All Chapters of Rejected While Pregnant: Claimed by the Direwolf Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

[Araya's POV]The words hang in the air like a death sentence.Tainted. Unfit as Luna.Araya stands in the center of the circle, her body trembling. The pack stares at her, their eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Some look satisfied. Others look uncomfortable. But no one speaks in her defense.Jasper turns away from her, addressing the pack with cold authority. "This woman has failed to prove her claim. She offers no evidence, only lies. I will not acknowledge a bastard child as my heir."Araya's chest tightens. She wants to scream, to defend herself, but the words stick in her throat. Her hands press protectively over her stomach, as if shielding the child from Jasper's cruelty.Movement catches her eye.Serenya steps forward from the edge of the circle, her green silk dress flowing around her as she walks. Her honey-blonde hair catches the moonlight, making her look almost ethereal. The pack parts for her, whispering as she approaches.Serenya stops beside Jasper, placing a hand gentl

[Araya's POV]The Alpha command presses down on Araya like a physical weight, crushing her lungs and forcing her body to submit. Her legs shake violently, threatening to give out beneath her. Every instinct screams at her to kneel, to bow, to surrender.But she doesn't.Araya locks her knees and stares up at Jasper, her silver-blue eyes blazing with defiance even as tears stream down her face."Kneel, or I'll destroy you," Jasper repeats, his voice a deadly growl.The power radiating from him intensifies, rolling through the courtyard in suffocating waves. Wolves around the circle drop to their knees, unable to withstand the force of his command. Even the strongest warriors bow their heads, submitting to their Alpha's will.But Araya remains standing.Her body trembles. Her breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps. Blood trickles from her nose, the strain of resisting too much for her body to handle.Still, she does not kneel.Jasper's storm-gray eyes flash with rage. His grip on her arm t

[Araya's POV]Araya doesn't know how long she's been walking. Hours, maybe. Or days. Time has lost all meaning in the darkness of the forest.Her bare feet are torn and bleeding, cut by rocks and thorns she can't see in the shadows. Her white dress, once pristine for the trial, is now shredded and stained with blood and dirt. It clings to her body, heavy with sweat and rain that started falling sometime after she entered the woods.The pain in her chest where the bond was ripped away still burns, a constant reminder of what Jasper did. But worse is the cramping in her belly, the sharp aches that come in waves and leave her gasping.Araya stops, leaning against a tree to catch her breath. Her hand presses against her stomach, feeling for movement, for any sign that the baby is still okay.Please be okay. Please.She's so hungry. The small pouch Millie gave her is empty now, the bread and dried meat gone within the first few hours. Araya's stomach growls, twisting with hunger pangs that

[Araya's POV]The Direwolf carries Araya deeper into the forest, its movements smooth and careful despite its massive size. Araya clings to its fur, her body trembling with exhaustion and pain. The cramping in her belly has eased slightly, but she can still feel the ache, a constant reminder that something is wrong.The shadow in the trees keeps pace with them, moving silently through the darkness. Araya tries to focus on it, to see what it is, but her vision keeps blurring.She's losing too much blood.Araya looks down at her torn white gown, now completely soaked with crimson. Some of it is from the rogues, splattered across her when the Direwolf tore them apart. But some of it is hers, seeping from cuts on her feet, her knees, her arms.And some of it is coming from between her legs.Araya's chest tightens with panic. No. No, not the baby. Please not the baby.The Direwolf seems to sense her distress. It slows, its golden eyes glancing back at her with what almost looks like concer

[Araya's POV]Araya holds her breath, listening to the sounds outside the cabin. She can hear footsteps now, heavy and deliberate, circling the perimeter. Voices drift through the walls, low and menacing."Smells like blood.""Fresh kill. Could be good meat.""Or could be a trap. You know what lives in these woods."Ronan stands perfectly still by the window, his golden eyes tracking the movement outside. His body is tense, coiled like a spring ready to snap.Araya's heart hammers in her chest. She wants to ask what's happening, wants to know if they're safe, but Ronan's warning echoes in her mind.Stay quiet. If you scream, they'll hear you.So Araya stays silent, her hand pressed against her belly, feeling the faint flutter of movement beneath her palm. The baby is still there. Still alive.The footsteps grow closer, then pause right outside the door.Araya stops breathing entirely.A shadow passes across the window. Someone is looking in.Ronan doesn't move. Doesn't even blink. He