Semua Bab The Rejected Goddess: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter 52 The Werewolf Realm Mars' POV Theodore and I had been training since sunrise, and for some reason, I was winning every round. It wasn't that Theo was weak—if anything, he was one of the most persistent warriors I knew—but today, every movement, every punch, every dodge came naturally to me. Maybe I was irritated. Maybe I was annoyed. Or maybe… I already knew why my mood was off. We sparred hard, breathing heavily as the sound of fists clashing filled the training ground. Until she appeared. Erin. The moment Theodore saw her, he straightened immediately and bowed in deep respect. I didn't bow. I just gave her a small nod—not because I was arrogant, but because I couldn't. Somehow bowing to her felt too… intimate. Too vulnerable. Erin stopped right beside me, her presence brushing against my aura. She smelled like golden light and danger mixed together. "Mars, I need your help." Her voice was calm, but there was an undertone—urgency… and something else I couldn'

Chapter 54 The Werewolf RealmClara's POVIt's been months since I left the pack.Months of hiding.Months of rebuilding.Months of trying to erase the name Clara, the Luna everyone hated—the villain who killed pups.Dad suddenly called me back, saying the pack needed to gather because war was approaching. Apparently some old demon named Roosevelt was awake again and planning to destroy all realms. From what he said, even the Alphas were panicking. Information was being exchanged between councils, packs, and even creatures from other realms.Yes—other realms.My father talked about beings I'd never even heard of.Honestly, the whole thing sounded insane. But one part of me was… excited. Happy, even.Because I wasn't returning with the same face.I left for the human world months ago and paid a ridiculous amount of money to completely change my appearance. It was expensive. Painfully expensive. But now that my face was healed, settled, and perfect?Worth it.I needed a new identity an

Chapter 56The Werewolf Realm The Silver Crest PackThe Alpha of Silver Crest sat alone in his room, his elbows on his knees, fingers interlocked, staring at the floor with eyes that hadn't known rest in years. He had fought wars, survived ancient beasts, and faced the wrath of supernatural kings… but nothing, absolutely nothing, hurt like losing his son.Axel.His boy.His only child.Gone.He wasn't there to hold him, wasn't there when his last breath vanished into the cold night. Axel had lost his mother the day he was born, and now—even his father could not protect him from fate.The Alpha shut his eyes. The grief was still raw, still violent, still slicing through him like a dagger. But this wasn't the moment to break down. His people still needed him.He inhaled sharply, straightened his shoulders, and stood tall.This was not the time for sentiment.This was the time to lead.He summoned his beta through the mind link. Within seconds, a knock echoed at the door."Alpha, you c

Chapter 58 The Demon RealmThe air in the Demon Realm was heavier than usual—thick, humid, and suffocating with the stench of old blood. The dark sky bled with streaks of crimson lightning, cracking silently like angry veins across a dying world. Strange winged creatures screeched as they flew overhead, circling endlessly, feeding on souls that had been discarded from previous battles.Deep within the heart of this realm, past the rivers of black fire and the pits where lesser demons clawed at the walls, stood the throne hall.And on that throne—made entirely from the skulls of the innocent, the guilty, warriors, children, ancient beings, and anyone unfortunate enough to fall under his rage—sat Roosevelt, Demon King, unmoving like an eternal nightmare carved into existence.His eyes glowed with a cold, ancient hatred that never dimmed.The hall was silent until footsteps echoed—hesitant, slow, fearful.Devyani, one of the five demons Roosevelt held closest to his heart, bowed deeply.

Chapter 60The Werewolf Realm.It had been days—maybe weeks—since people began disappearing. Mostly werewolves, mostly adults. Packs were unsettled, but no one treated it as a crisis. Everyone's minds were fixed on one thing: Roosevelt.He hadn't attacked yet, and that silence lulled the realm into a dangerous hope.A hope that maybe… just maybe… the demon king had retreated.But today, hope shattered completely.The demons never announced their arrival. They always slipped into realms quietly, creeping out of shadows without warning.Yet this time, the sky itself tore open with the sound of an ominous trumpet.A sound no one had ever heard before—and one that didn't echo over only one pack.Every werewolf, from the smallest cub to the oldest elder, heard it.A united shiver crawled across the entire realm.The war wasn't over.Roosevelt was here.Worst of all, he chose to descend on a pack no one was paying attention to:The White Moon Pack.Draven's territory.The very place Penelop