《Rejected By The Weak Alpha, I Became The Lycan Queen》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

The charge was a nightmare in motion, a wave of silent, rotting fury that crashed into our perimeter. The cursed villagers of Oakhaven didn’t roar or howl. They moved with a terrifying, mechanical precision, their red eyes burning like embers in the dark. When the first line of Southern undead hit our camp, my warriors met them with the instincts of a hundred battles. Steel clashed against silver, and for a moment, the air filled with the rhythm of combat. But the sound was wrong. There was no sound of blades slicing through muscle, no grunts of pain from our attackers. “Hold the line!” Kaelen roared, his black sword carving a lethal arc through the air. He buried his blade into the chest of a gray-skinned attacker, but the man didn’t flinch. The steel passed through his torso as if he were made of smoke and shadow, leaving a gaping, bloodless hole that didn’t slow his advance. The villager lunged forward, his silver dagger missing Kaelen’s throat by a hair’s breadth.

The messenger’s words hung in the frigid air like a death sentence. I turned back toward the center of the camp, my boots heavy as if the very earth of the South was trying to pull me under. Inside the command tent, the atmosphere was suffocating. When I finished recounting the messenger’s ultimatum, my father’s face went from deathly pale to a deep, thundering purple. “It’s a suicide mission, Seraphina!” he roared, slamming his fist onto the stone-topped map table. “The Supreme Councilor is not a man of his word. He is a butcher who dresses in silk. You step foot in that palace, and you are handing him the keys to the North.” “My sister,” my mother whispered, her voice trembling as she clutched her chest. “Elara… she was always the gentlest of us. If he hurts her…” “He has already hurt her by taking her,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the storm raging in my chest. “And it’s not just Aunt Elara. He threatened the civilians. Thousands of them. If I don’t

The black cloud rising from the valley was not merely smoke — it was a living void that seemed to suck every trace of light and hope from the world. Standing at the high window of the White Palace, my blood turned to ice in my veins. Kaelen was down there. My army, my parents — they were all in the path of that thick darkness. The Supreme Councilor’s laughter was a jagged shard of glass cutting through the roar of the rising wind. The air smelled of ozone and death. I could feel the ground trembling beneath the weight of his arrival. The shadows in the hall seemed to stretch and hunger. He stood by the obsidian table, his white robes billowing like a shroud, looking like a saint while he spoke with a demon’s tongue. “Look at it, Seraphina,” he crooned, his eyes alight with a sickening, religious fervor. “The Ancient Wolf has come personally to kill Kaelen. No one has ever survived a fight with him. By the time the sun rises, your beloved Alpha will be nothing but a memory.” Bes

I stood frozen in the center of the crumbling great hall, my breath trapped in my lungs as dust and small stones rained down around us. My mind completely refused to process what my eyes were seeing. The being standing before me on the ruined marble floor had black hair that fell in the exact same messy waves. He possessed the exact same sharp jawline. He had the exact same broad shoulders. It was Kaelen’s face. It was the face of the man I loved, but warped into something ancient and terrifying. There was no warmth in those black eyes. They were cold, empty voids that stared right through me. Fenrir stepped slowly into the hall. With every measured step he took, the temperature plummeted, and a suffocating, crushing aura emanated from him. It was a physical weight, a dark gravity that forced the breath from my chest. Around the perimeter of the hall, the surviving cursed wolves immediately dropped to the floor. They pressed their snouts into the shattered marble, whining and

The air in the great hall didn’t just turn cold; it became thick, like breathing in liquid ink. Fenrir stood before us, and for the first time, he stopped pretending to be a man with Kaelen’s face. He let his true ancient aura burst forth, a tidal wave of dark power that struck the mountain with the force of a falling star. The White Palace, already fragile, groaned in agony. The very foundations of the peak shuddered, sending tremors down through the stone that I knew were being felt as earthquakes in the valleys below. It was as if the world itself was trying to shake this monster off its back. I gasped, my knees buckling under the sheer weight of his presence. This was the power that had once leveled civilizations, the darkness that had required the gods themselves to intervene.Luna, her small frame looking impossibly fragile against the backdrop of the swirling silver mist, walked toward the stone altar. She didn’t look back at me. Her hands were outstret