All Chapters of Rejected by the alpha, claimed by his brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Selene’s POVThe moment I stepped into the Bloodmoon Throne Hall, the air shifted.Conversations died mid-sentence. Music stumbled. Wolves who had spent their lives mastering composure forgot how to breathe.For a heartbeat, the entire room—the nobles, the Elders, the ranked wolves, the courtiers—simply stared.And then the whispers began.Some offered polite smiles, their eyes glittering with thinly veiled curiosity.Others sneered openly, the wolves loyal to Queen Ivana, their lips curling back like they could already scent scandal on my skin.I walked forward, head high, shoulders squared, emerald silk flowing behind me like a living flame.I would not bow. Not tonight.Not ever again.But beneath the cool mask, my pulse thrummed like a trapped creature.The chandeliers cast golden light over polished obsidian floors. The air was thick with perfume, dominance, politics, and lies.Tonight wasn’t a gala.It was an execution arena.And I was the spectacle they had all come to see.My

Selene’s POVThe ballroom fell unnervingly silent.A hall meant for music, moonlit celebration, and pack unity now vibrated with tension two Alpha heirs standing on opposite ends of the same wound.Damon, with fury blazing in his eyes.Aric, smirking like chaos wrapped in silk.“A lot has happened, Damon,” Aric said, voice soft but carrying clearly through the open hall. “Don’t create a scene here. Your reputation is already bleeding. Don’t make it worse.”Damon either didn’t hear himor didn’t care.“She is my Luna,” Damon snapped, voice cracking through the silence like a whip.“You don’t touch my Luna!”Aric’s smirk widened dangerous, wicked, taunting.“Or else what, little brother? What will you do if I touch her?”Gasps rippled across the ballroom.Wolves stiffened.Some instinctively bowed their heads, as if the air itself had grown teeth.Damon took a step forward, fists shaking.“Oh, I see now,” he spat. “You want back what you lost. You’re trying to slither your way into the

Selene’s POVThe palace wolves moved my belongings at dawn. By midmorning, I was installed in my new quarters.They were beautiful. Of course they were.High ceilings carved with crescent sigils. Velvet drapes the color of midnight. A balcony overlooking the frost-kissed gardens of Eldenwald. The scent of cedar and polished oak still lingered in the air.But it did not feel like home. It felt like exile dressed in silk.I unpacked slowly while Diana fluttered around me, adjusting curtains, instructing servants, filling the room with soft commentary as if words alone could drown out the silence.“Separate quarters are good,” she murmured. “Dignified. Strategic. It shows strength.”I smiled faintly. Freedom had a cost. And I was beginning to feel it.By midday, the whispers had teeth. The headlines spread like wildfire across every pack network:“Crown Prince Publicly Challenged by Elder Alpha.”“Future Luna Rejects Bond — Divorce Imminent?”“Aric Valemont: Protector or Predator?”Clips

Damon’s POV“Power.”The word lingered in the air long after Ivana spoke it. Not whispered or ashamed.Claimed. Power. I stared at my mother and, for the first time, did not see the Luna who had ruled beside my father… nor the woman who had trained me to suppress my instincts before I could even shift.I saw the architect.The strategist.The wolf who had spent decades arranging the board while the rest of us believed we were playing.“You admit it so easily,” I said quietly. My voice did not rise. It hardened. “Power. That’s all it ever was.”Ivana lifted her chin, regal as ever.“What else is there, Damon?” she replied. “Love? Love makes fools of Alphas. Loyalty? It fractures. Strength fades. Power is the only constant. Power is protection. Power is survival.”A hollow laugh tore from my throat.“And in chasing it, you stripped me of mine.”Her eyes narrowed slightly.“My mate despises me,” I continued. “The High Counci

Selene’s POVThe silence after Damon left felt heavier than his presence.I remained standing exactly where he had left me, the door still slightly swaying from where it had closed behind him. My chambers suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker, my pulse hammering so loudly I wondered if Diana could hear it from the next room.His words refused to leave me.I’ll fight for you. I won’t let Aric take you. I’ll show you—and the world—what you mean to me.For years, I had begged him to fight. For us. For me. And he never had. Yet now—now that my resolve was finally crumbling—he chose to awaken. Was it too late?My fingers brushed my lips unconsciously. They still burned with the ghost of his kiss. My body remembered him too easily. But my heart…My heart whispered another name. A name I refused to say out loud.I pressed my palm harder against my mouth as if that could erase the confusion twisting inside me. My throat felt tight, my breath uneven. Part of me wanted to scream. Another part