All Chapters of The Rejected Lycan Princess: Four Alphas Want Me Back : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SILVERI woke up with a smile, even though my entire body ached. An overwhelming sense of warmth flooded my veins—a fleeting moment of peace that lasted for only a minute before giving way to cold, mounting rage. The memory of last night’s attack was still far too fresh in my mind. The disrespect. The sheer audacity.It wasn't just a basic ambush; those attackers had been using heavy crossbows, using poisoned bolts meant for a quick execution.My fists clenched against the bedsheets.Killing my parents wasn't enough for them. Enslaving my people wasn't enough. They couldn't just enjoy their stolen power—they were still coming after me.I let out a low sigh, pushed myself off the bed, and made my way to the washroom. It took me half an hour to freshen up and change into a simple, flexible dark dress. I pulled my hair back into a tight ponytail, and as I stepped out into the living area, the savory aroma of hot food drifted into my nose. My lips twitched into a small smile at the sight

SILVERWe spent the entire afternoon planning our next move. If we wanted to strike, we had to be quick. We had the momentum now; everything we had brought to the tactical table had worked seamlessly. But despite securing the two border packs, we were still flushing out hidden traitors. Enemies were watching from the shadows, waiting and scheming.I let out a heavy sigh, rubbing my thumb against my aching temple.I leaned back into the window alcove, my gaze fixed on the moon outside. It hung full and silver in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the world. It felt as if the realm was waiting for something to shatter—a fragile peace I was all too aware of."Lost in thought?"I started, my hand instinctively dropping to the dagger strapped at my thigh, stopping only at the hilt. I blinked as I met the gaze of the intruder—amused sky-blue eyes, a lazy grin, and a posture that screamed effortless danger.Darian.He hopped up onto the wide stone sill, sitting opposite me with one knee

SILVERThe warm morning air kissed my skin, carrying with it the soft, golden light of dawn. I strolled through the pack getting out a small, quiet sigh at the view Darian strolled casually beside me. Watching him move with such effortless, lethal charm made me think that perhaps we should continue taking trips like this even after I officially ascended the throne.I shook my head, a subtle smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.The market was vibrant and alive, packed tightly with bustling crowds. I hadn't personally managed much of the pack's daily affairs yet, but I couldn't afford to remain detached from my people any longer. The better I understood the park, the harder it would be for my enemies to shatter what belonged to me. I needed to see for myself that no deep-seated discontent was brewing among the lower castes. Once the people were firmly on our side, I would turn my full focus toward bringing this entire kingdom back to its former glory."Aren't you afraid someone will

SILVER"We will be attacked," Elias said quietly as we reviewed the final stage of our plan before leaving.I paused, turning my head slowly to fix him with a steady look. "Why do you say that?""They are ruthless," Elias replied, his brow furrowed. "They'll try to crush you before you ever step foot into their territory."I thinned my lips, leaning back against the backrest of my chair. "That could be true... but it's a gamble they'll have to take.""We might lose.""He won't attack us yet," I said, my voice flat and unyielding. "After the meeting, maybe. But before? I doubt it. Men like him don't just want to be at the top—they want to see whoever dared to threaten their power brought low first. They want to crush them into dust with their own hands." I tapped my knuckles against the heavy ledger detailing their war affairs. "This is more than enough proof.""It could still be a death trap.""Then we need to make sure we aren't the ones dying."Elias went quiet for a moment, weighin

SILVERRumors rolled through the crowd like thick, ambient smoke. Every single person had something to say, a side of a story that begged to be heard, and as I walked through the busy market, their whispered theories drifted past my ears.It felt completely unreal. For once, I wasn't the tragic wolf they were gossiping about, nor was I the girl they cast pitying, secretive side-glances at. For the first time in my life, I was the one pulling the strings of the narrative, steering the whispers just enough to spark the exact kind of outrage we needed.I breathed in deeply, inhaling the warm midday air scented with roasted nuts and fresh spices. My gaze shifted to Ronan, who was walking beside me looking as though he were actively contemplating obliterating the entire street market.I reached out, gently tugging at his thick leather sleeve. "You're going to scare everyone away.""That is not why they are staring," he replied, his deep voice carrying a gravelly edge.My eyebrows furrowed.