Todos los capítulos de THE ALPHA’S REJECTED BLADE : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

KAIA VELEN POV The warrior's name was Garrett, and he looked like he hadn't slept in a week. We brought him inside the cabin, and Damien poured him water while the messenger gulped it down like he'd been dying of thirst. I watched Damien's hands shake as he poured. Watched the weight settle back onto his shoulders like a physical thing. The letter was long. Multiple pages sealed with the council's mark. Damien read it twice before he looked up. "My father was poisoned," he said quietly. "Slowly. Over weeks. Rafe added something to his food that weakened him. Made him sick. Made him vulnerable." I felt something crack inside me. "That's—" "Medieval," Garrett finished. "That's medieval. But it worked. Your father declined rapidly, Damien. Within three weeks, he couldn't get out of bed. Within four, he was gone." "How did Rafe take the pack?" I asked. "He claimed that you'd corrupted your father with forbidden magic," Garrett said, pulling out a second document. "He said that Kai

KAIA VELEN POV The Blackmoon compound was exactly as I remembered it. That was the worst part. Everything was the same—the stone walls, the training grounds, the mess hall where I'd eaten for six years thinking I belonged here. But it was all different now because I could see what was underneath. I could see the rot. They'd given us quarters in the warrior's wing—a concession to Damien's status, I think. Or maybe it was strategic on Rafe's part. Keep us close. Keep us visible. Let everyone see that the exiled Alpha and his cursed mate had come crawling back. The compound was on high alert. Warriors everywhere. Guards at every entrance. Rafe was taking no chances. Damien had gone to meet with the loyal elders, leaving me in the quarters with instructions to rest. To prepare. To be ready for the full moon. I lasted exactly four hours before I couldn't stand it anymore. The visions the Moon Goddess had shown me wouldn't leave my head. The facility. The females. The dark energy dra

KAIA VELEN POVThe moon temple became our sanctuary.For three days straight, Damien and I worked with the healers to restore the imprisoned females. The ritual had drained so much from them that some of them could barely shift. Their Moonfire was dim, flickering like candles about to go out. But slowly, with salves and old magic and our own power channeled into them, they started to glow again.The young girl—her name was Mira—was the first to recover enough to talk.She sat with me on the steps of the temple on the fourth morning, and her eyes were clearer than they'd been when we found her."How long was I down there?" she asked."Three months," I said. "But you're out now. And you're safe.""Safe," she repeated, like it was a word she didn't quite understand anymore. "What happens now?""Now you heal. You learn to control your Moonfire. And you decide who you want to become."She looked at me, and I saw something shift in her expression. Hope. Real hope."I want to be like you," s

KAIA VELEN POV Iris arrived in the rain. A single rider on a exhausted horse, coming through the pack gates at dusk with her cloak soaked through and her eyes hollow. Damien had warned me she was coming, but nothing could have prepared me for what I felt when I saw her. It was like looking in a mirror from two months ago. The same haunted expression. The same way she held her body like she was expecting to be hit. The same silver scars visible on her wrists where restraints had chafed her skin. I was waiting for her in the moon temple—Damien had asked me to be the one to welcome her, thinking (correctly) that she'd respond better to a female who understood what she'd been through. When she saw me, she flinched. "I'm Kaia," I said, keeping my voice soft. Not threatening. Just present. "You're safe here. No one is going to hurt you." "That's what my father said when he sent me away," Iris replied, and her voice was sharp as broken glass. "Safe. Protected. Exiled. Turns out they

KAIA VELEN POVThe Pure Alliance came at dawn.They didn’t sneak. Didn’t try to ambush. They came across the open field toward our compound in a formation that was meant to intimidate. Eight packs. Warriors dressed in coordinated armor bearing symbols I didn’t recognize. Leaders riding horses at the front like they were coming to a coronation instead of a war.I stood on the compound walls beside Damien, and I could feel him calculating. Assessing. Preparing.“They’re counting on intimidation,” he said quietly. “They think we’ll break just from the sight of them.”“Will we?” I asked.“No,” he said. “Because we have something they don’t. We have a reason to fight that goes beyond territory and pride. We’re fighting for survival. For existence. They’re fighting because they’re afraid.”He raised his hand, and the signal went down the line.Our warriors moved into position.The first clash happened at the compound gates.I watched from the walls as our warriors—a mix of traditio