Semua Bab Rejected by the Alpha King, Claimed by His Ruthless Rival: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The moment the Moonstone began to hum, I knew something inside me was about to change, whether I was ready or not.My palms were slick where I clenched them against my gown. The silver threads of the ceremonial fabric caught the torchlight as if mocking me. Around me, the Great Hall of Draven Keep glowed in cold crystal light, every shadow watching, every breath waiting. Hundreds of wolves stood shoulder to shoulder beneath the carved stone arches, rank and power thick in the air. Tonight, the Moon Goddess would reveal our mates.My throat closed. I could barely breathe.This was supposed to be the happiest night of my life.And yet… it felt like standing on the edge of a cliff.“Liana Vale.” My name was whispered like a bad omen.I felt the stares again, the Omega girl from the disgraced Vale line. The one whose wolf had never awakened. The one who shouldn’t even be here. I kept my eyes on the marble floor, ignoring the murmurs, the little bursts of poisonous laughter. Their perfume

The silence after Riven’s words was absolute. No one breathed. No one moved. The torches hissed against the tension, as though afraid of what would come next.Kael stood motionless on the dais, his hands clasped behind his back, silver eyes fixed on Riven with thinly veiled fury. The Alpha King’s power rolled through the room in cold waves, pressing on every throat. But even that force, the kind that could crush lesser wolves flat to the ground, couldn’t reach Riven.He stood calmly, dark eyes steady, expression unreadable—as if Kael’s outrage was nothing more than a passing breeze.“Enough games,” Kael said, voice low and dangerous. “You trespass in my hall, challenge my authority, and speak of what is mine.”Riven tilted his head. “Interesting choice of words. Didn’t you just reject her?”A murmur swept through the crowd. Liana’s stomach twisted. The humiliation burned, but the ache had hardened into something colder—something hollow.Kael turned his gaze on her then, the weight of

The full moon clawed its way up through the clouds like a wounded god.Rogue territory breathed around them: wet leaves whispering, shadows pulsing with life that didn’t belong to anything sane. The night itself felt alive, trembling under the weight of the swollen moon. Its pale light poured through the treetops in veins of silver, turning the forest into something cold and sentient.Liana felt it before she saw it—an unnatural pressure against her skin, like invisible hands gripping every inch of her body. Her heart pounded faster, too loud. Her breath came shallow, restless.Riven noticed instantly. He stopped, his eyes flicking up to the moon, then back to her.“What’s happening?” she gasped, clutching her chest. “It feels wrong.”“The full moon amplifies what’s hidden,” he said, voice low, edged in caution. “And what’s hidden inside you... doesn’t want to stay buried.”She tried to speak, but a sharp burst of pain sliced through her ribs, stealing her breath. She stumbled forward

The fire in Kael's chambers had burned down to embers. He hadn't moved in hours. Outside, his commanders waited for orders he hadn't given. None of them knew where his mind had gone. None of them could follow him into the darkness where she lived now.Liana. Her name was a blade between his ribs."You are exiled. Never return." His own words. He had watched her face crumble. Watched the light drain from those silver eyes. And he had done nothing. Because I had no choice.The old excuse tasted like ash.Three days after the exile, Kael stood at his eastern window, staring at the mountains. Somewhere past those peaks, she was there. Alone. Broken. Alive.His wolf snarled inside him. We should find her. She is ours."She is nothing," Kael said aloud. The lie was getting harder to believe.He sent scouts first. Deniable. Expendable. But when the first returned with reports of a small female entering the badlands, Kael gripped the man's shoulder hard enough to leave bruises. "Describe her.

The palace had never felt this quiet. Not even during war councils. Not even in the dead of winter, when snow buried the outer gates and silence swallowed the world.Tonight, it felt wrong.Kael stood by the tall window of his chamber, staring into the black stretch of forest beyond the palace walls. His reflection stared back at him in the glass, unmoving, sharp and controlled.A king. Untouched, unaffected and lie. His jaw tightened. He hadn’t slept. Not for a second. Every time he closed his eyes, something twisted inside his chest. Not pain, he knew pain. This was something else. Something… echoing.He turned abruptly, pacing across the chamber. His boots struck the stone floor in uneven rhythm, too fast, too restless. It shouldn’t be happening. The bond was severed. He had said the words himself. He had felt it break, Clean and Final.So why. A sudden sharp pulse cut through his chest. Kael froze, His breath hitched. For a fraction of a second, something wasn’t his. A flicker, fe