communing with the spirits of sweaty warriors past.” I placed a dramatic hand over my heart. “You mock me, but I’m manifesting. One day, I’ll live in a castle with silken sheets and gold floors that clean themselves. There’ll be no mopping. Just gowns. And my prince charming will bring me breakfast in bed.” “Selene,” Liora deadpanned, “you’re an omega in Moonbane Pack, not a Disney princess.” “Yet,” I said, wagging my mop handle at her. “Y-e-t.” She rolled her eyes so hard I swear I heard them creak. “You know, maybe if you traine
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Pregnant

Two Weeks Later – Selene’s POV The nausea hit me before my eyes even opened. I groaned, curling deeper into the sheets, hoping if I stayed still enough, the rolling in my stomach would stop. It didn’t. It hadn’t for days. I’d been waking up with this same awful, queasy feeling—nauseous, tired, weirdly sensitive to smells. Even Liora’s perfume made me gag yesterday, and I usually loved that scent on her. With a hiss, I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my forehead. My head was throbbing, and the sunlight that leaked through my window was way too bright for this hour. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My room was warm and still, but something in my chest felt unsettled. Like I was on the edge of a drop I couldn’t see yet. I hadn’t told anyone—not Aunt Ysara, not Liora, especially not my uncle. Spirits, if Malric even suspected I was sick, he’d probably call for a full council meeting and label me ‘unfit to serve as a Mo
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Disgrace

Two Weeks Later – Selene’s POV The nausea hit me before my eyes even opened. I groaned, curling deeper into the sheets, hoping if I stayed still enough, the rolling in my stomach would stop. It didn’t. It hadn’t for days. I’d been waking up with this same awful, queasy feeling—nauseous, tired, weirdly sensitive to smells. Even Liora’s perfume made me gag yesterday, and I usually loved that scent on her. With a hiss, I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my forehead. My head was throbbing, and the sunlight that leaked through my window was way too bright for this hour. “What is wrong with me?” I muttered under my breath, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. My room was warm and still, but something in my chest felt unsettled. Like I was on the edge of a drop I couldn’t see yet. I hadn’t told anyone—not Aunt Ysara, not Liora, especially not my uncle. Spirits, if Malric even suspected I was sick, he’d probably call for a full council meeting and label me ‘unfit to serve as a Mo
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Tradition

Selene’s POV My entire body ached—every bone, every muscle, even the skin I was wrapped in. The sky outside had already faded into night, shadows painting the walls of my room. I’d been locked in here for hours. Maybe even the whole day. And I was sure by now… the entire pack knew. Yes. Selene—the disgrace. Selene—the shame of Moonbane. The girl who dared to carry the child of an enemy. I could almost see their faces twisted in judgment, feel their whispers crawling down my spine like insects. And honestly… I couldn’t even blame them. Because I was ashamed of myself too. How did I let this happen? How could I have been so blind? What kind of mistake have I made—so permanent, so life-changing—that there’s no waking up from it? I buried my face deeper into the pillow, hugging it tightly like it could muffle the noise inside my head. I had no clue what Uncle Malric and Aunt Ysara were planning. Maybe exile. Maybe worse. But whatever it was… I would face it. Because I had t
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Warmth again

Selene’s POV It had been days. Days of walking with no direction, only the pain in my feet and the cold bite of the wind guiding me forward. The nights were the worst. The world turned black, and every sound became a threat. The howls in the distance. The rustling in the brush. The echo of my own heartbeat in my ears as I curled into myself, trying to stay warm. Trying to stay alive. I didn’t know where I was anymore. Snow had soaked my boots through. My legs were scraped from thorns, rocks, gods-know-what else. My cloak—thin and torn—clung to me like wet paper. I’d passed through forests dense with silence, cliffs jagged and high, and rivers too cold to cross without feeling like death was waiting on the other side. But I kept walking. Because I had no choice. The wildlands… they didn’t welcome you. They tested you. And I was failing. I tried finding shelter—small caves, hollowed trees, anywhere I could rest my eyes. But the creatures here were always watching. I could feel
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Are you worthy??

Ronan’s POV Dawn had barely broken when Mira walked into my office, hovering like a shadow by the door. I was seated at the edge of my desk, arms folded, eyes skimming through a weathered scroll that detailed rogue sightings near our borders. She didn’t speak. Not for a full ten minutes. “Mira,” I said without looking up, “you’ve been standing there like a statue. What is it?” She fidgeted, her hands wringing together. “Promise me you won’t get all mad about it.” That made me pause. I slowly lifted my gaze to her and arched a brow. “What have you done this time?” She stepped closer, guilt already etched into her face. “Jax and I were out on the northern patrol. We... we found someone.” I straightened slightly. “Found someone?” “A girl,” she nodded. “In the woods. She was half-conscious, injured, barely breathing. Looked like she hadn’t eaten in days.” My brows furrowed. “And you brought her here?” Mira flinched at the sharpness in my tone but held her ground. “We couldn’t ju
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Under attack

Kael’s POV The sanctuary was silent. Not even the crackle of firewood dared interrupt my thoughts as I sat alone, surrounded by shadows and the sharp scent of herbs and old blood. This place—once sacred, once soothing—had become a cage I willingly locked myself in. Days had passed. Weeks maybe. And yet, I couldn’t forget her. The woman of that night. I didn’t know her name. I never even got the chance to ask. She had been light in the dark, warm in a world where I was cold-blooded by necessity. Her voice, her breathless laughter, the way she touched me like she wasn’t afraid of what I was… like she saw me. I had started to feel something I had long forgotten. Something dangerously close to hope. And then… she vanished. Gone before I even returned to the tent. No note. No word. Just empty sheets and the haunting echo of her scent. I clenched my jaw, eyes narrowing at the memory that had haunted me every damn night since. I searched. Goddess, I searched. I had every scout, every
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