Semua Bab The Rejected Healer's Retribution : Bab 1 - Bab 10

The forest air was sharp and cold against my skin, but it couldn’t touch the frost spreading through my veins. Every step I took moved me away from my destiny and toward something completely unknown. The pain was not just in my mind; it was a physical, psychic ache following the path of our severed mate bond. It was an invisible chain, snapped and whipping against my soul. I pressed the heel of my hand against my ribs, where my inner wolf, Lyra, usually resided in quiet contentment. Now, there was only a screaming void. Lyra wasn’t just hurt; she was dying. A mate’s rejection, especially one so public and absolute, acted like poison. The rejection didn’t just break a bond; it aimed to shatter the she-wolf’s spirit, often leaving her without her wolf or worse, dead.I kept walking, driven by the cold clarity of a single thought: I will not die because of his mistake.I drew on a part of my inner light-the light he called a liability-to seal the psychic wound, pushing the pain down unt

Mora’s warning felt more like a countdown to disaster than advice. The vision from the scrying pool, showing Kael’s frantic Beta, Roric, revealed he was less than a day’s travel from our hidden spot filled with Wolfsbane and dark magic. “The test is here, Elara,” Mora said, her voice dry as dead leaves. “He will hunt you by scent, instinct, and fear. His Alpha ordered him to find you. Prove your training is worth more than his loyalty.” I felt the familiar ache in my rejection hand pulse rapidly-a signal of a wolf connected to my fate. Roric was close. Mora handed me a small, dried leaf, silvery-white and brittle. “Crush this and inhale deeply. It will lock your core magic down, hiding the dark energy of Wolfsbane you now have. Focus on the illusion of distance.” I followed her instructions. The bitter dust burned my nostrils. I pushed my power outward, not violently but as a subtle distortion of reality. I needed to convince Roric’s keen senses that I wasn’t there and that the sc

Gamma Torvin's report to Alpha Kael was delivered with a sense of dread. The Gamma described the strange encounter at Silver Falls, focusing not on the woman but on the power radiating from "Elyra." He relayed her shocking demand: a formal summons, signed and sealed by the Alpha himself. In the large main hall of the Lunar Pack, Kael faced his council, anger burning in his eyes while fear lingered in his scent. The spreading sickness had claimed two more mid-ranking warriors overnight. The Elder's prognosis was grim; the affliction was attacking their ability to shift. "She demands a summons?" Kael shouted, slamming his fist on the great table. "She expects me, the Alpha, to humble myself before a hedge-witch from the human border? It's an insult!" "Alpha," the Elder interjected, her voice weary. "Torvin reported that she understood the nature of the rot without any explanation. She spoke of a curse. Whether she is a witch or a wolf, she has knowledge we don't have. We've lost five

Kael followed me; he had no choice. My first order as interim Pack leader was clear: the Alpha would be confined to a chamber off the quarantine ward under my personal supervision. His isolation aimed to prevent the contamination from spreading, but in reality, it was to ensure constant, unbearable closeness.The air in the small stone room crackled with silent tension. Kael sat on a narrow cot, watching me as I measured herbs and arranged my tools. His anger simmered in the background, periodically challenging the authority I had taken."You have spent hours preparing tinctures for the Betas," he said, his voice deep and sharp."Yet you have not given your main patient, the source of the infection, a single dose of anything."I kept my focus on my work, crushing a handful of bitter root with precision. "My cure is not a potion, Alpha. It's control. The sickness comes from your unrestrained fear of my magic, locked in your wolf's core. To heal the Pack, I must stabilize that core. And

The moment Alpha Kael dropped his mental shields, the air pressure in the room changed drastically. It wasn't a simple break in the mate bond; it felt like the collapse of a stronghold. His mind flooded into mine, a chaotic mix of overpowering strength, intense fear, and deep, unrestrained loneliness.My glamour nearly failed under the weight of his thoughts. The cold professionalism I had maintained for days shattered and was replaced by the intense pain of genuine connection. I felt his exhaustion, his anger at his own weakness, and his desperate love for his Pack.Focus, Elyra, I told myself, tightening my mental grip. Find the Wolfsbane. Find the source of the corruption.I dove into the chaos of his mind, ignoring the sharp pain of the psychic intrusion. I bypassed the commands, the tactics for battle, and the paranoia. I aimed straight for the source of the infection-the Wolfsbane scar.As I touched the psychic shadow of the scar, his mind jumped back to the moment of rejection,