All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By His Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Moon hung full and silver above the Silverclaw Pack, watching silently—almost knowingly—as if it already understood the fate waiting for me beneath its light.Tonight was supposed to change my life.Tonight, I was meant to become Luna.I stood at the center of the ceremonial clearing, my bare feet sinking slightly into the cold earth. My hands trembled beneath the thin white fabric of the mating dress, the sacred garment worn by every future Luna before me. It clung to my body like hope itself—delicate, fragile, and painfully easy to tear apart.Around me, the pack gathered in a wide circle, their low murmurs blending with the crackle of the sacred fire. Wolves and humans alike watched with anticipation, curiosity, and—on some faces—thinly veiled judgment.They were all here for one reason.Alpha Kael.My mate.I lifted my gaze to where he stood before the altar, tall and unmoving in black ceremonial armor. He looked every bit the powerful Alpha of the Silverclaw Pack—broad should

I should have been afraid.An enemy Alpha stood only a few steps away from me—powerful, dominant, dangerous. Every story I had ever heard warned of what happened to lone she-wolves who crossed into rival territory.Yet my feet remained rooted to the ground.Alpha Ronan’s presence wrapped around me like a storm waiting to break. His emerald gaze didn’t soften with pity, nor did it burn with cruelty. Instead, he assessed me the way a warrior examines a blade—measuring worth.“You’re trembling,” he said calmly.I realized then that he wasn’t asking.I curled my hands into fists, nails biting into my palms. “I was banished tonight.”“I know.”Those two words sent a chill down my spine.“You were at the ceremony?” I asked, my voice barely steady.A corner of his mouth lifted. “Not personally. But news travels fast when an Alpha humiliates his mate beneath a full moon.”My throat tightened.“So Silverclaw truly rejected you,” he continued, his eyes darkening. “Publicly. Recklessly.”The way

Pain dragged me under like a tide.I floated somewhere between waking and darkness, my body burning and freezing all at once. Voices echoed around me—urgent, sharp, overlapping—but I couldn’t understand the words.Silver light pulsed beneath my skin.Too bright.Too strong.“She’s burning up—”“That energy isn’t normal—”“Alpha Ronan—!”Hands gripped mine.Firm. Steady.“Stay with me,” Ronan’s voice cut through the chaos, low and commanding. “You’re not allowed to disappear on my territory.”I tried to answer him, but my throat refused to cooperate. The pain in my chest intensified suddenly—sharp, relentless—like invisible claws tearing through my heart all over again.A scream tore from me.The silver markings on the stone floor flared violently, ancient symbols lighting up one by one. The entire Alpha’s hall trembled.Outside, wolves howled in alarm.Ronan swore under his breath. “Clear the hall. Now.”I felt myself being lifted, my body cradled against a solid chest as the world sp

The first howl came before the scouts returned.It tore through the air—deep, commanding, layered with dominance that did not belong to Blackrock.Every wolf in the courtyard went still.Ronan’s posture shifted instantly, his body angling forward, shoulders squared. “Positions,” he ordered sharply.Blackrock warriors moved without hesitation, forming a defensive arc around us. Claws extended. Teeth bared. The atmosphere thickened with tension, sharp enough to cut skin.My pulse roared in my ears.“They’re close,” I whispered.“Yes,” Ronan said grimly. “Closer than they should be.”The silver warmth beneath my skin stirred uneasily, responding to the surge of nearby dominance like a living thing. My breath hitched as the sensation grew hotter—unstable.The seer stepped beside me, her weathered hand gripping my wrist. “Do not fight it,” she murmured. “Your power is listening, not attacking.”Another howl echoed—answered by a second. Then a third.Different packs.My stomach dropped.“Th

The horn sounded again.Long. Hollow. Ancient.It crawled across the land like a warning carved into bone, and every wolf—Alpha or not—felt it settle deep in their chest.The courtyard fell into uneasy silence.Ronan’s hand brushed the small of my back, grounding but not possessive. He didn’t pull me closer. He didn’t push me behind him.He let me stand.That alone said everything.The seer bowed her head, fear tightening her features. “The Old Council has not gathered in centuries.”Kael’s gaze snapped to her. “That’s a myth.”“No,” she replied grimly. “It’s a forgotten truth.”The air shifted.The scent of ash and moonstone rolled across the courtyard, heavy and unmistakable. Wolves at the outer gates whimpered, some instinctively dropping to their knees.Then the gates opened.Not violently.Not forced.They opened because the guards stepped aside—eyes glassy, bodies trembling—as if something far greater than an Alpha had commanded it.Five figures entered.They moved slowly, delib