《Kneel for Me, My Rejected Mate》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 5 章

"Arwen Frostfang," Alpha Beren's voice echoed off the cold stone of the Obsidian Blood Prison main gate. "You walk out of these iron bars a traitor to the Frostfang Moon Pack."I stared back at my father, my black skin cold under the falling northern snow, my small four-foot-eight frame shivering in thin rags. My wolf inner-spirit was completely shattered, completely paralyzed from the beating two years ago, leaving me moving with a heavy, awkward limp."I did not attack Lady Eowyn Silverclaw," I said, my voice cracking from disuse as I held my breath against the freezing air. "She drove her own silver blade into her flank to frame me, Father.""Do not call me Father," Alpha Beren growled, his golden wolf eyes flashing with absolute disgust. "You destroyed Eowyn’s wolf form so she can never shift under the full moon again, yet your weak, pathetic wolf is still breathing."He tossed an ancient paper scroll onto the frozen mud directly at my feet."The Dravenmoor Crimson Dominion demand

Arwen Frostfang"It was my mistake back then," I whispered, holding my ground despite the icy wind tearing at my thin clothes. "My wolf paid for it. The pack bond was severed, and I served my time in the blood prison. Can you not just let me go and forget you saw me tonight, Prince Thalion?"Thalion Dravenmoor raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a ruthless smirk as he lazily rolled a heavy silver coin across his knuckles."Let you go?" he asked, his dark voice carrying the deadly weight of a high Alpha. "You think two years in the Obsidian Blood Prison writes off your debt? Lady Eowyn’s inner wolf was mutilated. She will never run under the full moon again. You think living as a wolf-less weakling is enough to balance the scales?"My shattered wolf whimpered silently inside my chest. The phantom pain of his strike from two years ago burned through my ribs, making my breath catch.He only cared about Eowyn's lost wolf. He didn't care that his own iron club had fractured my core, l

Arwen FrostfangThinking of my mother’s sacred Luna amulet—the only piece of my true heritage left in the world—my breath hitched. I lowered my head, the bitter cold of the stone eating through my thin clothes. I slowly sank back down onto the frozen ice.My knees hit the ground with a dull crack.Even Lady Cathleen flinched, taking a small step backward. Prince Thalion Dravenmoor stood right behind her, his golden slit-pupil eyes completely empty of mercy as his massive, leather-wrapped forearms remained crossed over his broad chest."Lord Danis, I beg you to forgive my bloodline," I forced out, my voice cracking from the freezing air and the agonizing burn in my paralyzed wolf-core. "Please... forgive me."Before I could finish the ritual words, Cathleen tipped her silver cup, splashing a cold mixture of fermented wolf-liquor directly over my head. "Look at you, Arwen! Two years in the Obsidian dungeon and you're still kneeling like a pathetic dog for him!"I sat frozen on the groun