Rejected by the billionaire Alpha 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Episode 42: Not Yours AnymoreThe terrace doors had barely closed behind them when Kael appeared, his broad frame silhouetted against the ballroom's glittering light. He had followed them. Of course he had. The recognition that had crashed over him like a wave had left him gasping, and now he moved on instinct, driven by something he couldn't name—desperation, fury, the dying embers of a pride that refused to be extinguished.Luna felt him before she saw him. The shift in the air, the familiar yet now alien scent of him cutting through the night's cool clarity. She was still pressed against Dante, their bodies cooling in the aftermath of their passion, but she straightened immediately, her hand finding Dante's in a silent signal: Wait. Watch. This is mine to handle.Dante's jaw tightened, but he obeyed. He stepped back into the shadows, becoming the observer, the silent guardian. But his presence was a coiled spring, ready to strike at the first sign of th

Episode 44: The First Jealous RoarThe private sitting room had been a sanctuary, a world of firelight and whispered promises. But sanctuaries, Luna knew, were temporary. The world always found a way in.They had barely redressed, the warmth of their union still lingering on their skin, when the first distant sound reached them—a crash, a shout, the unmistakable chaos of something shattering the ballroom's fragile gaiety. Dante was on his feet in an instant, his body angled toward the door, every line of him coiled and ready.Luna rose more slowly, smoothing her gown, tucking a strand of silver hair behind her ear. Her heart rate was calm, her breathing steady. She had known this was coming. She had felt the storm building in Kael's desperate eyes, in the shattered glass, in the scent of his fury that had permeated the ballroom all evening."Let him come," she said quietly, before Dante could move to shield her. "Let him show them all exactly what

Episode 46: Kael's BreakdownThe silence that followed the marking ritual was a living thing, heavy and suffocating. It pressed against the walls of the ballroom, against the glittering chandeliers, against the heaving chest of the man who knelt alone in its center.Kael Silvercrest, heir to the Alpha throne, golden prince of the pack, was on his knees.He hadn't meant to fall. His legs had simply given way, the marrow of his bones turning to water as the silver mark on Luna's wrist had flared its final, devastating light. Now he knelt on the cold marble, surrounded by the shattered remnants of the table he had overturned, surrounded by the evidence of his own destruction.The pack watched. They always watched. But this time, their gazes held no deference, no fear, no loyalty. They held only a terrible, fascinated pity. The kind reserved for the mortally wounded, for those whose time had passed.Kael's hands pressed against his face, tryi

Episode 48: Silvercrest PanicDawn broke over Silvercrest like a wound, thin light seeping through heavy clouds to illuminate a pack in chaos. The night's events—the ballroom, the marking, Kael's collapse—had spread through the territory with the speed of the virus they were fighting, infecting every den, every corridor, every whispered conversation.In the great hall, elders gathered in frantic clusters, their ancient faces etched with worry. Maps and scrolls lay forgotten as they argued in hushed, urgent tones. The virus was still claiming lives. The cure was in the hands of an outsider. And now that outsider had been publicly claimed by a monster Alpha who had just threatened the entire pack."We should have handled this differently," Elder Margot hissed, her silver hair disheveled from a sleepless night. "We invited her here. We begged for her help. And now she has more power in this territory than any of us.""She has Blackwood," Elder Alden

Episode 50: A Cure for WolvesThe Queen's Lab hummed with a new energy on the morning of the trial. It was not the frantic buzz of desperation that had marked the early days, but the focused, anticipatory thrum of imminent success. Luna stood at the center of it all, her silver eyes fixed on the final data stream, her hands steady as she prepared the first batch of the completed serum.Months of research. Years of accumulated knowledge. A lifetime of being told she was nothing—all of it distilled into the clear, amber liquid that filled the syringe in her hand."This is it," she murmured, more to herself than to anyone else.Dante moved to her side, his presence a wall of warmth and certainty. His hand found the small of her back, a grounding touch. "You've done it," he said quietly. "Whatever happens next, you've already won."She glanced up at him, a flicker of vulnerability in her silver eyes—a rare, unguarded moment that she allowed o