Semua Bab Rejected by the Alpha, Chosen by the King: Bab 1 - Bab 5

I had exactly three weaknesses.The first was my mother's chamomile tea on cold mornings. The second was the smell of pine after rain, that deep, earthy scent that made Silvermoon Pack territory feel like the only place in the world. And the third, the one I would never say out loud, not to my best friend, not to the moon herself was Ethan Caldwell.Future Alpha. Golden boy. The most annoyingly handsome man I had ever had the bad luck of growing up around.I was seventeen years and three hundred and sixty four days old, standing at my bedroom window watching him train in the field below , and telling myself I was absolutely not watching him train in the field below.Down in the field, Ethan was sparring with two of my father's senior warriors. Older men, experienced, the kind who had seen everything. He dropped the first one in under five minutes. The second took seven. When it was over he wasn't even breathing hard, just raking a hand through his gold hair and laug

The Voss house was never quiet in the mornings. That was just the nature of living with the Voss family . Someone was always moving, always eating, always training in the backyard or arguing about training in the backyard or loudly recounting something that had happened during training in the backyard. Mornings in this house were chaos and footsteps and the smell of whatever Liane was cooking and Leo's voice carrying through every wall like he had never heard of an indoor voice. But this particular morning was different.This morning everyone was standing in the upstairs hallway outside Elara's bedroom door, and nobody was saying anything above a whisper."Chipmunk." Aldric's voice was low. He had his hand flat against the door. "Chipmunk, please. Just tell me you're okay."Nothing.Not a sound from inside the room. Not movement, not a word, not even the creak of the bed.Aldric looked at Liane. Liane looked back at him with her usual calmness although

Four years later Four years had a way of changing things. Edinburgh didn't feel unfamiliar anymore. It felt like home. I knew which coffee shop opened earliest and which bus to take to campus and which professors actually replied to emails and which ones you had to show up to in person. I knew the best study spots in the library. I knew that the dining hall pasta on Thursdays was good and every other day was not worth trying. I had real friends. Isla had kept her promise of being an aggressively excellent roommate and four years later she was one of my favourite people. We had moved out of the dorms and into a small flat two streets from campus with a kitchen window that had an actual view. She still made tea for everything. I stopped complaining about it about two years ago.I was good. Not pretending to be good. Actually good. The wound was still there if I really pressed on it. I knew that. But it had healed over the way things do when you stop pi