Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha kings rejected Luna : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Alba's POV Blackwood Estate didn’t look like a home. It looked like a fortress. The gates were black iron, 15 feet tall. Guards in black stood at every corner. No one smiled. Rain was still falling when Ares’ SUV pulled up to the front doors. The doors were massive. Wood and steel. And above them, carved in stone, was the same crest from the SUVs. A crown over a wolf’s head. “Welcome to Blackwood Tower,” Ares said. He got out first and held the door for me. I didn’t take his hand this time. I could walk. The jacket he gave me was still on my shoulders. It was too big. The sleeves came past my hands. It smelled like cedar and rain and something uniquely him. Inside was worse. Marble floors. Chandeliers that cost more than my entire packhouse. Servants in black and silver uniforms lined the hall, heads bowed. No one looked at me. Good. I was used to being invisible. Ares walked ahead of me. His back was straight. His hands were in his pockets like he owned the worl

Alba's POVThe dress was a weapon.That’s the only way to describe it. Black silk. Backless. Slit up to my thigh. It hugged every place I didn’t want people to see and hid every bruise I did. The assistant called it "regal." I called it "please don’t let me trip."“Turn around,” Ares said from the doorway. I did. Slowly. He was in a black tux. No tie. Two buttons open at the top. His hair was wet like he’d just showered. His eyes dragged over me. From my heels to my face. And stopped on my mouth. For half a second, his jaw tightened. “Good,” he said. His voice was rough. “You look like a Luna.”“Thanks,” I said. I tugged at the slit. “I feel like I’m about to flash the entire council.”The corner of his mouth lifted. “Then I’ll have to walk close.”He held out his arm. I took it. His arm was solid. Warm. Tonight was the Royal Gala. Every Alpha, every luna, every important wolf in the country would be there. And I had to be on Ares’ arm the whole time. “Rules,” Ares said as

ALBA'S POV They invited me back to my hell. Put my name on the guest list. Put Veronica’s name on the invitation in gold ink, like she deserved it. They wanted to humiliate me. Instead, I walked in on the Alpha King’s arm and burned their whole night to the ground. "Red," Ares said from the doorway. I was staring at the dress on my bed. Not black. Not safe. Blood red. Silk. High in the front, completely bare in the back. Slit up to my hip. It screamed Look at me. It screamed I’m not hiding anymore. The assistant called it "bold." I called it armor. Ares was already in black. He was always in black. Tailored suit, no tie, two buttons open at the top. His hair was still damp from his shower, and it made him look younger. More dangerous. He walked in and stopped. His silver eyes dragged over me. Slow. From my red heels, up the slit, over the bare back, to my face. To my red lips. To the diamond choker at my throat hiding the faint bruises Kieran left at the

ALBA'S POV Dinner at Nightfang. Of all the places. I stood in front of the mirror in a black dress. Not red. Not a weapon this time. Black. Simple. Long sleeves to hide the bruises. High neck. Armor of a different kind. Ares knocked once and walked in. Black suit. Black shirt. No tie. He looked at me and stopped. “Good,” he said. “You look like you don’t care.” “I don’t,” I lied. He came closer. Held out a small box. Inside was a necklace. Thin silver chain. A tiny wolf pendant. “It’s not real silver,” he said. “It won’t burn you. It’s for show.” “Why?” “Because contract Lunas wear jewelry,” he said. Then quieter. “And because I wanted to see it on you.” He clasped it around my neck. His fingers brushed my skin. Warm. “Ready?” he asked. No. “Yes.” --- The car to Nightfang was silent. Ares’ hand rested on my thigh. Not romantic. Grounding. “Rules,” he said. “One. Don’t drink anything. Two. Don’t go anywhere alone. Three. If Kieran touches you

ALBA'S POV The news was everywhere before breakfast. THORN WOLF AWAKENS AT BLOOD MOON ALPHA KING CLAIMS REJECTED HEIR AS LUNA NIGHTFANG UNDER CROWN INVESTIGATION My phone was blowing up. 200+ messages. I didn’t read any of them. Ares was already dressed. Black suit. Black shirt. He looked at me over his coffee. “You look tired.” “I am,” I said. “But I’m okay.” “Good,” he said. He set his cup down. “Because in one hour we’re telling the world this is real.” My stomach dropped. “The contract?” “Is gone,” he said. “I tore it up this morning.” He held out the pieces. Right there on the table. Shredded. My hands shook. “Why?” “Because I meant what I said last night,” he said. “I don’t want to pretend.” --- The council room was packed. 12 alphas. Reporters. Camera drones. And at the back, Kieran. He looked wrecked. Suit wrinkled. Eyes red. Veronica wasn’t here. Ares walked in with me on his arm. Didn’t let go. The head alpha stood. “A