Alle Kapitel von Rejected for Her Curves, Claimed by the Blood Alpha: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

POV DARLENEThe morning after the wedding felt like the world had been scrubbed clean by a storm. I woke up in Eryx’s massive bed, the scent of him still clinging to my skin—a heady mix of sandalwood and the musk of a satisfied predator. For a moment, watching the pale winter sun hit the granite walls, I could almost forget the blood on the chapel floor and the look of pure, psychotic hatred in Jackson’s eyes.But as a healer, I knew that the deepest wounds often bled internally before they ever showed on the surface. And the wound Jackson had suffered at his own altar was going to fester.I sat up, the heavy furs sliding down my chest. My body felt different—heavier, but not with the "burden" Jackson had described. There was a density to my muscles, a glow to my skin that hadn't been there when I was starving myself to fit into Silver Moon’s expectations. I looked at my reflection in the polished obsidian mirror. The Red Luna stared back, her eyes bright with a fire that no longer ne

POV DARLENEThe air in the Blood Fortress didn't just smell of snow and stone anymore. It was thick with the scent of ozone and the heavy, metallic tang of molten iron. Following my father’s revelation about my mother’s lineage—the Sun-Walkers, the fire-bringers—the very blood in my veins seemed to boil with a new, directed purpose. I wasn't just a healer anymore. I was a weapon being honed by the mountain itself.I stood in the center of the fortress forge, the heat from the massive furnaces reflecting off the iron circlet on my brow. Eryx stood beside me, his dark tunic discarded, his scarred chest glistening with sweat in the orange glow. Around us, the blacksmiths of the Blood Pack worked with a frantic, rhythmic intensity, their hammers striking the anvils like the heartbeat of a war god."Myra’s betrayal has cost us the element of surprise," Eryx said, his voice a low rumble that cut through the clanging of the metal. "Jackson knows about your lineage now. He’s telling the Counc

POV DARLENEThe victory at the Old Ruins had left a lingering hum in my marrow, a mixture of ancestral fire and the sheer exhaustion of channeling the sun. As the heavy oak doors of Eryx’s private chambers clicked shut, the world of war, relics, and Jackson’s madness felt a thousand miles away. Here, in the sanctum of stone and fur, there was only the flickering orange light of the hearth and the man who had claimed my soul before he ever touched my skin.The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood, cedar, and the intoxicating, primal musk of the Blood Alpha. Eryx stood by the window, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the encroaching winter night. He had discarded his armor, wearing only his dark linen trousers that hung low on his hips, revealing the V-taper of his waist and the powerful muscles of a warrior who lived for the hunt."You should be resting, Darlene," he said, his voice a low, vibrating growl that made my thighs ache with a sudden, sharp heat. "Today, you did w

POV DARLENEThe air in the lower corridors of the Blood Fortress had always been cool and damp, smelling of ancient stone and the deep, silent history of the mountain. But as I raced down the spiral staircase, my boots barely touching the granite steps, the atmosphere had shifted. It was now thick with the acrid scent of ozone, the metallic tang of Silver Moon steel, and a smell I knew all too well: the desperate, rotting musk of Jackson’s paranoia.I reached the bottom of the stairs, my hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the obsidian dagger that was now pulsing with a feverish, golden-red light. The hallway ahead was a masterpiece of shadows, illuminated only by a few flickering torches that struggled to stay lit against the cold draft coming from the Secret Path."Jackson!" I shouted, my voice resonating with the double-tone of the Sun-Walker Queen and the Red Luna. "I know you're here. The 'burden' you threw away is waiting for you!".A low, dry laugh echoed through the ston

POV DARLENEThe air didn't just turn cold; it died.The moment the Frost-Walker King made his declaration, the remaining warmth of the morning sun was extinguished as if a giant, icy hand had snuffed out a candle. From the battlements of the Blood Fortress, I watched in silent horror as the "Great Winter" surged up the mountain slopes. It wasn't a natural storm of snow and wind; it was a creeping, skeletal plague of white frost that turned the very air into a web of jagged glass."Kael! Get the omegas and the wounded into the lower halls!" Eryx’s voice cut through the unnatural silence, a roar of command that seemed to be the only thing keeping the fortress from freezing in place.The warriors of the Blood Pack, men who had faced Jackson’s silver arrows without flinching, were now trembling—not from fear, but from a cold that bypassed the skin and settled directly into the marrow. I could see the frost climbing the iron gates, the metal groaning as it contracted under the supernatural