Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Goddess: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Chapter 11 Michelle’s POV I woke up tasting blood. It was thick. Copper and salt. Dried on my tongue. Not new. Old. Caked on my lips, my teeth. When was the last time I had water? Two days? Three? Water is gold here. My mouth was cracked. Swallowing hurt. The air was too dry. My back was on fire. Extremely painful. Fifty silver lashes. Still open. Still weeping. No bath. No healer. The wounds pulsed. Alive. Every heartbeat tore them wider. Nothing. The dungeon smelled like rot and rust. Metal and decay. It clung to the walls. To me. The chains rattled. Iron cuffs, rusted from my blood. I stank. Covered in sweat and infection, probably. i could smell myself. I’m sure Clara would love that. Would love to see me break. Footsteps approached. Heavy. Booted. The guard said, “ Get up. Luna’s dining. She wants you there.” My heart dropped. What was this about? Clara asking guards to take me to the dining table seemed like a trap. I know Clara

Chapter 13Michelle’s POVThe earth shook. Not like a wolf's run. Not like thunder. Like the world itself was angry. The sky went dark, the wind died. Noon turned to midnight in seconds. The pack members started panicking. Nobody could see anything. I'd say it was chaos. It got so dark I could hardly see myself. Then from the darkness, a figure emerged, tall, pale, ancient. Her crimson eyes glowed like dying embers. Suddenly I could see only her in the dark. "Child," she said. "You've suffered enough." "W- who are you?" I stammered. She smiled faintly. "Someone who can give you what you crave... power." I froze, torn between fear and temptation. "What do you want from me?" "Only your trust," she whispered. "Come with me to my realm, a place far beyond this world. There, you'll never be weak again." I looked at her crimson eyes with boldness and said, "Then take me there. To your realm, a place where I'll be strong, where I'll never be weak again." She gav

Chapter 15 Erin's POV As I stood there, confused about why this Goldren was calling me his creator, my mind spun. None of it made sense — it was too complicated to understand. The stranger who brought me here seemed incredibly powerful. She didn't say much. She simply looked at the Goldren creature and said, > "She won't remember any of this. Once she regains her memory, she'll remember all of us." The creature replied, voice trembling with emotion, > "If she can't even remember you — her own blood — how do you expect her to remember me?" Blood? I blinked, stunned. Are we related? Confusion clouded my thoughts. I wanted to ask, but the woman raised her hand, stopping me. > "Please, don't ask questions. Every answer I give will only lead to more questions. The only thing you need right now is your memories. You must get them back." My memories? I thought I came here to get stronger, not… whatever this was. Nothing made sense. She turned to me again. > "Let's go to wh

Chapter 17 Erin's POV "Wakey wakey...." The voice sounded excatly just like Micha's. "Micha, give me a few minutes… just a few more minutes," I grumbled, expecting his usual nagging, with his voice. Instead, a different voice replied: > "Micha? Is that your brother in the Werewolf Realm? Rest all you want, sis. You must be tired…" My eyes snapped open. Yesterday's memories hit me like a storm. I bolted upright in bed. "I want to get stronger," I declared. Eric stared at me like I'd just said the funniest joke in the world. > "You don't have to get stronger. You're already strong. Your body is strong. You just need a little training and — boom — you'll be back on your feet. And your powers? Still stored where you left them. Once your memories return, your powers will return too." "Where are my powers stored?" I asked. > "In your body. You need all your memories to access them fully." "How do I gain my memories back?" Eric sighed, "You'll will regain your memories

Chapter 19 In the Alpha's office, papers were scattered everywhere. The place reeked of alcohol—an almost-empty whisky bottle sat beside a half-filled glass. Behind the desk, Alpha Levi's wolf, Magnus, who took over the body due to the rage he felt when he lost his mate, sat in silence, listening as a trembling woman spoke. "It's been two years, Levi. Two years," she said, her voice cracking. "Why don't you just kill me already? I keep telling you—I didn't kill her! Everyone in the pack, knows that she died mysteriously. I know I made a mistake. I'm sorry. I just… I just want to be free." Magnus leaned back in his chair, eyes cold. "But you are free, Clara. You're not in a dungeon anymore. You can walk wherever you like in the pack. Your father's influence got you out—you should be grateful." "How can I be grateful when everyone treats me like trash?" she snapped, tears filling her eyes. He smirked. "That's because you are trash—a bully who enjoyed hurting others. So tell me, Cla