บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's rejected mate: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Silver and Smoke​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood​Silver doesn't just cut a wolf; it burns. It acts like a neurotoxin, turning the blood into molten lead and sending shockwaves of agonizing heat through the nervous system.​But as I lay in the pristine, sterile bed of the Alpha’s private recovery suite, the fire in my shoulder was nothing compared to the inferno in my mind.​Astra.​I stared at the heavy wooden beams of the ceiling, my chest rising and falling in shallow, jagged breaths. When I had whispered that name in the mud of the courtyard, holding onto the Warlord’s blood-spattered breastplate, the reaction had been undeniable. It wasn't a flinch of confusion. It was the violent, terrified shudder of a prey animal caught in a snare.​"Your heart rate is erratic, Kaelen. You need to calm down or the stitches will tear."​Doc Gale stood over me, his hands glowing with the faint green light of a healing spell as he hovered them over my bandaged shoulder. The smell of burnt flesh and

The Queen's Shadow ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood​I stood in the shadowed archway, leaning heavily on my cane, and listened to the heavy, rhythmic thud of the Warlord’s armored boots fading down the stone corridor. ​My shoulder burned where the silver had melted through muscle and sinew, but the physical agony was entirely eclipsed by the roaring pride of my wolf. Rage was pacing a triumphant circle in my mind, his chest puffed out, vibrating with a deep, rumbling purr. ​Queen, Rage growled, absolutely entranced. Did you see how she bared her teeth? Did you see the elders cower? ​I saw it, I replied silently, my grip tightening on the carved wooden handle of my cane. ​I had dragged myself out of bed against Doc Gale's explicit orders. I had felt the shift in the pack's energy—the murmurings of the guards, the sudden frantic movements of the servants.

The Wolf And The Snare ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood​The rain had turned into a heavy, relentless deluge by the time the war horns sounded the return of the army. ​I stood on the covered balcony of the Alpha’s study, gripping the stone balustrade so tightly my knuckles ached. Below me, the heavy iron gates of the manor groaned open, admitting the long column of returning soldiers. ​I scanned the ranks, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. My shoulder, heavily bandaged and still weeping from the silver burn, throbbed in time with my pulse. ​Look for the dead, Rage urged in my mind, his massive dark form pacing restlessly. ​I counted the litters. There were wounded, yes—men slumped over their saddles, arms bound tightly with blood-soaked linen—but the death toll was shockingly low for an ambush of that magnitude. More importantly, t

The Viper in the Nest ​POV: Luna Zara Thorne​My jaw ached where Kaelen had gripped it, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the burning humiliation scorching my veins. ​I paced the length of my opulent, dimly lit bedchamber. The silk skirts of my dress rustled aggressively with every sharp turn. “​I will strip you of your title, strip you of your silks, and banish you to the Deadlands.” ​His words echoed in my ears, making my hands shake with fury. For five years, I had played the perfect Luna. I had tolerated his coldness. I had turned a blind eye to the pathetic shrine he built in the woods for that dead servant girl. I had kept the Council in line while he drank himself into a stupor. ​And how was I rewarded? He threatened to exile me for speaking the truth about a filthy mercenary. ​Kaelen had lost his m

The Traitor's Price ​POV: Alpha Kaelen Blackwood​The Shadow-walkers moved like liquid smoke across the ancient, slick stones of the bridge. They did not howl like the mindless Ferals we had fought at the mill. They made no sound at all, their boots silent against the mud, their crimson masks obscuring their faces as they descended upon us with terrifying, lethal precision. ​I parried a downward strike from a jagged, red-steel shortsword, the force of the blow jarring my injured shoulder so violently my vision momentarily fractured into white sparks. I gritted my teeth against the blinding flash of pain, twisting my blade to disarm the assassin before driving my heavy combat boot into his knee. As the joint buckled with a sickening crunch, I swung my silver broadsword in a tight arc, severing his head. ​"Hold the perimeter!" I shouted to the six Legionnaires, my Alpha Command echoing over the deafening ro