Beranda / Werewolf / Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Lycan king / Bab 61 - Bab 70

Semua Bab Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Lycan king : Bab 61 - Bab 70

71 Bab

The great battle

ZARIA'S POV The sudden shift in the valley air was immediate, heavy, and deafening. As the mountain wind scattered the loose ledger pages across the dew-covered grass, the aggressive, unified roar of the rogue mercenaries collapsed into a chaotic wave of shouting, cursing, and panicked confusion. The heavy front lines of the Bloodmoon army fractured completely right down the middle, the disciplined rows disintegrating into a sea of turning heads and raised voices. Mercenary captains shoved past their own lieutenants without a second thought, aggressively snatching the ink-stained documents out of the damp dirt and scanning the catastrophic numbers with wide, enraged eyes."The vaults are empty!" one of the largest mercenary warlords bellowed, his voice booming across the quiet valley before he threw his heavy battleaxe into the earth with a resounding thud. "They brought us here to fight for dust and air! There is no gold! There never was any gold!"More than half of the mercenary c

Baca selengkapnya

Who is his choice?

ZARIA'S POVThe sharp, dry snap of heavy padlocks opening cut through the dead silence that had settled across the High Council Pavilion.At a curt gesture from Cassian, two towering Shadowpelt dungeon guards stepped forward, their thick iron keys grinding into the heavy locks binding Garrick’s wrists and ankles. The heavy chains hit the dew-dampened gravel with a muted, metallic clatter that felt heavier than thunder.Deprived of the iron keeping him upright, Garrick stumbled forward. His knees gave out for a fraction of a second, his boots skidding across the slippery grass before he managed to catch his balance. He stayed there for a moment, bent double, hands resting on his thighs as he drew in ragged, wet breaths of cold mountain air.He looked nothing like the proud, imposing Alpha who had once stood at the head of the Crestfall Pack, nor the man who had stood at the altar beside Cynthia just months ago. The fine silk tunic he wore was torn at the seams, stained dark with rust a

Baca selengkapnya

The Alpha is dead!

ZARIA'S POVThe sharp, dry snap of Garrick leveling his broadsword at Cynthia’s chest sent an icy shockwave through the High Council Pavilion.For a second, nobody moved. The wind seemed to freeze in the valley grass, and even the rogue mercenaries along the western ridge went completely quiet. Cynthia stood at the point of Garrick’s blade, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide and unblinking. The absolute conviction in his green eyes shattered whatever fragile illusion she had been clinging to. The man who had abandoned his own pack, broken his vows, and sacrificed his honor for her had just turned his steel against her chest.An ugly, twisted expression filled Cynthia’s face. The polished, golden image of the Bloodmoon Luna melted away entirely, leaving behind a raw, feral desperation."You worthless, ungrateful coward!" Cynthia shrieked. Her voice cracked, degenerating into a harsh, ragged scream that echoed off the stone cliffs behind them. "After everything I gave you! After eve

Baca selengkapnya

All over?

AUTHOR'S POVThe final, violent snap of the mate bond tore through Zaria’s chest in absolute silence, leaving behind a cold, hollow stillness where an ancient ghost had lived for years.She stayed on her knees in the damp grass for a long moment, watching the last faint trace of light fade from Garrick’s open green eyes. There were no tears in her eyes, no sudden wave of grief breaking through her features. The girl who would have broken down over his death had died months ago in the freezing mountain snow. Very slowly, Zaria loosened her grip on his shoulders and let his heavy frame rest against the dark soil of the valley floor.She stood up, smoothing down the front of her canvas coat with steady, deliberate movements. Her silver-gray eyes swept across the field, completely devoid of warmth or pity.A few feet away, Cynthia remained crumpled on her knees in the dirt. Her hands were caked in mud and dark blood, her gold headpiece knocked askew as she stared blankly at the body of th

Baca selengkapnya

Could it be true?

AUTHOR'S POVThe victory feast down in the lower halls of the Shadowpelt Palace was loud enough to vibrate through the stone floorboards. Even from the far end of the upper residential corridor, Zaria could hear the muffled thunder of Lycan warriors roaring with laughter, the heavy clinking of pewter tankards, and the scraping of benches across flagstones. Down below, the North was celebrating. The Bloodmoon coalition had collapsed, the rogue mercenaries had scattered into the western wastes, and the border was secure without a single drop of northern blood spilled.Zaria had bypassed the grand hall entirely when the carriages arrived at the courtyard. While the rest of the vanguard headed toward the food and wine, she walked straight up the winding staircases to her private quarters in the guest wing. She politely turned down two separate servants who had been sent to invite her down, slipped inside her room, and drew the heavy brass bolt across the oak door.She didn't light the scon

Baca selengkapnya

Sorrows and pain

ZARIA'S POV The formal wax seal of the Bloodmoon Pack lay broken on my writing desk, its dark red wax shattered into small, jagged flakes that looked almost like dried blood scattered across the wood.Maya stood over by the heavy oak door, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her jaw set in a rigid, protective line that showed she was ready to turn away anyone who tried to intrude. Across from me, my mother, Luna Selene, sat quietly on the velvet settee near the fireplace. Her hands were clasped tightly together in her lap, her knuckles pale, her eyes staring silently at the parchment unrolled between us. The official stamp of the High Council sat at the bottom of the page, confirming the dark news that Lucius’s scouts had discovered in the pine woods at dawn.Alpha Rowan was dead. The man who had ruled our pack with an iron fist for decades, who had bartered my future away as if I were nothing more than a stray animal, and who had left me to die alone in the freezing northern s

Baca selengkapnya

A little softer

ZARIA'S POV The air inside the glass greenhouse was warm and damp, smelling heavily of moist dirt, blooming jasmine, and cedar wood. Moonlight washed through the tall glass panels above, throwing silver, crisscrossing shadows over the cobblestone path under our feet.Beside me, Cassian adjusted his stride to match mine. The space between us felt charged, full of a quiet longing that made my pulse jump, but held back by a firm boundary neither of us moved to cross. The only sound in the vast glass room was the soft rustle of my heavy wool skirt and the faint crunch of gravel beneath his leather boots.He didn't launch into grand speeches or plead for a fresh start. He didn't offer cheap excuses for the choices he had made in the past or try to gloss over the scars I still carried. Instead, as we walked deeper into the warmth of the greenhouse, Cassian spoke in a quiet, grounded voice, keeping his words straightforward and measured."The High Council finished setting up the arrangement

Baca selengkapnya

The execution

ZARIA'S POV The grand High Council Hall was filled to absolute capacity. Every stone tier rising toward the vaulted ceiling was packed with Alphas, Lunas, elders, and high-ranking generals from every major pack across the continent. The low hum of overlapping conversations bounced off the massive marble pillars, creating a dense, electric noise that made the air feel heavy.Down in the sunken pit at the center of the room stood Cynthia.She was bound in heavy anti-magic iron chains that clanked harshly against the flagstones every time she shifted her weight. The dark metal ran from her wrists down to heavy cuffs around her ankles, completely suppressing her inner wolf. The polished, flawless image she had spent years building had completely vanished. Her golden silk robes were stained with dark mud and dried blood from the battlefield. Her blonde hair hung in matted, unwashed clumps around her face, and her dark-rimmed eyes darted frantically across the gallery like a cornered anima

Baca selengkapnya

Her wolf is alive

ZARIA'S POV The heavy iron doors of the High Council Hall had barely clicked shut behind me before I made my way straight back to my private quarters in the guest wing. The echoing shouts of the gallery and the rhythmic clanking of Cynthia’s chains still buzzed in my ears, but I didn't allow myself to sit down. My hands were already busy, folding dark wool skirts, packing my coats, and securing the leather straps on my travel satchels.With Alpha Rowan dead and Cynthia dragged away to the obsidian mines, the Bloodmoon Pack was in complete political collapse. I needed to return to the southern border—not to reclaim a title I had long since discarded, but to oversee the transition of power and ensure the innocent wolves and low-ranking families were protected from opportunistic neighbors.I didn't need anybody to tell me that the pack was about to be thrown into a frenzy of political chaos and struggles. It's going to be another bloodbath for the throne even though none of them is qual

Baca selengkapnya

Goodbye to Shadowpelt

ZARIA'S POV The rain began as a dull, steady drizzle over the Shadowpelt courtyard, turning the dark cobblestones slick and reflective under the gray afternoon sky. The horses harnessed to the royal black travel carriage tossed their heads nervously, their wet breath rising in thick, white clouds against the autumn chill.I made my way down the wide stone steps, one hand steadying my skirts while the fingers of my other hand sub-consciously checked the heavy leather pouch tucked safely into the inner lining of my woolen coat. Inside were the six precious bottles of tincture Helen had given me—the bitter herbs that would finally purge the lingering nightshade venom from my blood and wake my sleeping wolf. I had a clear purpose now, a path toward healing my own soul, but as my foot hit the flat stones at the bottom of the staircase, a tall figure moved sharply into my path, cutting off my line to the open carriage door.Cassian stood there, blocking my way.His dark leather riding coat

Baca selengkapnya

Sebelumnya

...

3 4 5 6 7 8

Selanjutnya

Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi