Alle Kapitel von The Alpha Who Rejected Me: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

​ELENA'S POV ​The silver moonlight shone through the windows of the sacred pack hall. It felt heavy, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. ​I was on my knees, staring up at the stage. My cheap dress was torn at the shoulder. Up there stood Kaelen. He looked magnificent and terrifying in his ceremonial furs. He was every bit the Alpha King he had just been crowned. Right beside him stood Lady Tanya, the daughter of the wealthiest Alpha in the north. Her hand was tucked tightly into his arm. ​"Kaelen, please," I whispered. My voice cracked. ​The mating bond between us was thick, golden, and humming with energy. I could feel his heartbeat. I knew the Moon Goddess had made us for each other. ​But Kaelen did not look at me with love. His eyes were as cold as ice. He looked at me like I was dirt on his boots. I was just an omega orphan. A liability. ​"Silence, omega," Kaelen commanded. ​His Alpha aura flared, pressing me flat against the marble floor. I gasped fo

ELENA'S POV Every step I took deeper into the woods felt like a test. The golden bond was shattered, but the silver ring in my palm kept pulsing. It sent a steady stream of dark, obsidian energy into my body, stopping the pain. For nineteen years, the Bloodmoon pack doctors forced me to drink a bitter medicine every single morning. I remembered every morning clearly. The small silver cup placed in front of me. The bitter smell rising from the dark liquid. The way the healers avoided looking into my eyes whenever I asked why my body always felt weaker after taking it. I thought they were helping me survive. I thought my weakness was simply the price of being born without a powerful family behind me. I never imagined my greatest enemy had been quietly living inside my own home, poisoning me one drop at a time. They didn't just steal my future. They stole my chance to know myself. "To stabilize your weak health, Elena," Alpha Richard, Kaelen’s father, used to tell me with a f

​ELENA'S POV ​The grand strategy hall of the Obsidian Fortress was vast and cold. At the center sat a massive obsidian table etched with glowing silver lines that tracked the borders of the Western Territories. ​Alpha King Nikolai stood at the head of the table. He had removed his heavy armor, wearing only a dark tunic that revealed silver tattoos twisting up his arms. He wasn't looking at the map. He was looking at me. ​"You survived your first night without the silver-ash poison," Nikolai observed. "But look at your hands, Elena." ​I looked down at my palms. They were trembling. Beneath my pale skin, the veins along my wrists were dark charcoal, pulsing erratically. Without the daily poison, my true power was expanding, but the Eclipse magic was fighting for dominance, filling the void left by Kaelen’s broken bond. ​"It feels like winter rain and jagged glass," I muttered. "But I can handle it." ​"It isn't the physical pain you need to worry about," Nikolai said. He walke

ELENA'S POV Five years can turn a kingdom to dust. But more importantly, five years can turn a broken girl into a god. Nikolai had originally intended for us to strike the night of Kaelen's first royal gala, to unleash the Broken Fang while the Western Kingdom was drunk on wine. But a true queen does not rush a siege. We chose to let them starve first. For five long years, the Northern Shadow Coalition quietly choked their supply lines, bled their borders, and waited for the perfect moment to strike. Every failed harvest, every missing caravan, every border rebellion had been another invisible thread tightening around Kaelen's throne. He had searched for the enemy behind the attacks, never realizing the girl he had abandoned in the Dead Woods was the one patiently building the noose around his kingdom. Now, the grand ballroom of the High Council Citadel was a sickening sea of gold chandeliers, white marble, and fake smiles. Hundreds of the world’s most powerful Alphas, Lunas, an

ELENA’S POV The high council elders rushed forward, their velvet robes sweeping against the marble floor. Weapons clattered as royal guards drew their silver-tipped blades, forming a frantic semicircle around us. But nobody dared to strike. One wrong move, and the shadow tendril around Kaelen’s throat would snap his neck like a dry twig. "Release him, rogue!" Elder Thaddeus bellowed, his voice shaking with age and indignation. He raised his golden staff of office, pointing it directly at my chest. "You are using illegal, forbidden magic in the sacred halls of the High Council! This is an act of war against the entire Western Territory!" "Let him go, Elena!" Tanya shrieked from the top of the dais. She made no move to help her husband, her eyes darting frantically to the guards. "You are a monster! A lawless abomination!" I didn't look at her. I didn't look at the elders. My silver eyes remained locked onto Kaelen's suffocating face. Kaelen’s hands were still clawing uselessly