Semua Bab Rejected By The Alpha, Crowned The Rogue Queen : Bab 61 - Bab 68

SIERRA'S POV A small sound escaped me at the name, my mind immediately returning to the twins. Isaak’s hand found mine instantly. “What about him?”“And how do you know about him?” I gasped and Isaak's hand tightened against mine.“He hasn't exactly been quiet. He's gone around announcing himself as your brother. And he’s making sure everyone believes him.”“What does that mean?” I asked.“It means packs are panicking,” Xenox replied. “He’s showing power. Dark power. He destroyed two border villages yesterday, just to prove a point.”Isaak swore under his breath. “Casualties?”“Yes.”“How many?” I pressed.Xenox hesitated. That pause told me everything. “Hundreds. And even more, displaced.”“He’s doing this on purpose,” I said. “He wants fear. He wants them desperate.”“And it’s working,” Xenox said quietly. “Several Alphas have already sent envoys to him.”“To surrender,” Isaak finished, his voice flat.“Yes.”I pulled my hand free from Isaak’s grip without thinking, pacing once be

SIERRA’S POVMy lungs locked as the hand over my mouth tightened, the pressure calculated and practiced.“Quiet,” a voice breathed near my ear, making my stomach turn.For a split second, panic threatened to take over. The corridor was narrow, the air stale, my back pressed to cold stone. Whoever this was knew exactly how to hold someone, knew where to place their weight, how to silence without killing.That knowledge scared me more than the blade I felt shift against my throat.I twisted, my weight going slack all at once, as I threw my elbow back hard and caught ribs. I ducked and drove my heel down on a foot, felt something crack as the man hissed in pain.The knife nicked my skin as I moved, a hot sting across my throat, but not deep. I grabbed his wrist and shoved it into the wall, stone biting into bone. He growled and swung his free hand, fist catching my shoulder and knocking me sideways. A sharp pain flared through me, but I stayed upright.We crashed into the narrow hallway,

SIERRA’S POVI decided what I was going to do before noon.Protect the twins.No matter the cost.The pack house hadn’t relaxed after the attack. If anything, it felt tighter, coiled like a muscle that refused to unclench. Guards lined the halls in pairs now, sometimes threes, every entrance watched and examined. Isaak had not left my side all morning.He moved through the pack house with quiet authority, issuing orders without raising his voice, his presence alone enough to keep everyone sharp. His hand brushed my back whenever we walked, subtle but constant, like he needed the reassurance as much as I did.I watched him from the corner of my eye as he spoke with the head guard near the stairwell, his jaw tight, shoulders set. He hadn’t slept much. I could see it in the way his eyes lingered too long on exits, the way his wolf pressed close beneath his skin.He was holding everything together by force of will.The twins were in their rooms with Maera, laughing over something small a

SIERRA’S POVI caught the blade before it reached Zephyr’s throat.Steel flashed. My hand snapped up on instinct, fingers closing around the flat of the knife hard enough that pain shot up my arm. The trainee froze, eyes wide, breath hitching as the weapon stopped a breath from the child’s skin.The training yard went silent.Zephyr stared at me, confused, wooden practice sword still clutched in his small hands. Nyx gasped behind him.“Sierra—” someone started.“Back away,” I said, voice sharp. Too sharp.The trainee obeyed immediately, hands raised, face pale. Blood slid down my palm in slow, sticky lines. I didn’t feel it. I barely registered the sting.I dropped the knife and pulled Zephyr to me so fast he stumbled, wrapping my body around his without thinking. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt.“Why was he that close?” I demanded.“It’s controlled practice,” the trainer said carefully. “The blade was blunted. He wasn’t in danger.”I laughed once, short and humorless. “He was a