บททั้งหมดของ HE REJECTED ME, SO I TOOK HIS CROWN: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 89

VALERIA.Sunlight sliced through the soaring stained-glass windows of the grand assembly hall, casting jagged beams of gold across marble floors that still bore the faint, stubborn scuff marks of yesterday’s bloodshed.Hundreds of pack nobles, military captains, and high-ranking council members crammed into the vaulted chamber. The air was thick with tension, heavy perfumes, and the sharp, anxious metallic scent of a hundred pacing wolves.I stood elevated on the royal dais, dressed in the formal sovereign attire of the Blood Moon Pack—a sleek, obsidian-black tunic reinforced with lightweight shoulder plates and intricate blood-red embroidery threading along the collar. The twin broadswords that had carved through Malachi’s loyalists were absent from my belt today, replaced by the heavy silver ceremonial seal of the ruling house.To my left stood my father. Alpha Evander leaned his weight onto a carved oak cane, his pale face lined with exhaustion, but his golden irises burned clear a

VALERIA.The second Silas uttered the word Deadlands, the diplomat inside me died on the spot.I wasn't going to sit around this gilded palace waiting for Elara and Thorne to regroup, recruit, and launch a counter-offensive. I wasn't going to play defensive chess with traitors who had mistaken my mercy for weakness.I shoved my chair back from the mahogany strategy table so hard the legs screech-slammed against the marble floor. My jaw locked, my hyper-independent survival instincts kicking into overdrive.I turned to Silas, my voice slicing through the room like a freshly honed blade.“Activate the Shadow Court mercenaries immediately. Rally the elite Blood Moon trackers and prep our Vanguard strike units. We’re going to war.”“Consider it done, Alpha Valeria,” Silas barked without a millisecond of hesitation.He spun on his heel and sprinted down the corridor, calling out orders to sound the courtyard battle horns.

KAELEN.My heavy steel boots gouged the polished marble of the war room floor as I paced, every fiber of muscle in my back vibrating like a snapped wire.The suffocating, copper reek of those two severed heads was still trapped in the back of my throat. My blood was boiling so hot I could feel my pulse hammering against my temples like a war drum.“Who the fuck does he think he is?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous as it bounced off the stone walls. “Who gave that mountain rat the audacity to dump butchered heads on my doorstep? Who gave him the right to declare war on my fated mate?”Valeria paced the opposite side of the table, her boots clicking in a relentless, calculated rhythm. Her arms were folded tightly across her armored chest, her pale face stripped of any emotion, but her silver eyes were razor-sharp—reflecting the exact same lethal fire burning in my gut.My lead tactical general stepped back from the mahogany table, his

VALERIA.The northern wind whipped across the high stone balcony, snapping the heavy obsidian and blood-red war banners like gunshots in the courtyard below.Silas’s combat boots scuffed to a halt under the stone archway behind us.“Alpha Valeria. Supreme Alpha Kaelen,” Silas reported, his voice crisp and sharp over the roar of idling engines down in the yard. “The armies are fully geared, loaded into the iron transports, and locked in. We’re ready to roll.”I turned my head toward Kaelen, my silver eyes tracing the hard, ruthless set of his jaw.“Are you ready for this?”Kaelen’s golden irises burned with a slow, terrifying hellfire.“I was born ready, my Queen. Let’s go kill some mountain rats.”We turned in unison, our armored shoulders brushing as we marched down the spiraling stone staircase, our boots striking the steps in a heavy, synchronized cadence until we emerged onto the elevated command dais overlo

VALERIA.“Attack!” Commander Simon’s roar ripped through the canyon, drowning out the rumble of the earth as the ridge above us cracked open.The cliffside exploded into motion.Thousands of Rogue mercenaries—a screaming, chaotic avalanche of spiked iron, filthy leather, and yellowed fangs—poured down the vertical slate like a landslide of meat and blades.“Time to go to work,” I breathed, the eerie calm of the battlefield settling over my pulse.I reached over my shoulders and drew my twin silver broadswords, the razor-sharp metal singing a deadly, metallic hum as it cleared the scabbards.The collision was instantaneous—a deafening, bone-shattering crash of steel, claws, and sheer kinetic violence.Beside me, Kaelen’s aura shifted from a heavy, protective shield into pure, unadulterated slaughter.“Let’s show these bastards what happens when they cross the Vanguard!” he growled.His voice dropped into