Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Rejected Mate's Secret : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

(Delph’s POV) The forest had gone quiet. Too quiet for dawn. Even the birds refused to sing, and that silence weighed heavier than the cold. Delph crouched at the edge of a ravine, rain misting through the trees, his breath forming small clouds against the dark. His boots sank into damp moss as he studied the prints on the ground, shallow, quick, cautious. Afnan’s. She’d passed this way not long ago. Her scent still clung to the bark of the pines, lavender and crushed sage, faint but unforgotten. It tugged at something deep in his chest, that bond he could neither control nor sever. “Close,” he muttered. His voice was hoarse from nights without sleep. Draven stirred beneath his skin,  the wolf restless, urging him to run, to tear through the distance between them. But Delph resisted. The forest was crawling with Council hunt

(Corin’s POV)The council chamber of Bloodstone was never meant to feel empty.Yet tonight, it did.The long table, carved from blackened oak and etched with the history of Alphas past, was half-lit by dying torches. The air smelled faintly of iron and ash. Somewhere beyond the walls, the forge clanged as sentries repaired broken weapons.Corin stood by the window, watching smoke drift over the courtyard. The fires from the northern barracks had finally gone out, leaving only the memory of ruin.Delph’s ring gleamed faintly on his finger, the silver catching the torchlight like a quiet oath.Three days. That’s how long it had been since the decree had made him Acting Alpha. Three days since Delph had left in pursuit of the Luna, and three days since peace had begun to unravel like a pulled thread.Reports cluttered the table: missing patrols, deserters, rumors of rogues gathering in the north. The people were frightened. Hungry. Angry.And then there were the Elders.They had been pat

(Afnan’s POV)The night the moon bled, the valley trembled.Afnan woke to the twins crying. Not frightened, just restless, their small bodies twisting as though they felt the pulse in the air. The ground itself seemed to hum, a low vibration rising from deep beneath the roots.She pressed them close, whispering soft lullabies, but her own heart was too loud to calm.The light filtering through the tent was wrong, no longer silver, but red, like sunlight seen through blood. When she stepped outside, the sight took her breath away.The sacred spring glowed crimson.All around it, the valley’s flowers, once pale and luminescent, had turned dark, their petals streaked with scarlet veins. Mist clung to the air, and the usual soft harmony of the forest was replaced by silence. Not peace, anticipation.Lyra and Elder Maelis were already by the spring, their silhouettes sharp against the burning reflection.“The moon has turned,” Maelis said without looking back. Her voice was quiet, reverent

(Delph’s POV)The dawn came pale and trembling over Moonfall Valley, washing the forest in muted silver. Smoke still drifted from the ridge behind them, where the last of the hunters had fallen.Delph’s body ached, each wound a map of what he’d survived, but his eyes were fixed only on her.Afnan knelt beside the spring, cradling the twins in her arms, their faces streaked with dried tears and soot. The luminous water rippled faintly beneath her touch, glowing as if in recognition.They were safe. For now.He could finally breathe.And yet, beneath the relief, something darker coiled in his chest, a guilt that refused to quiet. He should have found her sooner. Should have protected her before the world demanded she become her own shield.Afnan looked up as he approached, her gaze unreadable. The silence between them wasn’t cold, just… heavy, like two hearts trying to remember how to beat in rhythm again.Elder Maelis stood on the opposite side of the spring, her silver hair catching t

(Delph's POV)The northern winds bit at my face as I emerged from the tree line, the forest opening into a stretch of high ground that let me see the valley below. Moonfall. Silver mist clung to the trees like smoke from a distant fire, and the air hummed with a quiet energy I had not felt since leaving Bloodstone behind.I paused, letting the bond stir faintly in my chest. Afnan. The pulse was faint but undeniable, a heartbeat of connection threading across the miles, weaving through the trees and rocks, guiding me forward. My wolf growled low in my throat, anticipation and caution tangled together. Draven’s presence pressed against my side, nudging me, hungry for the chase. But I held back. I had learned patience in the months of pursuit, rushing would cost her more than any Council enforcer ever could.The exiled wolves I had found along the way emerged quietly from hidden groves and abandoned shelters, eyes wary but respectful. They had served Bloodstone once, before fear scattere