Semua Bab Rejected by the alpha, claimed by his brother : Bab 11 - Bab 13

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