All Chapters of Rejected While Pregnant: Claimed by the Direwolf Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Unwanted Bride

The stone archway of the Moon Hall looms above Araya Varrow like a mausoleum. Cold air drifts through the open doors, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. She stands at the threshold in a gown too heavy for her slender frame, ivory silk dragging across the floor as if trying to anchor her in place. The fabric clings to her ribs, to the hollow of her waist, and she feels the weight of it pressing down like judgment itself.Inside, the pack waits.Araya hears them before she sees them. Whispers ripple through the hall, low and cutting, meant to be heard."Wolf-less.""Useless bride.""Why did the Alpha even agree to this?"Her fingers curl into the bouquet of wolfsbane and silver blooms, thorns biting into her palms. The pain steadies her. She lifts her chin and steps forward.The hall stretches long and narrow, lined with wooden benches packed with wolves. Their eyes track her movement, cold and unblinking. No one smiles. No one rises to honor her. They sit like judges, waiting t

Wedding Night

The chamber is cold.Araya stands in the center of the room, hands clasped in front of her, still wearing the ivory gown that feels heavier with each passing moment. The silk clings to her skin, damp with sweat despite the chill in the air. Candles flicker on the stone mantle, casting shadows that dance across the walls like restless wolves.This is the Alpha's chamber. Jasper's chamber. Now hers too, supposedly.But it does not feel like hers.The bed dominates the room, draped in dark furs and thick blankets. A fire burns low in the hearth, crackling softly. The scent of pine and leather fills the air, sharp and masculine. Everything here belongs to him.Araya inhales slowly, trying to steady the trembling in her chest.The feast ended hours ago. The pack drank and laughed and sang, their voices echoing through the hall. Jasper sat at the head table, drinking steadily, his storm-gray eyes distant. He did not look at her once.When the elder priest announced it was time for the bride

The Consummation

[Araya's POV]The door opens.Araya lifts her head from where she sits on the floor, back pressed against the cold wood. Her heart lurches, hope and dread twisting together in her chest.Jasper steps inside.His storm-gray eyes sweep the room, landing on her. His expression does not change. No surprise. No concern. Just cold assessment."Get up," Jasper says.Araya pushes herself to her feet, legs unsteady. The silk gown clings to her, wrinkled and heavy. Her bare feet are numb from the cold stone.Jasper closes the door behind him. The lock clicks, sharp and final.He does not look at her as he crosses to the table and pours himself a drink from the decanter. Amber liquid splashes into the glass. He drinks it in one swallow, then pours another.Araya stands frozen, watching him."Did you enjoy your walk?" Jasper asks, his voice flat.Araya's breath catches. He knows. Of course he knows."I..." Araya's voice falters. "I was waiting."Jasper sets the glass down with a sharp clink. He t

Betrayal by Blood

[Araya's POV]Araya's bare feet whisper against the cold stone as she follows Jasper's scent through the winding corridors of Ironfang Keep. The fur wrapped around her shoulders does little to ward off the chill that seeps into her bones. Her body still aches from what happened in the chamber, a dull, throbbing reminder of his touch.The torches flicker as she passes, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Jasper's scent grows stronger with each step. Pine and leather, sharp and unmistakable, leading her deeper into the keep.Araya's heart pounds in her chest. She should turn back. She should return to the chamber and wait, as a proper Luna would. But something pulls her forward, something desperate and aching that refuses to let go.The corridor branches. Araya pauses, listening.Voices drift from the left passage, low and murmured. Intimate.Araya moves toward them, pressing herself against the wall. The passage narrows, opening into a small alcove lit by a single torch. The same alc

Shattered Vows

[Araya's POV]Morning light filters through the window, pale and cold. Araya sits on the edge of the bed, still wrapped in the fur from the night before. Her body aches. Her eyes burn from crying. The chamber is silent, empty except for her.Jasper never returned.Araya stares at the door, waiting. But the longer she waits, the clearer it becomes. He is not coming back. Not to apologize. Not to explain. Not even to acknowledge what happened.Her chest tightens, anger sparking beneath the pain.Araya stands, dropping the fur onto the bed. She crosses to the wardrobe and pulls out a simple dress, dark green wool that hangs loose on her slender frame. She dresses quickly, her hands trembling as she fastens the laces.She cannot stay in this room. She cannot wait anymore.Araya opens the door and steps into the corridor. The keep is stirring now, wolves moving through the halls, their voices low and murmured. They glance at her as she passes, their eyes sliding away quickly, whispering be

The Whispering Pack

[Araya's POV]Araya stands outside the dining hall, her hand resting on the heavy wooden door. The sound of voices drifts through the wood, laughter and conversation blending together in a low hum. The pack is gathering for breakfast, as they do every morning.Araya does not want to go inside.She spent the rest of yesterday in her chamber, hiding. Millie brought her food, but Araya could not eat. She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying Jasper's words over and over.Weak. Unworthy. Grateful.If you cause trouble, I will reject you.Araya closes her eyes, taking a slow breath. She cannot hide forever. She is Luna now, whether Jasper acknowledges it or not. The pack expects her presence.She pushes the door open and steps inside.The dining hall is long and wide, with rough wooden tables stretching from end to end. Wolves sit in clusters, eating and talking, their voices filling the space. The scent of cooked meat and fresh bread hangs in the air, thick and warm.Conversat

Small Hope

[Araya's POV]Araya kneels over the chamber pot, her body heaving. Nothing comes up but bile, bitter and burning. She gasps, pressing her hand against her stomach, trying to steady herself.This is the third morning in a row.Araya wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and stands slowly, her legs trembling. The room spins. She grips the edge of the basin, waiting for the dizziness to pass.It must be stress. The whispers. The humiliation. Jasper's cruelty. Serenya's threats. It is all too much. Her body is breaking under the weight of it.Araya crosses to the window and pulls back the curtain. The courtyard below is empty, the morning light pale and cold. The moon is waning now, growing thinner each night.Only a few weeks until the full moon.Serenya's words echo in Araya's mind."You'll be gone before the next full moon."Araya closes her eyes, pressing her forehead against the cold glass.A knock sounds at the door.Araya turns. "Come in."Millie enters, carrying a tray with br

Denied Blood

[Araya's POV]Araya stands outside Jasper's office, her hand pressed against the door. Her heart pounds in her chest, a rapid, unsteady rhythm that makes her feel dizzy. She has been standing here for several minutes, trying to summon the courage to knock.She is pregnant.She carries his child.He needs to know.Araya takes a deep breath and knocks."Enter," Jasper's voice calls from inside, cold and clipped.Araya pushes the door open and steps inside.Jasper sits behind his desk, papers spread out before him. He does not look up when she enters. His storm-gray eyes remain fixed on the document in his hand, his jaw tight with concentration."What is it?" Jasper asks.Araya closes the door behind her, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "I need to speak with you.""I'm busy.""It's important."Jasper sets down the paper and looks at her, his expression flat and unreadable. "Then speak."Araya crosses to the desk, her hands trembling. She folds them in front of her, trying to steady

A Silent Plea

[Araya's POV]Araya's hand trembles on the door handle. She cannot leave. Not like this. Not with those words hanging between them like a death sentence."That child will never be mine."She turns back to face Jasper. He stands at the window, his back rigid, his hands clasped behind him. He does not look at her. Does not acknowledge her presence."Please," Araya says, her voice breaking. "Please, Jasper. Just listen to me.""There's nothing to listen to," Jasper says flatly. "You've already said enough.""No, I haven't." Araya takes a step toward him, then another. "You're wrong. The child is yours. I swear it."Jasper's shoulders tense, but he does not turn around. "Your word means nothing to me."Araya's chest tightens. She moves closer, her hands reaching out as if to touch him, then falling back to her sides. "What do I have to do? How can I make you believe me?""You can't," Jasper says coldly."There has to be something," Araya says desperately. "Some way to prove it. I'll do an

The Trial

[Araya's POV]The full moon rises over Ironfang Keep, casting silver light across the courtyard. Araya stands in the center of the stone circle, surrounded by the entire pack. Hundreds of wolves gather in a tight ring around her, their eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. The air is thick with tension, with anticipation.This is the trial of purity.Araya wears a simple white dress, as tradition demands. Her raven-dark hair hangs loose around her shoulders, the silver streaks catching the moonlight. Her hands rest protectively over her stomach, though the swell of her pregnancy is not yet visible.The pack watches in silence. Some faces show curiosity. Others show contempt. A few show pity.Millie stands near the back, her hazel eyes wide with worry. Their gazes meet for a brief moment, and Millie gives a small nod of encouragement.Araya takes a slow breath, trying to steady herself.At the far end of the circle, Jasper stands on the raised platform reserved for the Alpha. He wears

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