All Chapters of I Refused my Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The moon hung high above Moonhaven. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. Lyra stood frozen on the porch, staring at her wrist. The strange silver symbols had disappeared, leaving no trace behind. She slowly touched her skin. Nothing. “Was I imagining it?” she whispered. Before she could think further, Arnold stepped onto the porch. His golden eyes searched her face with concern. “Are you alright?” Lyra forced a small smile. “I think so.” “I heard you cry out.” She hesitated. “My wrist…” She rolled up her sleeve. “It started glowing again.” Arnold’s expression remained calm, though his heart pounded. “What did you see?” “Symbols.” “They spread all the way to my arm.” She looked into his eyes. “Arnold…” “What’s happening to me?” For a long moment, he remained silent. Then he answered carefully. “I don’t know everything yet.” “But I promise you this…” “You are not cursed.” Lyra searched his face. “You sound as if you know more than you’re telling me.” Arnold lo

The first light of dawn spread across Moonhaven. Smoke still rose from several damaged cottages. Villagers worked together, clearing broken wood and tending to the wounded. Despite the attack, no one complained. Instead, they comforted one another with quiet determination. Lyra helped an elderly woman bandage a young boy’s arm. “It’s only a scratch,” the woman assured the child. The boy puffed out his chest. “I wasn’t scared.” Lyra smiled softly. “You’re very brave.” The boy grinned before running back to his friends. Watching him, Lyra’s smile slowly faded. If Arnold hadn’t arrived… If the silver light hadn’t appeared… Would she still be alive? At the center of the village, Karl stood beside Beta Damien as Moonhaven’s warriors watched the newcomers with caution. The Blackwood warriors kept one hand near their weapons. No one trusted the other. Arnold walked into the square, his expression calm. “Alpha Karl.” Karl met his gaze. “Arnold.” For a long moment, silence s

The silver pendant trembled in Lyra’s hand. Its crescent moon wrapped around a royal crown shimmered under the morning sunlight, casting tiny beams of silver across the wooden floor. Arnold stared at it, unable to hide his shock. “No…” He whispered. “It can’t be.” Lyra looked at him with trembling eyes. “You know this pendant?” Arnold slowly nodded. “I’ve only seen it once.” “When I was a child.” He reached out, but stopped just before touching it. “This pendant belonged only to the royal family of Lunaris.” The room fell silent. Lyra shook her head. “That’s impossible.” “I’ve worn it my whole life.” “I thought it was just… an old necklace.” Arnold looked into her frightened eyes. “It isn’t.” “It’s proof of who you are.” Lyra stepped back. “No.” She shook her head repeatedly. “I’m not a princess.” “I’m just a servant.” “I clean floors.” “I wash dishes.” “I’ve never ruled anyone.” Arnold’s voice softened. “That wasn’t your choice.” She looked away. “My p

A crimson shadow spread across the sky. The brilliant morning sun slowly disappeared behind the blood-red eclipse, bathing Moonhaven in an eerie scarlet light. The wind died. Birds fell silent. Even the wolves stopped growling. Every pair of eyes turned toward the cloaked figure standing on the distant cliff. His golden mask reflected the crimson light like polished fire. He laughed again. “You’ve all become far too predictable.” Lucien’s usually calm expression hardened. “It’s him…” Karl shifted back into his human form, his chest rising and falling from the fierce battle. “You know him?” Lucien never took his eyes off the masked man. “I know what he is.” The masked figure spread his arms. “My reputation precedes me.” Victor immediately dropped to one knee. “My Lord.” Every Blood Hunter followed. “My Lord!” Lyra’s heart pounded. So… he’s their master. The masked man lifted the black crystal higher. Dark energy rippled through the battlefield. The Blood Hunter

The battlefield stood frozen. No one moved. No one breathed. Silver light flowed from Lyra’s body like gentle moonbeams, washing over the wounded warriors. A Blackwood wolf who had been unable to stand slowly rose to his feet. The deep gashes across his chest vanished. Another warrior looked at his once-broken arm in disbelief. “It’s… healed.” Around the battlefield, whispers spread like wildfire. “She’s healing them.” “The Princess is healing everyone.” “This is impossible…” Even the Blood Hunters hesitated, staring at Lyra with fear. Malrik’s violet eyes narrowed. “So…” “The Moon Goddess truly chose you.” He tightened his grip on his black sword. “That only makes killing you more important.” Without warning He vanished. “Lyra!” Karl shouted. Malrik appeared directly in front of her. His sword sliced toward her heart. But before the blade could reach her A brilliant silver shield burst into existence. CLANG! The impact sent a wave of energy across the valley