Semua Bab Rejected By The Alpha, Crowned The Rogue Queen : Bab 31 - Bab 40

SIERRA'S POVThe first report reached me at dawn.Xenox entered my tent, his expression carrying a mix of urgency and barely leashed fear. He rarely showed emotion unless the situation was dire, so the moment his silhouette appeared against the canvas, my stomach tightened. I had been awake for hours already, mapping out potential supply routes and preparing scouts for the next rotation, but the look on his face told me those plans were minutes away from being irrelevant.“Another rogue settlement has fallen,” he said quietly. “Not from battle.”My heart tightened. “How many survivors?”“None.”I set aside the map I had been marking and rose to my feet. The children were still asleep in the adjoining chamber. Outside, the sun was beginning to rise over the mountains, painting the sky in streaks of pale gold.“Show me everything,” I said.Xenox handed me a sealed scroll. The wax bore the mark of our southern scouts. I broke it open and scanned the contents. Bodies found collapsed, sk

SIERRA'S POVThree days had passed since the last gathering, yet the tension had not eased. Alphas sat in the circular chamber with stiff shoulders and guarded expressions, each one afraid of what the plague meant for their territories, their packs, and their fragile alliances.I stood near the same eastern arc, my cloak brushing the stone floor, Xenox posted behind me like a silent shadow. His presence grounded me, but even I could feel worry rolling off him in waves. He sensed my unease.I had spent nights debating whether I should speak, whether revealing the truth about the prophecy, not just the powers, the entirety of the prophecy that had been whispered to me would help or doom us all.The Moonborn Queen must rise or all packs will fall.The words echoed in my mind again as the councillor rose.“We continue our investigation into the plague and the political unrest within Moonbane.”Isaak sat across the room, posture rigid. Bethelina was not present, which was no surprise. If s

ISAAK'S POV I woke to a sound that did not belong inside four walls.At first I thought it was the storm again, the same steady drumming that had been going on for hours, the kind of rain that made the air feel heavy and the ground outside turn soft and loud beneath anything that stepped on it. But something threaded between the rainfall. A sharp yip. A shuffle. The twitch of my instincts told me it was movement, not wind.I opened my eyes. The room was still dim, the old lantern throwing faint shapes over the wooden floor, and Sierra was curled with her back to me, dark hair spilling in messy waves across the blanket. Her breathing was slow. Deep. Peaceful enough that I didn’t want to disturb her.But the noise happened again.I sat up, slipped on my boots without tying them, and reached for the old jacket hanging near the door. The air outside hit me cold, cool enough that I felt it straight through the thin shirt I’d slept in. The rain was lighter now but still steady, falling in l

BETHELINA'S POVI sat before the mirror in my private chambers, brushing my hair. Moonbane was changing, shifting in ways I did not approve of. Isaak was slipping out of my influence and into hers.Sierra.The name alone irritated me. She was supposed to be a ghost, forgotten and unwanted, banished by rejection. Yet here she was again, walking back into Isaak’s life as if she never left. “Alpha Isaak left the capital two hours ago, but along the forest path, lady Aris joined him. They travel together in a disguised carriage.”“Is that all?” I asked.The spy swallowed. “From the information we've gathered from following them around, it seems they have formed a secret alliance to…”“To what?”“To… stop you. They have decided to take it into their hands since the Alpha's council seems cautious.”I placed the brush down and turned.“Thank you. You may go.”She left quickly, relieved.I stood and crossed the room to the table where a sealed document already waited. A prewritten trigger. I

SIERRA'S POV The cell was colder than I expected.Moonbane dungeons were carved deep beneath the keep, its stone walls cracked with age and the air smelled of metal. The silver cuffs still burned around my wrists, but the bite had dulled into a steady ache. The guard who brought me down left without a word.I lowered myself onto the stone bench and exhaled. My body still felt sluggish from the heat, the travel and the shock of being bound and paraded through Moonbane territory like a criminal. My mind tried to piece everything together, but grief and exhaustion tangled every thought.Tarek was dead.And they thought I killed him.I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, willing myself not to break. Crying solved nothing. It would only make me look weak. I didn’t hear the door open, but I felt Isaak come in. I lifted my head slowly as he stepped inside the cell, the heavy gate slamming shut behind him.He looked furious. His jaw was hard and his eyes were darker than I had eve