All Chapters of Rejected Luna, Claimed by the Alpha Who Regretted: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The first assassin crossed Frostveil’s border before midnight.He did not wear black.He did not carry a banner.He wore Frostveil colors.That was the danger.Snow fell lightly over the outer ridge, covering tracks almost as fast as they formed. Three figures moved low through the trees, silent, trained, precise.At their lead walked a tall, silver-haired wolf with cold eyes and no visible weapon.“Remember,” he murmured, voice barely more than breath, “no witnesses.”The youngest of the three hesitated. “Elder Thorne said the child must not suffer.”The silver-haired wolf did not look back.“Elder Thorne said the child must not live.”Silence followed.Behind Frostveil’s walls, most wolves slept in shifts. The battle had drained them. Repairs had begun. Trust was still fragile between Silver Fang and Frostveil.No one expected danger from inside.Inside the main hall, Rowan studied a map by lantern light. Kael stood opposite him, arms folded.“They will test us again within days,” R

“Bow to me, and this ends.”The broken-crowned king stood beyond the shattered ridge, his army stretching behind him like a dark tide. Snow fell between the two forces, thin and steady, as if the mountain itself held its breath.Elara did not step back.She stood at the front line beside Kael, Mira secured against her chest, Frostveil and Silver Fang warriors forming a wall behind them.“Bow?” Rowan repeated, voice edged with disbelief.The king’s silver eyes never left Elara.“Not you,” he said calmly. “Her.”A murmur moved through the wolves.Kael’s power rolled forward like distant thunder. “Choose your next words carefully.”The king ignored him.“Accept my protection,” he continued, addressing Elara. “Swear the child to my line. I will recognize her as heir to the unified north.”The offer landed like a blade wrapped in silk.Unified north.Heir.Protection.Lyra swore under her breath. “He means to own her.”Elara’s heartbeat slowed instead of racing.This was the moment.Not ba

The creature roared, and the mountain answered.Stone split wider beneath Frostveil’s courtyard as the thing dragged itself fully into the open. It was massive, all jagged rock and crawling shadow, its body stitched together by something darker than night. No fur. No breath. No heartbeat.Just hunger.Wolves scrambled back.Even the ancient guardians hesitated.Kael stepped forward anyway.“Elara, get her inside,” he said, not looking away from the creature.“I won’t run,” Elara replied.“This isn’t running.”The beast slammed one claw down. The impact knocked warriors off their feet and shattered what remained of the outer wall.Thorne’s laughter carried through the chaos.“You wanted truth,” he called. “Here it is.”Kael’s jaw tightened. His mind barely kept up with what was happening.Mira was his.The knowledge burned through him even as the monster advanced.His daughter.He had missed her first cry. Her first breath. Every night, she had needed protection.The guilt hit harder t

The mountain did not stop shaking.Stone rained from the fractured towers of Frostveil as the silver light inside the fissure twisted into something darker. Wolves scrambled to evacuate the lower tunnels. The broken-crowned king had vanished back into the tree line, but his presence lingered like a threat carved into the air.“Elara, we need to move!” Rowan shouted over the rumble.“I said evacuate!” Elara ordered again, Mira tight against her chest. “Seal the western passages first!”Kael grabbed her arm. “The heart is destabilizing. If it collapses inward.”“It won’t,” she cut in.“You don’t know that.”She held his gaze. “No. I don’t. But I won’t let it take her.”Another violent tremor split the courtyard further. The fissure widened, then snapped shut halfway as if struggling to breathe.Lyra stood at the edge of the chaos, watching Elara.Watching how every wolf turned to her for direction.Watching how even Kael listened.Her jaw tightened.“This is what comes of weakness,” she

Kael woke with Elara’s name on his lips and guilt in his chest.The room was dark, Frostveil quiet beyond the stone walls. But sleep had not been kind. He had dreamed of silver light cracking open the mountain again, of Mira standing alone at its edge, of Elara turning her back on him while the ground split between them.He sat up sharply.The bond pulsed. Not pain. Not fear.Awareness.She was awake too.He dragged a hand down his face. He had crossed into Frostveil territory for answers. He had found more than he was ready for. A daughter. A truth he should have seen. A woman who no longer needed him.And somehow, that hurt more than her absence ever had.A knock came at his door.“Enter.”Rowan stepped inside without ceremony.“You look like hell,” Rowan said.Kael let out a short breath. “Good morning to you, too.”Rowan didn’t smile. “The envoys left at dawn. Storm Hollow is unsettled. Ashwood is worse.”“I expected that.”“They think you’re unstable.”Kael’s eyes lifted.“Becaus