Semua Bab If The Alpha Won't Have Me His Enemy Will: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Chapter 1 – Broken Oath, Savage ReignVesper’s POVThe scent of crushed pine needles and fresh silver-bloom filled the Sacred Den.Around the stone amphitheater, hundreds of wolves from the Bloodmoon Pack stood shoulder to shoulder, their golden eyes reflecting the full moon burning directly overhead. Their quiet rumbles of excitement vibrated through the ground, shaking the soles of my bare feet.I stood at the blood-stone altar, wrapped in woven white silk, my wrist burning with the faint, warm pulse of a preliminary mate-mark.In less than a minute, Alpha Kaelen of the Bloodmoon Pack—the most ruthless warrior in the southern territories—would bite into my shoulder, seal our bond, and make me his Luna.My voice would unite our territories.My oath would secure our pack's future.And I would finally step out from the long, suffocating shadow of my half-sister, Sienna."Vesper Vale," the Pack Elder growled, his voice deep and echoing against the cavern walls. "Step forward and offer y

Vesper’s POVThe silence of the abandoned Sacred Den didn't feel like defeat. It felt like cold air rushing into a room that had been suffocatingly crowded for three years.I didn't rush up the grand marble staircase to the upper gallery. I moved slowly, the bare soles of my feet treading across the crushed jasmine blossoms and the discarded silver petals scattered over the cold stone. I unlaced the heavy silk sleeves of my ceremony dress as I walked, letting the white fabric drop behind me like a shed skin.High above, sitting lazily on the dark mahogany balustrade of the balcony, King Lucian watched every move.He didn't wear ceremonial silk or polished silver armor like the southern Alphas who spent their lives preening for courtiers. He wore heavy, weathered leather and iron-studded pauldrons scored with deep, old claws—trophies from beasts in the Northern Savage Wastes that would make Kaelen's enforcers faint. His dark hair was tied back loosely, and his eyes—a terrifying, unholy

"Shut up, Robert!" Kaelen barked, throwing his hand up to cut the old man off before another useless warning could leave his lips. "I don't give a damn about your old legends or your council politics! Vesper is mine. She has been mine for three years, and she isn't going anywhere!"Elder Robert opened his mouth, his face pale with horror as he tried to speak again. "Kaelen, listen to me—""I said shut up!" Kaelen’s voice thundered off the high arches, his Alpha aura flaring so violently that the councilors behind Robert staggered back, clutching their chests.Kaelen didn't wait to hear another word. He turned his back on the cold, dark altar and stormed out of the Sacred Den, his heavy leather boots pounding against the stone floor.He was done listening. Everyone in this pack was panicking over nothing.Vesper was angry, sure. She had a right to be annoyed that he stepped away from the altar for twenty minutes. But this whole routine—cutting the link, signing land reclamation papers,