บททั้งหมดของ Rejected By The Alpha Who Claimed Me : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The wind sliced through the treetops, carrying the bitter scent of ice and smoke. I stood on the northern ridge, overlooking the rogue camp from a distance. Snow fell steadily, covering the ground in a thick blanket that muffled almost every sound, yet somehow made the faint movements in the forest easier to detect.Tarek was beside me, his dark eyes scanning the treeline, alert but calm. Mira crouched slightly, her senses stretched like a taut wire, ears twitching at the slightest rustle. I could feel the tension coiling in the wolves around us. Their bodies pressed close, muscles ready to spring at the first sign of danger. My own wolf beneath my skin thrummed with anticipation, mirroring the restlessness that had been growing inside me all week.“North ridge patrols report movement again,” Tarek murmured, his voice nearly lost to the wind. “Not rogues. Not Red Hollow either.”I narrowed my eyes. “Then who?”The answer didn’t come immediately. The forest seemed almost frozen, every

The forest was eerily silent that night, as though the snow itself had swallowed every sound. Even the wind seemed to hesitate before brushing through the pine branches. I moved slowly along the northern ridge, my boots leaving faint impressions in the frost hardened earth, each step deliberate, measured, and mindful of the wolves patrolling behind me. Tarek followed closely, his eyes scanning the treeline, muscles coiled in readiness, while Mira brought up the rear, her senses sharp, ears twitching at the subtlest disturbances in the snow covered silence.The reports from scouts had grown more urgent over the past two days. Red Hollow had moved with calculated audacity, probing further into neutral territory, seeking weaknesses. Nightfang’s scouts were more aggressive now, their presence deliberate, measuring, and almost mocking in their patience. The tension rippled through the rogue camp, but under my command, the wolves moved with quiet discipline, each aware of their role, their

The forest was still, but the tension thrummed beneath the snow like a living thing. I moved along the ridge above the camp, my boots crunching softly in the frozen undergrowth, eyes scanning the darkened treeline. The snow had grown heavier since nightfall, clinging to every branch, every ridge, masking sound and movement. The rogue camp below was alive with disciplined activity, wolves moving in quiet patterns, signals flashing through subtle gestures, every shift a message. I felt the weight of responsibility settle deeper into my shoulders. Tonight, patience had ended; observation had given us enough insight.Tarek walked silently beside me, eyes sharp, hands lightly resting on the hilt of his dagger. Mira followed behind, her ears twitching, her senses straining. We had watched Red Hollow and Nightfang scouts for days, mapping their routines, predicting their behavior, and calculating the exact moment to act. Every wolf in the camp had been briefed without revealing the full scop

The sun had barely risen above the horizon, but the frost laden forest already hummed with quiet activity. Wolves moved with purpose through the rogue camp, performing tasks with the precision of soldiers under command, yet still carrying the grace and instinct of hunters. I walked among them, cloak brushing against the snow, senses alert to every subtle shift in the environment. The events of the previous night had left their mark, the scouts from Red Hollow had been tested, their confidence shaken, and the rogue camp’s strength had been quietly but unmistakably asserted.Tarek and Mira flanked me as we walked toward the northern edge of the clearing. Patrol reports had already begun arriving: scouts had retreated, cautious now, and whispers of our preparation were spreading among Red Hollow’s networks. It was subtle, but the ripples were already forming.“They’ve changed their approach,” Tarek murmured, his eyes scanning the distant tree line. “Red Hollow is being more careful now.

The forest stretched endlessly around me, a labyrinth of frost coated pines and icy underbrush. The rogue camp had grown quietly, organically, into something far more than a temporary refuge. Wolves that once scavenged independently now moved as one, organized under my guidance, their trust hard-earned through patience, discipline, and small victories. Every routine we established, every patrol I orchestrated, every strategy drilled into their minds made them stronger and made me stronger.I walked along the outer perimeter, snow crunching beneath my boots, hands tucked into the warmth of my cloak. My wolf coiled beneath my skin, muscles flexing at the faintest disturbance in the forest. The bond I shared with Kael pulsed faintly, a distant reminder of unfinished threads that connected us. I did not allow myself to dwell on it, not now. This camp, these wolves, and the network we were building required my full attention.Tarek followed a pace behind me, eyes sharp, scanning every tree