All Chapters of Rejected by the alpha, claimed by his brother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Selene’s POVThe healer’s chamber smelled of chamomile and the faInt Iron tang of tInctures. Sunlight slanted through narrow shutters and fell across the rough-hewn bench Where 1 perched, fIngers worrying the strap of my satchel until the leather creaked. Beneath my palms my pulse thrummed like a trapped animal.Year four.Four long cycles. Four seasons of heat and hollow hope. Of skipping a season and clinging to test strips like talismans. Of praying beneath the pale face of the Moon for an answer that would not come.Each time the mark was blank.It had stopped being merely sorrow. It gnawed. It hollowed me from the inside out.My bond. My place. My pride.Darren had grown distant from me. As if each failed attempt to bear his heir pulled him one step further from our bond. We were still bound by the Moon, but the word “mate” had become more title than truth.The door sighed open and the healer stepped in, file tucked under his arm. He wore the linen coat all the pack physicians wo

Selene’s POV“Selene, please,” Damon said, hIs voIce tight with unease.He stood between me and hIs mother like a shield that couldn’t decIde which sIde to protect.It almost made me laugh.Almost.“This is madness,” 1 said, the laugh finally slipping out sharp, wild, broken. It wasn’t soft or graceful. It was the kInd of laugh that made the aIr tremble.Diana flinched near the door.Lyra shrank Into her seat, clutching her pups close.And Ivana’s perfect smile Cracked, just slightly.“I won’t agree to thIs,” I saId, my voIce steady, cutting through the charged silence.For the first tIme, Ivana looked truly startled — as though the Idea of anyone defying her was inconceIvable. She’d expected the obedient Luna, the one who bowed, smiled, and played her role besIde her precious heIr.She had forgotten who I was.“She’s not staying In my den,” I said, every word laced wIth steel. “And I will not stand before the pack and bless bastards born of betrayal.”The silence split open.Then Iv

Selene’s POVWe rode like fugitives.The night wInd whipped against my skIn, tangling my hair, pushIng tears from my eyes that had nothing to do with the speed of the horse. Every thundering hoofbeat felt like rebellion—like freedom.And beside me, Aric didn’t falter. He commanded his steed like he was born in the saddle, steady, controlled, every line of him radiating strength.He didn’t speak. Neither did I. But silence wasn’t empty with him. It was a storm waiting to break.When we finally slowed, It was at a cliff rIdge overlooking the packlands.Eldemere sprawled beneath us, rooftops glittering under the moonlight, towers pIercIng the night sky, the banners of our pack barely stirring in the still aIr.“It’s beautiful,” I whispered, breathless from the ride, from hIm.Aric dismounted and stood at the edge, hIs coat flaring In the breeze, one hand tucked in hIs pocket. He looked like he belonged to the horizon, not thIs packhouse of cages.“The world is far more beautiful,” he sai

Selene’s POVThe packhouse doors groaned open under my touch, a sound I’d heard a thousand times, but never as heavy as now.My father stepped inside, his aura crackling like a brewing storm.“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was low, commanding, Alpha-deep the kind of voice that once made the whole pack obey.I didn’t bow. “I’m leaving the Bloodmoon Pack.”His jaw tightened, his wolf flashing in his eyes. “You can’t walk away from your mate from the Alpha. The bond doesn’t work that way.”I shrugged, lips curving bitterly. “Then I’ll live unbound in spirit.”His gaze darkened. “And where will you go? Because hear me well, Selene I can’t shelter you. I swore fealty to Queen Ivana of the Silverfang Court. If I defy her, I lose everything.”I laughed a hollow, breaking sound. “So you sold your daughter for rank?”His voice hardened like stone. “I did it for your future.”“No,” I whispered, steel beneath my tone. “You did it for yours.”He took a step closer, softening, try

Selene’s POVThe villa doors yawed open before we even crossed the threshold. Two attendants stood in the entry, bowing as if they’d been waiting on my arrival all evening. Their faces were composed; their eyes betrayed the curiosity of those who know more than they dare say.“Welcome, Luna,” the taller one murmured. “We’ve prepared your chamber.”Of course they had.Aric had called ahead.Even here — in this private refuge that promised anonymity — his presence lingered like a scent. I was breathing because of his choice. I was alive, at least for the moment, because he’d decided I should be. That thought pressed into me with a weight I couldn’t decide if I liked or feared.Diana and I drifted past marble floors and glass walls into a house that felt built from restraint and taste. High ceilings arched above, warm lantern light softened the edges, and the gardens beyond gleamed in discreet pools of silver. Nothing ostentatious. Everything deliberate. Aric’s world: power that didn’t s