All Chapters of I Rejected My Fated Alpha, Reborn Queen: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

On the afternoon of the seventh day, fine snowflakes began to drift from the sky. The icy grip of winter was closing in on the Silver Moon Territories.Eira, accompanied by Serena, trekked down the muddy trail to the banks of Moon Lake, on the farthest fringes of the Silver Moon Territories. It lay more than a dozen kilometers from Silver Moon’s main city, a place even the clan’s patrol guards refused to venture near. Perched alone on the lake’s edge stood a two-story wooden cottage. Its roof tiles were cracked and missing, its wooden walls faded to a dull, weathered black from years of wind and sun, and most of the glass in its windows had shattered long ago.This was the cottage where Eira’s mother, Irene, had lived before her death. The moment Irene had passed, the clan had abandoned it entirely, leaving it to rot.Serena pushed open the rickety wooden door, and a wave of thick mildew and dust billowed out to meet them.Cough cough cough… Serena waved a hand in front of her face to

On the ninth day, the frigid wind along the fringes of the Silver Moon Territories bit sharper than ever.A black carriage, unmarked by any clan crest, came to a halt at the edge of the woods, a few hundred meters from the cottage on the banks of Moon Lake.Kaelen sat inside the carriage, his fingers restlessly brushing the leather of his trench coat splayed across his thighs. This was the second day in a row he’d come here.He’d concocted a laughably flimsy excuse for himself: to survey the defensive vulnerabilities along the Silver Moon Territories’ border.Bruno sat across from him, watching his Alpha fidget and pace in his seat, and held back a flood of scathing remarks in his head.Surveying defensive vulnerabilities all the way to the doorstep of an abandoned cottage? Even the three-year-old wolf pups back in Black Rock would see through that lie.Ever since he’d watched Eira turn the tables on Lila in the marketplace, and learned the truth behind Lila’s poisoning, a tangled mes

Early morning of the eleventh day.The winding mountain road leading to the Moon Temple was shrouded in a damp, frigid morning mist. Carved into the edge of a precipitous cliff, the path had a sheer, chiseled rock face on its left, and a bottomless, miles-deep chasm yawning open on its right.A plain, unmarked carriage bearing no clan crest rumbled slowly along the uneven stone track, pulled by a colossal earth drake whose heavy claws struck the rock with deep, thudding impacts. The velvet curtains of the carriage were drawn tight, not a single crack of light slipping through.In a concealed cave hollowed into the cliff face above, six men clad in black night garb pressed flat against the frigid stone like geckos. They were elite high-ranking guards, secretly trained by the Silver Moon Clan, each boasting Tier 3 Force Condensation Realm strength. Their leader, a man named Scarface, clutched a heavy poison-coated warbow in his hands.“Boss, you sure the young mistress is really in that

The Grand Elder’s roar ripped away the last shred of the Elder Council’s pretense of decency.For any werewolf, a forced inspection of the wolf core was the ultimate insult, and a potentially fatal act. Forcing high-ranking power into a lower-ranked wolf core would shatter every meridian in the body at best, and cause the victim to explode into a bloody mess on the spot at worst.The Grand Elder had no intention of uncovering the truth. He only wanted to use this as an excuse to cripple Eira, to silence her forever.Four Wardens of the Clan Law drew their longswords, cutting off Eira’s escape from all four directions. The Grand Elder’s gaunt frame shot from the head seat like an arrow loosed from a bow. His clawed hand, thrumming with Tier 6 Royal Realm moonlight power, streaked toward Eira’s left chest, straight for her heart, a shrill howl tearing through the air in its wake.“Die, heretic!” Vera shrieked from where she sprawled on the floor, her nails digging deep into the stone ti

The muddy ground in front of the lakeside cottage was pocked and trampled flat.Thirty ragged girls stood in three neat rows. The frigid wind cut through their thin shoulders, making them shiver. They clutched sharpened wooden sticks in their hands, their knuckles crisscrossed with purple bruises from days of brutal training.Serena stood at the head of the line. She lifted her leather boot and kicked a loose rock hard across the yard.It slammed into a dead tree trunk with a dull thud.“Those bloodsucking old bastards!” Serena snarled through gritted teeth.She’d just come back from the Silver Moon Clan’s quartermaster. The pot-bellied man had slouched in his fur-lined chair, his jowls wobbling as he spoke.“Women belong back with their embroidery needles,” he’d sneered, pointing to a pile of rusted iron bars in the corner. “Take these scraps and play. Don’t hurt yourselves. The clan’s steel swords are for real warriors.”Serena’s hand had been on her dagger hilt the whole time. If s