Semua Bab Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The deeper Elara walked, the quieter the world became.Behind her, the lights of the Bloodfang Pack had already disappeared, swallowed by distance and darkness. Ahead, the forest stretched endlessly, ancient trees rising like silent giants beneath the full moon.This was the Forbidden Forest.No young wolf entered it alone.No weak wolf entered it at all.Elara wrapped her arms around herself as the night air grew colder. Twigs snapped under her feet. Leaves whispered with every step. The shadows between the trees felt alive, watching her, waiting.But she didn’t stop.She couldn’t.If she went back, she would be dragged out by the warriors at sunrise.If she stayed near the border, rogues might find her.The only direction left… was forward.Her chest tightened as she walked. Every now and then, a dull ache pulsed deep inside her where the mate bond had once been. The emptiness there felt worse than the pain.Alpha Kael had rejected her.Publicly.Completely.The memory replayed in h

The words didn’t make sense.Elara stared at Lucien, her red-tinted vision slowly fading as the heat inside her body settled back into a heavy warmth beneath her skin.“A Blood Moon… what?” she asked, her voice unsteady.Lucien didn’t answer immediately. He was still watching her carefully, his silver eyes sharp and focused, as if he were studying something rare.Or dangerous.“The last time one appeared,” he said finally, “was over a hundred years ago.”A chill slid down her spine.“I don’t understand,” Elara said. “I thought wolves were just… wolves. Some stronger, some weaker.”Lucien shook his head once.“That’s what most packs believe,” he replied. “But there are bloodlines older than the packs. Wolves born under specific lunar cycles. Wolves tied directly to the Moon’s power.”Elara’s stomach tightened.“And Blood Moon wolves?” she asked quietly.Lucien’s gaze darkened.“They’re different.”The wind moved through the clearing, rustling the trees around them. The full moon hung o

The forest had grown quieter in the hours after the rogue attack, but the tension inside Elara had not eased. She sat cross-legged on the damp earth, the chill of the night sinking through her thin dress, but she hardly noticed. Her hands were resting on her knees, her breathing deep, trying to steady the storm inside her chest.Lucien stood nearby, his arms crossed, eyes scanning the trees as if the shadows themselves might leap to life. The firelight from the cabin behind them cast long, wavering silhouettes across the clearing, but the forest beyond was black, thick, and endless.“Focus,” he said, his voice quiet, almost a whisper but the command cut through the chaos in her mind.Elara’s pulse was still wild, the red glow of her vision from the earlier battle lingering faintly in her mind’s eye. She swallowed, forcing herself to look inward. The surge the power was still there, humming beneath her skin. Waiting. Patient. Hungry.“Every movement you make, every breath you take, it’

Lyra woke to the sound of running water and the distant echo of voices carried by the morning wind.For a moment, she didn’t remember where she was.The ceiling above her was unfamiliar rough wooden beams, pale light filtering through a narrow window. The air smelled of pine smoke and clean earth, not the dense, crowded scent of her former pack.Then memory returned.Rowan.The valley.The way he had said my wolf has already chosen you.Her chest tightened.She pushed the blanket aside and sat up slowly. The bed was softer than she expected, the room warmer than it had any right to be in the cool morning air. Someone had left folded clothes on the chair beside the hearth simple trousers, a long tunic, and thick wool socks.Not an accident.Rowan had thought ahead.The realization stirred something quiet and unfamiliar inside her.After dressing, she stepped outside.The valley was alive.Smoke curled from chimneys. Wolves moved alongside humans as if the boundary between them barely e

The valley did not return to normal after Kael left.On the surface, life resumed its rhythm. Wolves returned to their duties. The gates were reinforced. Patrols doubled along the ridges. Conversations were quieter, movements sharper, as if everyone understood that something larger had shifted beneath the calm.Lyra felt it more than anyone.The air itself seemed heavier.And inside her, the bonds were changing.She stood at the edge of the training grounds as dusk settled over the valley, the sky bleeding slowly into deep violet. Her breathing was steady, her posture controlled, but beneath that calm, tension coiled tightly through her muscles.Rowan circled her slowly.“Again,” he said.Lyra closed her eyes.She reached inward, searching for her wolf.The presence answered more quickly now no longer distant, no longer curled into itself. It was cautious, watchful, but awake. The rejection that had once crushed it no longer defined it.But something else had taken its place.Pressure