Todos os capítulos de The Alpha's Rejected Secret: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The Alphas and nobles scrambled backward in a sudden panic, clearing a wide circle on the polished marble floor. Nikolai stepped to the outer perimeter, his broad arms crossed over his chest, his sharp golden eyes locked dead on Lord Ironfang and the surrounding guards to ensure no one dared to interfere.Elder Vance stepped into the center of the ring, raising his wooden staff high between us. "By the ancient laws of Mount Voros, this duel ends only by submission, exile, or death. No external magic beyond your inner wolf and true bloodline may be used." He slammed his staff onto the stone floor with a echoing thud. "Begin!"Lucas moved instantly. He exploded forward with terrifying Alpha speed, bringing his heavy broadsword down in a deadly vertical arc aimed straight for my shoulder.Instead of trying to block his brute strength head-on, I ducked beneath his guard, the star-iron blade humming as I sliced across his leather chest armor. Sparking violet light bit deep into his flank,

The morning sun broke over the jagged peaks of the Northern Ridge, washing the ancient stone battlements of the newly reclaimed Crescent Citadel in a soft, amber light. For eighteen years, this fortress had stood under the flag of the Bloodmoon Pack, its halls defined by rigid hierarchy and fear. Now, as banners bearing the silver-and-crimson crescent moon unfurled along the high outer walls, the air felt noticeably different—lighter, clearer, and free of the oppressive Alpha pressure that had long ruled the territory.From the wide stone balcony of the high council chamber, I watched the courtyard below bustling with unprecedented activity. Scullery maids and pack warriors worked side by side with broad-shouldered rogue fighters from the Southern Wastes, clearing the splintered wood and broken glass left behind from the summit's chaos. For the first time in memory, rankless wolves walked through the main gates without keeping their heads bowed in shame."You haven't slept, my Queen,"

The war horns of the Crescent Realm blared from the stone ramparts, their deep, resonant calls echoing through the misty mountain pass. From the high battlements of the citadel, I looked out across the valley. A sea of dark banners surged through the lower tree line—the brutal forces of the Sunken Fang, flanked by Lucas's desperate remnants.Beside me, Prince Nikolai drew his twin daggers, their steel gleaming under the pale dawn light. "They think taking the subterranean passages will give them the element of surprise," he rumbled, a fierce, hungry smile playing on his lips. "They have no idea Captain Torin collapses those tunnels ten minutes ago.""Let them funnel through the main gorge," I said, my voice ringing with cold, absolute authority. "They wanted a war for the Northern Crown. Let us give them their answer."With a flick of my wrist, I drew the Sovereign's Edge. The star-iron blade roared to life, shooting a blinding pillar of violet flame high into the morning sky. Below u

Three weeks after the defeat of the Sunken Fang, the Crescent Citadel was finally settling into a steady, peaceful rhythm. But peace in the Northern Ridge was a fragile thing.I stood in the armory room, strapping leather vambraces over my forearms while Nikolai inspected a fresh supply of iron-tipped arrows. The dawn air carried a biting chill, sharper than usual for this time of season, sweeping down from the eastern peaks of the Whispering Range."The reports came in late last night," Nikolai said, leaning against the weapon rack, his golden eyes fixed on me with a quiet concern. "Captain Torin sent three riders back from Frostfall. It's not a border dispute or rogue skirmish this time."I adjusted the strap on my shoulder sheath, feeling the subtle, comforting hum of the Sovereign's Edge against my back. "What is it?""A sickness," he replied, his brow furrowing. "A strange lethargy. It’s affecting the newly settled rogue families in the eastern valley. The village elders say the

Chapter 18: The Eclipse ProphecyThe forbidden catacombs beneath Mount Voros smelled of damp earth and centuries of untouched dust. Guided by the flickering violet glow of the Sovereign's Edge, Elder Vance led Nikolai and me down a spiraling stone staircase into the deepest archives of the First Kings."It has been over two hundred years since anyone opened the Codex of the Fallen," Vance said, his voice echoing softly against the cavern walls. He stopped before a heavy iron door inscribed with ancient warding runes. Taking a breath, he pressed a drop of my royal blood—collected from a small prick on my finger—against the central lock.The heavy iron tumblers clicked open, and the door swung wide with a low groan.Inside sat a solitary pedestal holding a massive, iron-bound tomb. Vance stepped forward with revered care, brushing away a thick layer of dust before turning the brittle, parchment pages."Here," Vance whispered, gesturing to a full-page illustration painted in dark crimson