Rejected for Her Curves, Claimed by the Blood Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

POV DARLENE The crunch of branches under my bare feet was the only sound reminding me that I was still alive. The emerald dress, the one my mother bought to hide my "imperfections," was now a silk trap that tangled in the brambles and cut my skin. I stopped at the edge of the River of Shadows, the natural boundary that separated civilization from the Silver Moon pack and the utter chaos of the Exiles' lands. I dropped to my knees, not to pray, but because my legs had finally given way. The pain of the bond broken by Jackson was physical agony; it felt as if invisible acid was running through my veins, burning the connection to my inner wolf. She was there, curled up in the back of my mind, whimpering in sheer terror. "Calm down," I whispered to the void, my voice coming out as a dry croak. "He can't hurt us anymore." I looked down at my feet. They were mangled, covered in mud and blood. As a healer, I knew that infection was my first enemy. I tore off a piece of my dress skirt

POV DARLENE Dawn at the Blood Wolves' fortress did not arrive with the singing of birds, but with the sound of metal striking stone and the roars of training that made the walls of my new prison vibrate. I woke up wrapped in heavy furs, feeling the icy mountain air bite my bare shoulders. For a second, panic gripped my chest as I didn't recognize the carved rock ceiling, until the stabbing pain in my sternum reminded me of reality: Jackson had broken me, and Eryx had claimed me. I dressed in the leather and wool clothes Myra had thrown at me the night before. Unlike Silver Moon's oppressive silks, these garments hugged my curves with brutal honesty. The leather clung to my thighs and hips, highlighting my figure rather than trying to hide it under layers of useless fabric. When I looked at my reflection in a bowl of water, I didn't see the ashamed wolf who had fled the central square. I saw a woman who was beginning to resemble the wild environment that surrounded her. "Are you

POV DARLENE Dawn found me with muscles screaming in pain, but my mind was clearer than ever. Eryx had left me in the infirmary with a clear order to rest, but the stillness of the stone walls suffocated me. I needed to move. I needed to feel that the ground beneath my feet belonged to me, not because of an Alpha's permission, but because of my own ability to inhabit it. I slung the leather bag over my shoulder and secured the obsidian dagger to my thigh. The weight of the weapon was a constant reminder that I was no longer the wolf hiding behind marigold petals. I left through the west postern, avoiding the main patrols. My goal was the Whispering Edge, a dense area where Blood Moss grew, essential for the deep wounds that warriors brought back from the border. I walked for an hour, using the stealth techniques Eryx had shown me. "Don't step on the dry leaves, Darlene. Let your weight distribute to the front of your foot." His words echoed in my head with the rhythm of my breath

POV JACKSONThe office in the Silver Moon pack house always smelled of expensive leather, aged bourbon, and the heavy, suffocating scent of tradition. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the training grounds where Sarah was leading a group of young warriors. She was lean, fast, and looked exactly like a Luna should. She was the "silver arrow" I had promised my pack—a symbol of agility and perfection.So why did the silence in this room feel like a physical weight on my chest?I poured myself another glass of bourbon, the liquid amber glowing under the moonlight. I had done everything right. I had rejected Darlene, a woman whose curves were a constant reminder of a softness my pack didn't need. A healer who couldn't even shift properly was a liability, not a mate. My people needed strength, not "too much" of everything that didn't fit the mold of a warrior.“You are a stain on this lineage,” I had told her. I remembered the way the emerald dress she wore had torn as

POV DARLENEThe encounter with Myra left a bitter taste in my mouth, sharper than the wormwood I had been grinding. Her words—that Eryx would trade me like a piece of livestock to save his pack—vibrated in the air, echoing off the cold stone walls of the infirmary. I looked down at my hands, still stained with the dark residue of the herbs, and felt a tremor I couldn't quite suppress.In Silver Moon, I had been an object to be discarded. Was I merely a different kind of object here? A strategic asset? A toy for an Alpha who thrived on war?.I grabbed my cloak and headed toward the tactical room, my boots clicking rhythmically against the floor. Every warrior I passed seemed larger, more imposing today. Their eyes followed me, no longer with the blunt judgment of Jackson’s people, but with a calculated curiosity that felt just as heavy.When I reached the heavy iron doors of the tactical room, I paused. This was where the Blood Pack’s wars were born. I pushed the doors open and was imm