Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Luna's Twin Alphas : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Darkness. It was the first thing I knew. A heavy, suffocating blanket that smelled of damp earth, crushed pine needles, and the metallic tang of my own blood. My lungs felt like they were filled with lead; every time I tried to draw a breath, a jagged pain flared in my ribs, sharp enough to steal my vision all over again. Wake up. The voice was back. It wasn’t my own. It was colder, more regal, sounding as if it came from the bottom of a deep, frozen lake. It was a voice that didn't ask; it commanded. Wake up, Elara. The water is rising. If you die here, they die with you. My eyes snapped open. The world was sideways, blurred by a veil of rain and smoke. I was suspended by my tangled clothing against the crumpled remains of the transport cage. The van was a mangled wreck of steel and glass, wedged precariously between two massive boulders at the base of the ravine. Below me, the Blackwater River roared, its icy current already swirling around the floorboards of the van, tugg

The transition from the Forbidden Forest to the civilized world felt like stepping out of a dream and into a nightmare of lace and lies.I stood before a full-length mirror in the Lycan King’s mobile command unit, barely recognizing the woman staring back at me. The gaunt, hollow-cheeked girl who had crawled into a hollow tree five years ago was dead. In her place was a creature of sharp angles and cold elegance. My silver hair, once matted with mud and blood, now cascaded down my back like a frozen waterfall, shimmering with a light that didn't come from the lamps.I wore a gown of midnight-blue silk, so dark it was almost black, with a neckline that dipped just low enough to show the jagged, silver scar on my shoulder—the mark of my survival."You look like a goddess," Silas murmured from the doorway. He was dressed in the formal attire of a Lycan High Advisor, his violet eyes reflecting the tension in the room. "But remember, Elara, you are walking into a den of vipers. They won

The Northern Lycan encampment was a fortress of silk and steel, erected on the edge of Black Mountain territory. Inside my private pavilion, the air was perpetually chilled, a natural extension of the power hummed beneath my skin. I watched Leo and Liam through the translucent curtains. They weren’t playing like normal children. They were practicing a synchronized hunt, their small bodies moving with a fluid, terrifying grace that spoke of the predator blood in their veins. “They are growing stronger every hour, Elara,” Silas said, stepping into the frost-rimmed tent. “The proximity to their birthplace is triggering something in their DNA. The Alpha spark is trying to recognize its home.” “This isn’t their home,” I said, my voice sharp. “Their home was a hollow tree and a limestone cave. This place is just a graveyard with better lighting.” Silas sighed, his violet eyes shadowed. “The Beta was right, you know. I’ve been digging into the logistics of that night. The transport o

The air inside the Black Mountain Cathedral was no longer thick with the scent of lilies and celebration; it tasted of ozone, ancient frost, and the copper tang of fear. The dome of ice I had erected around my sons shimmered like a diamond, reflecting the chaos of a pack house that had just realized its foundations were built on quicksand.Sienna was still pinned to the floor, her white lace wedding dress shredded where my ice shard had pierced through to the stone. Her father, Baron Valerius, was being held at throat-point by two of Silas’s Lycan guards, his face a mask of purple rage and stuttering denials.I stepped over the shattered remains of the altar, my silver eyes never leaving Killian. He was still half-shifted, his massive chest heaving, the tuxedo jacket he’d worn shredded by the sudden expansion of his Alpha muscles. He looked down at the twin boys—his sons—who were watching him from behind the safety of the ice wall with expressions that were far too old for five-year

The silence that followed the explosion of oily smoke was more deafening than the blast itself. I stood in the hallway, my lungs burning from the acrid scent of rot and old magic. My hands were still outstretched, the silver frost dulling on my skin as if the very air had drained my power.“Leo!” I screamed, the sound tearing from my throat with a raw, primal agony.I lunged into the fading mist, my fingers grasping at nothing but cold shadows. He was gone. My son, the boy who had survived a ravine, a frozen forest, and five years of exile which had been taken from the heart of my own fortress.“Elara, stop!” Silas’s voice was a sharp command behind me. He caught my shoulders as I began to claw at the stone walls, my nails leaving silver gouges in the rock. “The smoke was a displacement field. They aren’t in the building anymore. You’re wasting energy.”I spun on him, my eyes glowing with a violent, unstable light. “He’s five, Silas! They took a five-year-old boy! I will tear this