Semua Bab The Rejected Luna's Twin Alphas : Bab 11 - Bab 20

The betrayal felt like a second rejection, sharper and more clinical than the first. Silas, the man who had pulled me from the mud of the Forbidden Forest, stood before me with the cold, detached gaze of a scientist looking at a successful experiment. The violet light in his eyes, which I had once found comforting, now looked like the glow of a dying star—beautiful, but utterly void of life.“Why?” The word was a raspy plea, barely audible over the whistling wind of the Grey Peaks. I stood protectively in front of Leo, my silver hair whipped into a frenzy around my face. “You saved me, Silas. You taught me how to hunt. You helped me raise them.”“I saved a biological specimen with high-yield potential,” Silas corrected, his voice as smooth as silk. He signaled his Northern warriors, who fanned out with surgical precision, their weapons humming with anti-wolf frequencies. “I didn’t teach you to hunt so you could survive, Elara. I taught you to hunt so your magic would mature. The Sil

The journey back from the Grey Peaks was silent, but it was a silence filled with the weight of a new era. We travelled in a Lycan transport, the boys asleep in the back, their heads resting on each other’s shoulders. Silas was in a high-security containment cell, his magic suppressed, his mind likely already plotting his next move even though I would ensure he never got the chance.As the sun began to peek over the horizon, casting a pale gold light over the Eastern Region, I looked out the window at the sprawling forests.“Sienna’s father is in custody,” Silas’s second-in-command, a man named Kael who had quickly switched allegiances, informed me. “And Sienna... she was found at the base of the peaks. She’s alive, but her wolf has been shattered by the feedback of your blast. She’s human now.”A human in a wolf’s world. For a woman who prided herself on “purity,” that was a fate worse than death.“Let her live,” I said. “Let her see the world through the eyes of the people she u

The night air was thick with the scent of pine and burning pitch. At the main gates of the Black Mountain Estate, seven men stood in a semi-circle. These were the Alphas of the surrounding smaller packs, men who had grown fat and wealthy under the Valerius trade deals. They wore traditional ceremonial robes, their faces painted with the red clay of a formal challenge.I stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the courtyard, Killian half a step behind me. The crowd of pack members gathered below fell into a hush, their eyes darting between me and the angry men at the gate."Elara Vance!" the eldest of the seven, a man named Alpha Garrow, shouted. His voice was like grinding stones. "You stand accused of the unlawful seizure of a Great Pack, the use of forbidden Northern magic, and the kidnapping of the Nightshade heirs!"I rested my hands on the stone railing, feeling the cold vibration of the mountain beneath my palms. "I am Elara, the Silver Queen of the North," I corrected, my v

The victory at the altar of the Moon should have felt like a finality, a moment to breathe and finally look into the eyes of my sons without the shadow of a threat looming over them. But as the dawn light hit the blood-stained white stone, the arrival of the Northern messenger turned the morning air from crisp to suffocating.He was a man named Valen, a high-ranking Lycan I remembered from my early days in the North. He stood at the edge of the plateau, his silver-and-grey armour pristine despite the long trek. He didn't kneel. He didn't acknowledge the fallen Alphas or the thousands of pack members who were still reeling from the display of power they had just witnessed. He looked only at me, his eyes a dull, mechanical grey."Queen Elara," Valen said, his voice amplified by a subtle magic that made it grate against the eardrums. "The High King of the Northern Lycan Empire sends his greetings. He has watched your... ascension... with great interest. However, he finds the establishmen

The West Wing was a hive of frantic activity. We had only hours to pack our lives into a few crates. The mood was sombre, the air thick with the realization that our "victory" had lasted less than twenty-four hours.I found Killian in the nursery, sitting on the edge of Leo’s bed. He looked battered, his chest bruised from Malakai’s strike, but his gaze was fixed on the sleeping boys."I’m sorry, Elara," he whispered as I entered. "I told you I would be your shield, and I couldn't even stand for five seconds against him."I sat beside him, the weight of the silver gown suddenly too heavy to bear. "No one could, Killian. He isn't a wolf. He’s something else entirely. Silas was trying to overthrow him for a reason because he’s a tyrant who thinks he owns the moon."Killian reached out and took my hand. His grip was steady, the only thing in my world that felt real. "I’m coming with you.""No," I said, shaking my head. "The pack needs you. If Malakai takes me and the boys and you’re gone