บททั้งหมดของ Rejected While Pregnant: Claimed by the Direwolf Alpha: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

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

[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

[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

[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

[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