บททั้งหมดของ Rejected By The Weak Alpha, I Became The Lycan Queen: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The air in the Great Hall of the Crescent Moon Pack was thick with the scent of pine, sweat, and anticipation. It was the night of the Mating Ceremony. Every eighteen-year-old stood in a line, their hearts thumping against their ribs like trapped birds. I stood at the very end of the line. My head was bowed, my oversized, tattered grey hoodie hiding my frame. To everyone here, I was Seraphina, the "charity case." The nameless orphan Omega who scrubbed the floors and ate the leftovers. "Look at her," a girl whispered loudly, giggling. "She actually thinks the Moon Goddess has a mate for her. Who would want a weakling like that?" "Maybe a rogue needs a slave," her friend sneered. I kept my gaze on my worn-out sneakers. My face remained a mask of calm. They didn't know that beneath this drab exterior, my blood was singing. It wasn't the weak pulse of an Omega. It was the roar of a Lycan Queen, the last of a pureblood line slaughtered by the very wolves who now looked down on me. I h

The sound of my transformation wasn’t just bones snapping anymore. It was the sound of a mountain crumbling.The last threads of my tattered grey hoodie shredded into lint, falling away like a useless skin. My body didn’t just grow; it expanded, fueled by a decade of suppressed rage and the raw, ancient magic of the Lycan line.In the center of the Great Hall, where I had been shoved into the dirt and wine, a monster was rising.When the white light finally dimmed, the silence was more terrifying than the roar had been. The dust settled, revealing a creature that shouldn't exist.I was no longer Seraphina the Omega. I was a Lycan wolf, pure and blindingly white. My fur shimmered like crushed diamonds, and my shoulders stood nearly seven feet tall. I wasn't just a wolf; I was a prehistoric beast, twice the size of Alpha Richard’s form and nearly three times the size of Cameron.My paws, tipped with obsidian claws that looked like daggers, cracked the stone floor with every slight movem

Kaelen didn’t move. He stood like a dark statue against the ancient oak, his hands buried in the pockets of his black leather jacket. Behind him, four massive warriors stood in a semi-circle. They didn't smell like the Crescent Moon wolves. Their scent was heavier—like ozone and dark earth."You’re making a mistake, Seraphina," Kaelen said. His voice was a smooth, low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the air between us.I stopped ten feet away. My golden eyes hadn't fully faded back to brown yet. I could feel the heat still radiating from my skin. "My life has been a series of mistakes, Kaelen. Adding one more won't kill me.""It might," he countered. He stepped forward, the moonlight catching the sharp angles of his face. He was devastatingly handsome, but there was a coldness in him that warned of a different kind of danger than Cameron’s petty cruelty. "The Alphas of the Northern Council aren't going to let a pureblood Lycan walk free. You’re a prize, Seraphina. Or a threat. Either

The shadow didn't just move; it dissolved. The man who stepped into the moonlight wasn't a ghost from my childhood. It was him. Kaelen. But he looked different out here in the wild, away from the stifling luxury of the Crescent Moon Pack’s Great Hall. He wore heavy black combat boots and a dark tactical jacket that strained against his broad shoulders. His presence didn't just fill the clearing; it dominated it. The air around him seemed to hum with a dark, predatory energy that made the grass beneath his feet turn brittle. "You," I hissed, my voice vibrating with the Lycan power still simmering in my throat. I didn't lower my guard. My obsidian claws stayed extended, glinting like black glass. "You followed me." Kaelen stopped exactly ten feet away. He didn't shift. He didn't need to. His eyes, usually a deep, unreadable obsidian, were swirling with a dark charcoal smoke. "I didn't follow you, Seraphina," he said. His voice was a low, melodic rumble that sent a traitorous shive

The mist in Silver Wolf Valley was beginning to lift, revealing the raw beauty of the land I now called home. The river sparkled like liquid silver, and the scent of wild lavender filled the air. But I couldn't enjoy the peace. Not with Kaelen Thorne standing five feet away from me, his presence heavy enough to bend the very grass at his feet."You’re staring, Seraphina," Kaelen said, his voice a low vibration that seemed to hum right through my skin.I shifted my gaze from the river to his dark, piercing eyes. "I’m wondering when you’re going to leave. You said your piece last night. You claimed I’m yours. I haven't killed you for it yet, but don't test my patience."Kaelen didn't look bothered. He leaned against a jagged rock, crossing his massive arms. "I don't leave things that are important. And right now, you are the most important thing in this world. Whether you like it or not, we need an alliance.""I don't need anyone," I snapped. I walked past him, my bare feet silent on th