The Alpha Who Rejected.의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

“Yes, my lady.”She looked at the woman from her head down to her toe, before settling on the closet seat to the Alpha. “Thank you for having me, my lord.” They shared a quick kiss and she commanded Emilia who watched - waiting for any new command. “Serve us. And don't be slow. I hate slow people.”Nyssa caught up with the table again.In one quick move, she served the Alpha. She always served him first before serving Thalia; a reminder that she belonged to the Alpha and not her - something that made her angry for no just reason. What did she need to do to get rid of her?These and more thoughts rolled in her head. However, they paused when Nyssa caught up with her side of the table with a smile - that smile she hated. “Let me know when it's enough, my lady.” Nyssa mouthed and began to serve.Thalia was lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize until the plate was almost full.“That's enough, dumbhead!” She screamed, pushing Nyssa off from her plate.“Serve me water and leave my sigh

She had never taken human meat before.Not once. Not in The Silvermoon Pack, where meat came from the forest and nowhere else, where the very idea of eating something with a name, a face, a family somewhere still mourning it, would have been unthinkable to anyone raised the way she was raised. Her father never touched it. Her mother never touched it. No one in her bloodline, as far back as she could trace it in the stories she'd been told as a child, had ever touched it.So why should she start now?She had cooked with it before, yes — measured it, seasoned it, handled it with the same careful distance she gave anything she refused to let become part of her, the same way she'd learned to hold her breath and think of something else entirely while her hands worked through the motions of preparing his meals. That was different. That was survival, the way everything else in this pack had become survival. Eating it herself was another matter entirely, one that felt less like obedience and

Thalia woke with a plan already forming behind her eyes.She hadn't slept well — hadn't slept well in weeks, if she was honest with herself — but something about this morning felt different. Sharper. As though the fear that had been circling her for so long had finally found a direction worth running in, instead of simply chasing its own tail through sleepless nights.She thought of her father's words from days before, the way he'd sat beside her on his bed and told her, plainly, patiently, that fear dressed up as certainty was still only fear underneath it all. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps the only way past this feeling was to finally act on it, rather than let it continue circling her like some patient animal waiting for her to tire first.She would try her luck tonight. Not with pleading. Not with tears, or questions about whether he loved her, or any of the small, desperate things she'd tried before that only ever left her feeling more exposed than before she'd asked them. Tonigh

Two weeks.Nyssa sat in the dirt where she'd fallen, chest heaving, arms trembling from the effort of holding herself upright even now that the exercise had ended. Two weeks of running until her lungs burned, of blocking until her forearms bruised, of forming until her body ached in muscles she hadn't known existed before Aella introduced her to them one by one, day after day, without a single morning off between them.And still, after everything, nothing had changed.She was still an Omega wolf. Still the weakest in the rank, still unable to climb a single tree without help, still no closer to whatever strength she'd imagined might rise up in her if she simply worked hard enough for long enough. The Alpha still mocked her without effort, barely glancing her way most mornings. Thalia still looked at her the way one looks at something beneath their notice, something to be stepped over rather than stepped around. Nothing about this training had made her less of what everyone already bel

The meeting hall filled slowly, the way it always did.Elders first, filing in with the particular unhurried dignity of men who had long since stopped needing to prove themselves to anyone in this room. Then the strong men of the pack, the ones who had spent the better part of two months hauling stone and timber under the sun, their arms still carrying the visible proof of the labor even now, weeks after the last block had been set into place. A few of them nodded to each other as they took their seats, low murmurs of conversation dying away as the hour for the meeting finally approached.Zevran waited until they'd settled before speaking, watching the room fill from his place at the head of the table, arms folded, taking stock of who had come and who might still be missing."Long Live The Alpha." The room greeted him as one, heads bowed, the familiar rhythm of it washing over him the way it always did — comfortable, expected, a ritual he no longer needed to think about to perform cor