Alle Kapitel von THE PRINCESS THE ALPHA REJECTED: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Ariana’s POVThe alarm tore through the pack like a wound being ripped open.It wasn’t the sharp bell that signaled class changes or the controlled call that marked the beginning of training drills. This sound was deeper, heavier, vibrating through stone and bone alike. It rolled across Silvercrest in a way that left no room for doubt or delay, forcing every wolf who heard it to stop whatever they were doing and listen.I froze mid-step outside the school building, my bag slipping down my shoulder as the sound echoed again. Around me, conversations died instantly. Laughter vanished. Even the wind seemed to pause, as if the world itself was holding its breath.A breach.Warriors were already moving, their reactions swift and instinctive, boots pounding against the ground as they took up positions along the perimeter. Orders were shouted across the grounds, sharp and efficient, while teachers herded students back toward the school building with raised voices and urgent gestures.“Inside

Ariana’s POVNight was the only time Silvercrest truly slept.During the day, the pack was relentless—voices, movement, constant awareness pressing in from every direction. Even when no one was watching me openly, I could feel the weight of attention lingering like a shadow that refused to leave. But at night, when the moon climbed high and the pack grounds quieted, Silvercrest loosened its grip.That was when I moved.I waited until Clara’s house was still, until her breathing had evened out and the lamps in neighboring homes dimmed one by one. Only then did I slip from my room, pulling a dark cloak around my shoulders as I eased the back door open and stepped into the cool night air.The forest beyond the pack boundary greeted me like an old friend.Its silence was not empty. It was alive—filled with soft rustling leaves, distant nocturnal calls, and the steady rhythm of the earth beneath my feet. Here, no one expected anything from me. No one watched to judge or measure.Here, I co

Ariana’s POVSilvercrest woke up differently after the incident.I noticed it the moment I stepped outside the next morning. The pack grounds were the same—warriors training, omegas moving between tasks, the scent of earth and steel lingering in the air—but something beneath the routine had shifted. The usual sharpness was dulled, replaced by a cautious awareness that followed me as I walked.Not openly. Not rudely.But undeniably.Conversations didn’t stop when I passed anymore. Instead, they softened, bent around me, then resumed in lower tones once I was gone. A few wolves nodded in acknowledgment, brief and awkward, as if unsure whether such a gesture was appropriate. Others watched from a distance, eyes narrowed in thought rather than contempt.Silvercrest was adjusting.That realization settled uneasily in my chest.At school, the change was even more pronounced. I felt it in the way teachers paused before addressing me, in the way classmates shifted subtly to make space when I

Ariana’s POVThe first punch did not come with a warning.There was no shouted challenge, no formal call to spar, no chance to step back and prepare myself the way I usually did during training. One moment I was wiping sweat from my neck at the edge of the clearing, focused on keeping my breathing even and my presence small, and the next, instinct screamed through my veins.I twisted just as the blow came.Pain exploded across my shoulder, sharp and blinding, forcing a gasp from my lungs as my feet skidded across the packed earth. Dust kicked up around me, and the sudden movement drew startled reactions from the few students who had lingered after training. My heart hammered violently in my chest, not just from the impact, but from the realization that this was no accident.I straightened slowly, rolling my shoulder to test it. It burned, but it still moved. Good.Very good.“So this is her.”The voice carried clearly through the clearing, dripping with contempt thinly disguised as cu

Ariana’s POVThe summons came at dawn, delivered with a kind of quiet authority that did not need urgency to be obeyed. A single knock echoed through Clara’s small house just as the sky began to pale, followed by the muted sound of boots shifting outside the door. I was already awake, having slept lightly the night before, and something in my chest tightened before Clara even reached the hallway.She opened the door, accepted the sealed notice, and closed it again without a word. When she turned to face me, her expression told me everything I needed to know. This was not routine. This was not optional.“They want all students and trainees present at the central training grounds,” she said after reading the message, her voice calm but edged with concern. “Mandatory assessment. Effective immediately.”I nodded slowly, feeling a familiar sense of awareness settle over me. Silvercrest did not call assessments unless something had gone wrong—or unless the pack felt something slipping beyon