Todos os capítulos de Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By His Uncle: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Seraphine's POVThe pack doctor held the glowing moonstone before my eyes.I hadn't believed him. It was simply too good to be true.But now, looking at the transparent stone, pulsing with a bright light at the tip, it was all the confirmation I needed.I hadn't been poisoned. I was pregnant.The doctor's voice was soft, almost reverent."H-how..." My voice was thick with emotion. "How far along am I?""One week, Luna."One week.I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach, as if I could already feel the spark that had taken root the last time Fael had filled me with his seed.That night had made a baby.Two years ago today, Fael had carried me over the threshold of this house, the pack howling outside, the mating mark fresh and burning on my neck. I had worn white and my father had been pardoned of all he owed.Two years, and I had spent every single day waiting for him to look at me the way an Alpha looks at his Luna. Instead he looked through me, past me, into the bodies of every she-

Seraphine's POV I expected rocky grounds and dusty walls, typical of caves in the northern mountain. But his den was nothing like I had imagined. The surprise in my eyes seemed to amuse him. "A moment. I'll get you something to soothe the burn."On our way up the trail, he had handpicked a few leaves from the entrance and squeezed them in his hand until they turned a pasty mix. He had then proceeded to apply on my open wounds, my stomach, and then on my forehead. And almost like magic, a cooling sensation washed over me and my wounds stung no longer. Until the paste turned hot on my skin. All I could do was nod as my back hit warm sheets. What he said... about claiming me and pup. I was incredibly confused on why Fael's uncle, a banished tyrant, would say that to me. Did... did he perhaps have plans to subjugate me to slavery here in his den?No Seraphine. You need to get out of here. I could barely place my feet on the ground when he came back. Carrying a ceramic bowl in his p

Darius’s POVFael’s words did not echo as I had expected.They sank deep into my skin, like a blade pushed slowly between ribs, meant to be felt.Aurelian is dying.Aurelian is dying?The air around the gate thickened. Even the wind coming down from the mountains seemed to stall for a moment, as though it too was listening to what was being said.I did not look at Seraphine at first.I couldn’t afford to.I couldn’t bring myself to.My focus stayed on the man kneeling before us, my nephew, my blood, my enemy. His head bowed like he understood, at last, what it meant to actually kneel.“You chose dramatic words Nephew,” I said calmly. “But I suggest you choose your next ones carefully.”Fael lifted his head.He looked… diminished. Not weak, not broken.He looked hollowed, if that was the correct way to put it.Six years ago, I would have mistaken that look for repentance.But now I knew better.“The Elders saw it,” he said again, hoarsely this time. “A vision cast under the triple moon

Darius’s POVThe bath had long gone cold yet I hadn’t noticed.Steam had clung to the stone walls, curling like ghosts that refused to leave me, but my thoughts were louder than the water ever was. Fael’s voice still lingered in my head.. his desperation, his arrogance and his certainty that blood gave him rights.It didn’t.Not here.Not with them.Especially not with her.But my Sera was going back to Grimfang.The thought settled heavy in my chest, it was a familiar weight that I had carried for six years without complaint. I told myself the same thing I always did.This is for our son.I leaned forward, my forearms braced steadily on my knees as water rippled around me. Grimfang had nearly destroyed her once. It had stripped her down to bone and left her bleeding alone in the rain.And now it had dared to call her back.For Aurelian.For prophecy.For sins that were never ever hers.I exhaled slowly and stood, the water streaming down my skin as I reached for the towel. I wrapp

Seraphine’s POVThe pack house smelled the same.. exactly how it had been before I was thrown out like a useless toy.Cold stone.. Iron and old power.It wrapped around me the moment I crossed the threshold, sliding beneath my skin like a memory that had refused to stay buried. My steps slowed despite my will, my body recalling things my mind had spent years locking away.Pain.Insults.Submission.Silence.I slowly lifted my chin. ‘Not today.’The hall opened before us.. vast and circular, carved directly from the mountain’s heart. Elders stood along the raised platform, robed and still, their eyes sharp with expectation and unnecessary pride and then Grimfang’s council. The same men and women who had once watched me kneel and beg without intervening.Fael walked ahead of us, reclaiming his place with an ease that made my stomach twist in disgust.“You requested this audience,” I said coolly, breaking the hush. “Speak.”Murmurs rippled through the hall as they saw me for who I now