Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reclaimed Queen: Her Ex-Alpha's Regret : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

I didn't pack everything. To take the clothes Julian had bought me, or the cheap trinkets we had accumulated over three years of domestic pretense, felt like anchoring myself to a corpse. Instead, I stripped off my worn cotton sweater and pulled on a structured black tailored jacket I had hidden in the back of the closet,the only remaining garment from my past life.My fingers lingered over the carved wooden box. Inside lay the Bloodmoon royal seal, an enchanted communicator crystal, and my true identity papers. I tucked the box into a leather satchel, then looked down at my left hand.The silver wedding band was thin, tarnished at the edges, and practically weightless. I slid it off my finger. It made a faint clink sound as I rested it directly on top of Julian’s forgotten tablet,right over the image of him leaning into Lady Sarah’s neck.I could have left then. I could have stepped out into the rain, called my father’s royal guard, and disappeared forever. But a small, stubborn part

The journey north was a quiet, heavy silence. As the black town car glided smoothly over the mountain passes, the dull gray buildings of the Silver Paw Pack faded into the distance, replaced by towering pines, ancient stone aqueducts, and the majestic white peaks of the Bloodmoon territory.I leaned my head against the cool glass window, watching the landscape shift. With every mile we traveled, the crushing weight that had sat on my chest for three years loosened its grip. The reawakened magic coursing through my veins felt like warm sunlight breaking through a long, bitter winter.Yet, beneath the relief lay a stinging thread of grief. I wasn't mourning Julian,he had rendered himself utterly unworthy of a single tear. I was mourning the girl I had been three years ago. The girl who had believed that love could overcome the brutal realities of power, status, and human greed. I had walked away from my birthright for a man who viewed my sacrifice as nothing more than a convenient conve

The carriage ride to the Iron Keep took three days.I spent most of it in silence, watching the mountains change from soft green hills to jagged gray rock. Cassian rode beside the carriage on his black warhorse, never once complaining about the cold, never once asking to stop. He was a man built for hardship, and I found myself studying him through the window more than I wanted to admit.By the time we crossed the final ridge, the sun was setting behind a fortress unlike anything I had seen before.The Iron Keep didn't look like a home. It looked like a warning.Massive black stone walls rose straight out of the mountainside, thick enough to survive a siege, cold enough to survive a war. Torches lined the battlements, their flames whipping violently in the wind. There were no flowers here, no soft gardens like the ones back at the Bloodmoon estate. Just steel, stone, and soldiers."It isn't pretty," Cassian said, riding up beside my window as the gates groaned open. "But it's never fa