Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Rejected Secret: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The scent of dry cedar, heavy incense, and raw ozone filled the Grand Hall of the Bloodmoon Pack. Sunlight filtered through high arched stained-glass windows, casting deep crimson shadows across the polished stone floor. I kept my head down, my back aching as I dragged a frayed rag across the cold marble, scrubbing until my knuckles turned raw and numb in the soapy water.To the rest of the pack, I was just Elora—an orphaned, rankless omega who couldn't even sprout a wolf. For ten years, I had been the invisible ghost of the packhouse, living off bread crusts and sleeping on straw mattresses in the damp sub-basement stables. But behind the plain linen tunic and the faint, jagged scar running down my collarbone was a secret that would get me executed before sunset: I was the last surviving true lineage of the fallen Crescent Clan."Move it, useless omega," a sharp, high-pitched voice barked from above.I scrambled backward on my hands and knees, clutching my sudsy rag as Lady Chloe swe

"Don't touch me!" I yanked myself backward, the rough fabric tearing slightly at the shoulder with a sharp rip.The sudden movement exposed a sliver of my bare collarbone. Lucas froze instantly. His sharp silver eyes locked onto the glowing crimson crescent pulsing beneath my skin like a living flame. The air in the cramped stable turned toxic with his sheer shock, the heavy scent of ozone spiking so hard it burned the back of my throat."That's impossible," Lucas whispered, his voice losing its cold, controlled edge for the first time all night. "The Crescent Clan was completely wiped out eighteen years ago. The Royal Line...""Is standing right in front of you," I hissed, standing up straight despite the dull ache throbbing in my limbs.Now that the truth was out, the dormant royal blood in my veins surged with wild, unbridled fury. I didn't bow my head. I didn't lower my eyes like a submissive servant. For the first time in eighteen long years, I let my true aura flair outward—a br

The word Rogue King hung heavy in the damp night air. Nikolai—Prince of the Southern Wastes—looked like a nightmare dragged out of legend. Even bleeding from a jagged claw wound along his ribs, his broad shoulders and dark, magnetic presence radiated an effortless, terrifying authority that rivaled Alpha Lucas's."You know who I am," I said, my voice tight as I kept my fingers wrapped around the hilt of my rusted hunting dagger."I know the crescent mark glowing on your collarbone," Nikolai corrected smoothly, pushing himself up against the damp stone cliff. He didn't flinch at the sight of my blade. Instead, his piercing gold eyes swept over my frayed linen tunic, taking in my bloodied knuckles and dirty boots. "And I know a runaway when I see one. You smell like Bloodmoon territory... and broken mate bonds."A dull, thrumming ache pierced my chest at the mention of the bond, but I shoved it down, hardening my face. "I don't need your pity, Nikolai.""Good, because I don't give it,"

The sunken stone amphitheater of Shadow Ridge echoed with the sharp clashing of steel, the thud of heavy boots on packed dirt, and the strained, ragged breathing of rogue warriors. Unlike the rigid, formal dueling style taught in the Bloodmoon Pack—where every strike was predictable, padded by ritual, and strictly dictated by rank—rogue combat was brutal, fast, and entirely unforgiving. Down here, there were no referees and no honored rules of engagement; there was only survival."Lower your center of gravity, Elora," Nikolai’s deep baritone rumbled behind me.Before I could adjust my footing, his wooden practice sword swept low, catching my ankle with ruthless precision. The ground rushed up to meet me, and I hit the dirt with a heavy thud, gasping as dust settled over my sweat-slicked skin. My wooden blade clattered uselessly out of my reach across the arena floor."In a real fight, an Alpha King won't pause to let you find your balance," Nikolai said, stepping over me and letting h

The Grand Citadel of the Bloodmoon Pack was draped in banners of crimson and silver, a sickening display of unity for the Northern Coalition. From the shadows of the high gallery balcony overlooking the Great Hall, I pulled my dark velvet cowl over my head, watching the spectacle below.Hundreds of high-ranking Alphas, Betas, and regional elders gathered in formal dress, sipping spiced wine as the ceremonial drums began to hum. At the center of the raised dais stood Alpha Lucas, looking every bit the ruthless monarch in his black dress armor. Beside him stood Lady Chloe, radiating triumph in an extravagant ivory gown encrusted with pearls."They look quite comfortable on a throne built of stolen blood," Prince Nikolai whispered beside me, his golden eyes scanning the perimeter guards. Beneath his dark leather cloak, his broad frame was primed for violence, his hands resting lightly on twin daggers forged in the Southern Wastes."Enjoying the high life before the fall," I replied, my v