Semua Bab Rejected By My Mate, I Returned As Alpha Queen : Bab 61 - Bab 70

When Damein saw Prince…All reasoning, all sorts of common sense..it was all gone.All he could feel was that pure and unfilitted anger to drive a claw through his chest and kill him.And he was going to do just that as he stepped out of the wall, already moving towards Prince.Then—A grip like iron locked around his arm and yanked him back into the shadows.Damien reacted instantly and violently...He twisted, ready to strike—But the voice came low, right against his ear.“Alpha—no.”It cut through the fog..barely.“Not now,” the warrior whispered harshly. “Remember the mission.”Damien’s breathing was quick and heavy now, his eyes still fixed ahead where Prince stood…“We’re here for the hostages,” his crew member continued . “Not him. You’ll get your shot at him..not today.”For a second—Damien didn’t move or bother to talk back.His gaze just remained fixed on Prince.Every instinct told him to break free.To finish it.. to end this now.But another voice rose through the chaos

Event of the Mating CeremonyThe grounds of Mooncrest had never looked like this before.It wasn’t just the decorations… though they were impossible to ignore. Banners bearing the crest of the pack hung high, swaying gently in the morning wind. Freshly laid stones marked the ceremonial path, polished to a faint shine and at the center stood the elevated platform where all the processions and rituals would be happening.They gathered in numbers, filling the open grounds in waves. Alpha, Luna, Betas as guests from other packs and then of course fellow pack members as well .There was anticipation in the air.And with anticipation always came a little bit of tension.Because today wasn’t just a ceremony.It was a declaration.A binding.Like a full shift in power that would shape everything that came after.And at the center of it all—Damien stepped forward.The murmurs faded as he appeared.It wasn’t commanded.It simply happened.Respect moved through the crowd like a ripple, silenc

The war room was already filled now.. and today there was no shortage of matters at hand…At the head of the long stone table sat Prince, his posture relaxed as his gaze moved over everyone gathered there…Advisors, some warlords and warriors, others were elders and council men...“They breached our borders,” one of the older advisors said, his tone clipped and blunt…“That alone demands a response.”“And what did we lose?” another countered immediately. “A handful of men and perhaps a few hostages.”“‘A few hostages?’” the first snapped. “They walked into our territory and walked out again. That is not something you ignore..it serves as an insult..”Prince didn’t speak or interrupt them, he simply listened.“We should not react,” a third voice cut in, calmer, colder. “That is exactly what he wants. Let him believe he gained something, while we conserve strength.”A pause.Then another voice rose up, even sharper this time.“No. This is our moment.”“Their Alpha is divided. Half his s

There was absolute chaos in the council room…Elders, warlords and even warriors joined in on his argument.Serena was seen by most of them as a ghost coming from the dead to haunt them…** here in the werewolf world.. keeping a ghost undead as seen as a very, very bad omen.So for most… they wanted Serena dead!At the center of it all…Damien.He continued to remain still and quiet, just listening and watching, but his own mind on the matter had been long decided…“…this is not something we can ignore any longer,” one of the elders said, his voice cutting through the noise with authority. “She attacked you. Her Alpha. That alone stands as treason.”Another nodded and chipped in quickly. “Not just that. Her presence is already causing unrest among the pack. She’s seen as a ghost! She is a ghost!Most of my warriors are uneasy and on edge and the same dog as the villagers as well…“They saw what she did and some believe she’s back from the dead..”“She is no longer one of us,” a thir

There was an underground chamber in the pack.Decades ago when dark magic was more common and well practiced, that was the location…but over the years, the room had grown idle and useless, until now…. The air itself felt different down there, thicker, heavier…At the center of the chamber lay Prince.He lies flat on his back on a slab of cold stone.His arms rested at his sides, his expression calm.He had accepted his fate at this point.If it didn’t work, then he’ll die a proud Alpha, but if it did.. then he won’t make this power go to waste, he’ll kill Damein and take over everything he has.Around him, black candles burned low, their flames flickering unnaturally, bending and swaying despite the absence of wind. Shadows stretched across the walls, shifting like living things, creeping along the stone in silent anticipation.The room was not empty.Several of Death Valley’s highest-ranking members stood at a distance, their eyes fixed on the center. Warlords. Advisors. None of th