Rejected While Pregnant: Claimed by the Direwolf Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

POV: ArayaThree days pass after Ronan's words. Three days of thick silence between them. Ronan still trains Araya every morning, but he doesn't speak unless necessary. Doesn't look at her unless he has to.The distance hurts more than Araya wants to admit.Lyra and Selvara notice the tension but don't comment. They give Araya space, let her work through whatever is eating at her from the inside.On the fourth morning, Araya wakes before dawn. The cabin is silent. Everyone is still asleep.Araya can't lie there anymore, trapped with her thoughts. She needs air. Space. Something to clear her head.She dresses quietly and slips out into the cold predawn darkness.The forest is still. No wind. No movement. Just the soft crunch of snow beneath Araya's boots as she walks.Araya doesn't have a destination in mind. She just walks, letting her feet carry her deeper into the trees.The pregnancy has made hunting difficult, but Araya still remembers the basics Ronan taught her. She moves quietl

POV: ArayaRonan's declaration hangs in the air, heavy and absolute."From this night forward, both mother and child are mine."Araya's breath catches. She wants to argue. Wants to tell Ronan he can't just claim them like property.But the words won't come.Because part of Araya wants to be claimed. Wants someone to stand between her and the world and declare her worth protecting.Ronan's golden eyes never leave hers, waiting for a response. Challenging her to deny him.Araya doesn't.Ronan's expression softens slightly. He turns his attention back to the cradle, where Lucian sleeps peacefully."May I?" Ronan asks. His voice is rough, uncertain in a way Araya has never heard before.Araya nods, unable to speak.Ronan reaches down with bloodied hands and carefully, impossibly gently, lifts Lucian from the cradle. The baby is so small in Ronan's massive arms, fragile and vulnerable.But Ronan holds him like he's the most precious thing in the world.Lucian stirs, his small face scrunchin

POV: ArayaDorian steps fully into the clearing, his boots crunching on the snow. His eyes sweep over the group, lingering on Ronan and the sisters before settling on Araya."Araya Varrow," Dorian says, drawing out her name like it's a joke. "Or should I say, the wolf-less reject who was supposed to die in the forest."Ronan growls, the sound low and dangerous. "Leave. Now."Dorian's gaze shifts to Ronan, and something flickers in his eyes. Fear, maybe. But he hides it quickly behind arrogance."Easy, Direwolf," Dorian says, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'm not here to cause trouble. I was just passing through when I caught a familiar scent.""You're lying," Selvara says. Her voice is sharp, cutting. "No one just passes through this territory. Not unless they have a death wish."Dorian shrugs. "Believe what you want. But I'm here now, and I have to say, I'm shocked. I thought you were dead, Araya. The whole pack thinks you're dead."Araya's throat tightens. "Good. Let them kee

POV: SerenyaSerenya paces the Luna's chamber like a caged wolf. Fury burns through her veins, hot and unrelenting. Araya is alive. Alive and raising Jasper's son in the wilderness like some kind of rogue.The audacity. The disrespect.Jasper stands by the window, his back to Serenya. He hasn't spoken since Dorian left to gather the hunters. Hasn't looked at her. Just stares out at the pack lands with that distant expression that makes Serenya want to scream."You're thinking about her," Serenya says. Her voice is sharp, accusatory.Jasper doesn't respond."Answer me," Serenya demands. She crosses to him, gripping his arm and forcing him to face her. "You're thinking about that whore."Jasper's storm-gray eyes are cold when they meet hers. "Don't call her that."Serenya's laugh is bitter. "Why not? That's what she is. A wolf-less whore who spread her legs and got pregnant, then ran away to hide your son from you.""I rejected her," Jasper says quietly. "Publicly humiliated her. Cast he

POV: ArayaThe pain is indescribable.Araya's bones crack and reshape. Her skin stretches and tears. Her muscles twist and reform. Every cell in her body screams in agony as the shift takes hold.Lucian. Araya's last conscious thought is of her son. Protect Lucian.She barely manages to set him down gently in the snow before her body convulses completely.Araya's back arches. Her scream becomes a howl.Then the shift completes.Araya stands on four legs. Her body is massive, larger than any pack wolf. Fur the color of pure silver-white covers her, shimmering in the moonlight like starlight made solid.Her eyes glow. Brilliant silver, brighter than the moon itself.Power radiates from Araya in waves. The air itself seems to bend around her, charged with raw Alpha energy.Every wolf in the clearing freezes.Dorian stumbles backward, his eyes wide with shock. "Impossible."Araya's wolf turns to face him. The movement is fluid, predatory. Her lips pull back from teeth longer and sharper th