Semua Bab Rejected Luna, Claimed by the Alpha Who Regretted: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Kael said it without raising his voice.“I chose power.”The words landed harder than any shouted confession ever could.Elara stopped walking.They were alone on the narrow path above Frostveil, the one that curved away from the watchtowers and sank into quiet stone and wind. Mira had been taken inside by Rowan moments earlier, the child sensing tension before anyone asked her to leave.Elara turned slowly.“Say it again,” she said.Kael faced her fully now. No armor. No banner. No audience to perform for.“I chose power,” he repeated. “Not love. Not you.”There it was.Clean. Undeniable.Elara felt something settle inside her chest. Not pain. Not shocked. A strange, steady clarity.“So I wasn’t imagining it,” she said softly. “All those years of being ignored. Of standing beside you while you looked through me.”Kael swallowed. “No. You weren’t.”The bond stirred between them, restless, aching. It did not argue. It remembered.Elara let out a slow breath. “You know what hurts most?”

Pain struck before the ground ended.Elara staggered as if the world had slammed into her chest, her breath tearing out in a sharp, helpless gasp. Her knee hit a stone. Her hand scraped rock. The scream stayed trapped in her throat, vibrating instead through bone and blood.The bond had found the boundary.Mira cried out, clutching Elara’s arm as the air itself seemed to shatter. “Mama!”Elara forced herself upright, every nerve burning like it had been flayed open. The invisible line between pack lands pulsed beneath her feet, ancient and unforgiving.She had crossed it.The bond did not forgive that.It screamed.Not sound. Not voice. Pure sensation. A tearing, wrenching force that pulled backward while her body moved forward, as if something inside her refused to let go.Elara bit down hard, tasting blood. She would not fall. Not here. Not now.“Breathe,” she told herself. “Just breathe.”Mira pressed against her side, shaking. Elara wrapped an arm around her without looking, groun

They erased her name before sunrise.The decree spread through the Silver Fang Pack like smoke, quiet but suffocating, carried by messengers who did not meet anyone’s eyes. Elara of no pack. Elara has no claim. Elara, declared rogue.Kael heard it without reacting.He stood at the edge of the council ring, hands clasped behind his back, face carved into calm. The words slid over him, sharp and cold, and he let them pass. That was leadership, he told himself. Absorb the blow. Do not flinch.“She abandoned pack law,” an elder said. “Crossed forbidden boundaries. Refused summons.”“She endangered us,” another added. “The child, especially.”Kael lifted his gaze. “The child is not ours to endanger.”Murmurs rippled. Approval from some. Discomfort from others.“So you agree,” his uncle pressed smoothly. “She is a rogue.”Kael held the silence long enough to remind them who stood where. “Yes.”The word settled, heavy and final.Somewhere deep inside him, something tore again. Not the bond.

The wound bled before Elara felt it.She staggered three steps past the fallen stone, then the pain arrived all at once, hot and sharp, slicing through her side like it had been waiting for permission. Her breath broke. Her knees buckled.She caught herself on a tree trunk, bark scraping her palms raw.“Stay up,” she whispered. “Just stay up.”The valley had pushed her out at dawn.Not in rejection. In warning.Something had crossed its outer edge during the night. Not hunters yet. Not packs. Something reckless. Something loud enough to draw attention, Elara could not afford.So she moved.Alone.Mira had already been sent ahead, hidden deeper within the shifting paths with the land’s silent promise of protection. Elara had not argued. Some instincts overruled fear.Now she paid for that choice.Blood soaked into her tunic, dark and sticky. The gash was deep, torn by stone when the ground shifted too fast beneath her feet. Without pack healers. Without shelter. Without anyone to lean

The snow was stained red.Rowan Frostveil saw it first, cutting through white like a warning the land itself had carved. He slowed his horse, eyes narrowing, instincts sharpening.“No,” he muttered. “That’s fresh.”He dismounted before the animal fully stopped, boots crunching softly as he followed the trail. The wind carried blood, fever, and something else. Something wrong.Then he saw her.She lay half-buried near the Frostveil border stones, dark hair tangled with frost, skin ashen against the snow. Her chest rose shallowly, each breath a fight she was losing.Rowan cursed under his breath.She should have been dead.Any other wolf would have been.He knelt beside her, fingers brushing her throat. A pulse fluttered weakly beneath his touch.Alive.Barely.“What kind of idiot crosses Frostveil lands like this?” he murmured.The answer came in a sharp flare beneath his skin.Power.It rolled off her in waves, muted but undeniable. Old. Untamed. It pressed against Rowan’s senses, not