Semua Bab Rejected While Pregnant: Claimed by the Direwolf Alpha: Bab 81 - Bab 90

POV: ArayaThe journey back to the Direwilds takes most of the day. Araya travels in wolf form, pushing herself hard, desperate to get home.Home. The word feels right now in a way it never did before.Not because of the place, but because of who waits there.As Araya crosses into Direwolf territory, she feels him before she sees him. The pull of his presence. The awareness that comes from something deeper than sight or sound.Ronan stands at the border, waiting.He's in human form, his massive frame outlined against the setting sun. His golden eyes track Araya's approach with an intensity that makes her heart race.Araya shifts back to human as she reaches him. Someone has left clothes for her, and she dresses quickly.They stare at each other across the snow. Neither speaking. Both afraid to break the moment.Then Ronan moves. Three long strides and he's pulled Araya into his arms, holding her so tight she can barely breathe."You came back," Ronan says. His voice is rough, thick wi

POV: ArayaWord of the bond spreads quickly. Within days, wolves from every corner of Araya's territory gather to witness the formal recognition.Not just Direwolves and rogues anymore. Pack wolves who left their old territories have joined. Lycans who heard the prophecy. Even a few skeptical Alphas who came to see if the stories are true.Araya stands at the base of the mountain, looking up at the peak. The highest point in the Direwilds. The place where she'll be crowned Alpha of All Alphas.Ronan stands beside her, his hand resting on the small of her back. "Nervous?""Terrified," Araya admits. "What if I'm not ready for this? What if I fail them?""You won't," Ronan says with absolute certainty. "You've already proven yourself a hundred times over. This is just making it official."Lucian tugs on Araya's hand. "Mama, can I come with you?"Araya kneels to his level. "You can come to the base of the peak. But the final ascent, I have to do alone. It's tradition."Lucian nods serious

POV: ArayaThe days following the council meeting are tense. Araya watches Lucian more closely now, seeing what the elders see.Her son moves between the den and the council hall with ease that shouldn't be possible for a one-year-old. He sits quietly in the corner during important meetings, absorbing every word like a sponge."The southern packs are growing restless," a warrior reports during one such meeting. "They question whether a female Alpha can truly maintain order.""Then perhaps a demonstration of strength is needed," Lucian's small voice pipes up from the corner.The room goes silent. Every head turns toward the child."What did you say?" the warrior asks.Lucian stands, walking to the map spread across the table. His small finger points to specific locations. "The restlessness stems from three key territories. Show strength here, here, and here. The others will fall in line."The warrior stares at the child, then at the map. "That's... actually sound strategy.""I know," L

POV: LucianThe path grows steeper as Ronan leads Lucian higher into the Direwilds. Snow crunches beneath their boots. The air thins with each step, biting cold against Lucian's lungs."Where are we going?" Lucian asks, his breath forming clouds.Ronan doesn't turn. "To the place where Direwolves learn what strength truly means."They've been walking since dawn. The den disappeared behind jagged peaks hours ago. Lucian's legs ache, but Ronan's pace never slows. The massive Direwolf moves through the mountains like they're his blood, every stone familiar beneath his scarred hands."Father trained here?" Lucian pushes harder to keep up."Every Direwolf who survived did." Ronan's voice carries no warmth. "The weak froze. The strong learned."The trees thin until only bare rock remains. Wind howls across the peaks, sharp enough to cut. Lucian wraps his arms around himself, but the cold seeps through anyway. His wolf stirs beneath his skin, wanting to surface for warmth."Don't." Ronan sto

POV: LucianThe moon-library sits beneath the citadel, carved into living rock. Lucian discovered it three days ago while exploring passages his mother doesn't know he's found. Torches burn in iron sconces, casting dancing shadows across rows of ancient scrolls and crumbling books.Lucian runs his fingers along the spines, reading titles in languages he barely understands. Some are wolf-tongue, the old dialect. Others look even older, symbols that hurt to look at too long.His arm still tingles where the golden frost appeared. Ronan examined it for hours, then told Lucian to rest. Said nothing about what it meant. But Lucian saw the concern in those golden eyes.So Lucian searches for answers himself.He pulls a scroll from a high shelf, nearly dropping it when dust billows out. The parchment crackles as Lucian unrolls it carefully on a stone reading table. The writing is old wolf-tongue, but readable."The First Lycans walked between moonlight and shadow," Lucian reads aloud. His voi