Rejected By The Weak Alpha, I Became The Lycan Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 19

The dust from the broken wolf-bane arrow settled on the rocky ground. It glimmered like deadly snow in the moonlight. I didn't flinch. I didn't even blink. I slowly turned my head toward the dark crevice in the tall limestone cliffs.A pure black blur solidified into Kaelen Thorne. He emerged from the deep shadows of the cliff. His heavy black leather jacket flapped in the cold wind rushing through the valley. The world was frozen in terror. He moved like a king in his bloody realm. The stench of death didn’t bother him at all. His obsidian eyes, swirling with charcoal smoke, ignored the forty trembling Blood-Trackers. They bypassed Cameron’s pathetic form entirely.His dark, bottomless eyes were locked only on me.He walked slowly across the grass. His dark aura felt heavy, pressing down on the clearing. The other warriors gasped in the heavy air, backing away from him. Kaelen didn’t look at them at all. He walked directly to my side, stopping only when our arms brushed. He stood sho

The morning sun shone softly, a pale gold, as it broke through the mist in Silver Wolf Valley. The air, once heavy with the metallic scent of blood and Cameron's fear, was starting to clear. The scent of wild lavender and pine was returning, a sweet blessing from the land itself.My people were already busy. The warriors Kaelen lent me moved the broken bodies of the Crescent Moon elite. They hauled them toward the boundary, ready for the crows to feast. I watched from the entrance of the main cave as the children emerged, blinking in the bright light. They weren’t hiding anymore. A few of them began to laugh, chasing bright blue butterflies through the tall grass. For the first time in their lives, they didn't have to look over their shoulders for an Alpha’s belt or a bully’s fist.

 My chest heaved. I gasped for air, each breath sharp and painful. The image of my parents’ fading spirits flashed behind my eyelids. I shot up, the cold mud from the riverbank seeping into my hands. My scream echoed against the dark limestone cliffs surrounding the valley. The nightmare didn't feel like a dream. It felt like a warning—a cold whisper from the grave that chilled my blood. "Sera? You’re shaking." The voice was a low, familiar rumble. It usually brought me peace, but now it sent a jolt of terror through my spine. I spun around, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. Kaelen Thorne stood just a few feet away. His large frame was outlined by the silver glow of the moon. He took off his leather jacket. Now, he wore only a t

 The cave air was heavy with ozone and burnt sage. Still, I only noticed the metallic taste of silver and the searing heat from Kaelen’s body. I had carried him back myself, ignoring the protests of my warriors. The fearsome Alpha of the Black Wolves felt as heavy as lead in my arms. His head rested on my shoulder, and his breathing was jagged and wet. Each rasp made my own lungs ache. I laid him on the soft furs of the bed. My hands shook so much that I struggled to unfasten his blood-soaked shirt. His skin turned a sickly, translucent grey. Black veins of silver poison spread like spider webs from his shoulder to his heart. "Kaelen, stay with me," I whispered, my voice cracking. "That’s a royal command, you arrogant wolf. Do you hear me?" Mara, the