All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Crowned The Rogue Queen : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SIERRA'S POV The messenger arrived at dawn, long before Ithacus woke up.I smelled him before I saw him, foreign wolf, carrying the sharp scent of diplomacy. The wind brought his nervous sweat all the way to my hall. My wolf lifted her head, alert and annoyed. Visitors this early rarely brought good news.I stepped outside, cloak wrapped around me, with a scarf around my face. The icy morning air stung my cheeks. The sky over the mountains glowed faintly wih sunrise. Below, the settlement still slept with early hunters stretching in shifting wolf form.The messenger stood at the gate, flanked by my guards. He straightened with visible relief when he saw me.“My lady,” he said, bowing deeply. “Forgive the intrusion. I carry a summons.”A summons.I descended the steps, every sense sharpening. “From whom?”He hesitated, a flicker of fear flashing in his eyes. “From… the Alphas’ Council.”The words hit harder than any blow.Xenox, my close confidant in all areas, who had followed me sil

SIERRA'S POV The banquet hall of Moonbane had always been meant to intimidate. Tall ceilings carved with stone, silver torches burning blue, banners draped in sharp lines of dominance and pride. Years ago, I would have cowered just stepping through the doorway.Tonight, I walked in masked and the room turned to look at me as if a storm had entered in human form.Xenox walked at my left, posture straight, face unreadable. On my right side, Nyx and Zephyr stayed close, dressed in simple formal robes, their moon-marked wrists hidden beneath long sleeves. My children kept their heads down, blending into my cloak’s shadow.Isaak stood at the head of the hall beside Bethelina. He was tall, stunning and impossibly breathtaking in that dark suit embellished with gold linings tailored just for him.His silver eyes found me the second I entered.Heat crawled beneath my skin. His stare was too sharp, too knowing. I forced my feet forward, ignoring the way my chest tightened—the same way it had

SIERRA'S POV The morning after the banquet felt like walking into a den of wolves with raw meat tied around my throat.The Summit’s central courtyard bustled with Alphas, envoys, and delegates, each one pretending they weren’t sizing the others up like prey. Moonbane servants poured tea for the elites and in the distance, you could hear the sharp scraping of metal against metal. Xenox walked one step behind me with an imposing posture and cold gaze, the perfect Beta for a woman who supposedly commanded a rogue nation. The silver of my cloak glinted under the morning sun and my mask hid my face perfectly, leaving only my red painted lips to be seen.Isaak entered the courtyard from the opposite archway, and the air shifted instantly. His presence rippled outward, and conversations faltered, heads turning to follow his every move.He didn’t look at the crowd.He looked at me.I broke eye contact first, turning into a cluster of Alphas from the northern packs who had been trying to get

SIERRA'S POV The chamber Isaak chose for our “discussion” was not a neutral one.It was a private war room on the top floor of the Moonbane stronghold, stone walls, carved wolf heads, maps pinned across every surface. A circular table stood in the center, dominated by a single chair at the head.I stepped inside without hesitation, cloak brushing the stone floor, mask gleaming in the low torchlight. Xenox remained outside as agreed. This conversation needed to happen alone.Isaak stood with his back to me, hands braced on the table, muscles stretched tight beneath the black leather of his uniform. The torches painted molten silver along the strands of his dark hair. “Lady Aris,” he said finally, voice low and controlled. “You kept me waiting.”“I was deciding whether the meeting was worth attending,” I replied coolly.He turned then, slow, deliberate, and I fought the urge to step back.He looked dangerous like this. Sharp-edged and focused, too close to the man I once knew.His gaz

SIERRA'S POV Moonlight dripped through the high windows of the Moonbane guest quarters, turning the marble floors into rivers of pale light. The summit had ended late, another exhausting night of forced smiles and veiled threats. I sat by the window, unable to sleep.Isaak hadn’t recognized me, not yet. The mask, the scent veil and the years had done their work, but his eyes… gods, those eyes had lingered too long on me. I could still feel the ghost of his touch from the dance before Bethelina had sliced between us like a blade.A sound broke my thoughts, a faint giggle. Then another.I was on my feet in an instant, skirts whispering across the stone as I crossed the room. The door to the adjoining chamber, the one I’d sworn they’d been asleep in, was ajar. A cold gust of night air blew through.“Nyx,” I hissed under my breath. “Zephyr.”Silence. Then a muffled laugh echoed down the hall.“Oh, moon curse me.” I muttered as I out on my mask to follow the sound.My twins were many thin