The Alpha She Threw Away의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 6

Kade POVThe Ascension Hall of Thornvale had not been this full in thirty years.Nine packs had sent their Alphas. The long tables sagged under roasted boar and black bread, and every candle we owned was burning, because I had sold my father's sword to pay for them. Tonight I would be crowned Alpha of Thornvale. Tonight my fated mate would stand beside me and take her place as Luna.No one in that room needed to know the pack treasury held barely enough to feed us through winter.My father had been dead for six months. Alpha Bram Ravenmoor had been loved by his pack and respected by his rivals, and he had hidden a sickness from all of them. It wasn't in his body. It was in his hands, which could not stop reaching for dice. By the time the fever took him, he had wagered away our timber rights, half our grain stores, and the silver plate my mother had brought with her when she married him. I found the debts the night after we burned his body. A drawer full of them, each one signed in his

Wren POVThe Luna of Silvercrest liked her tea at exactly the temperature of blood.Not hotter. Not cooler. I had learned that at fourteen, the first time I brought it to her too warm and she poured the whole pot over my hands to show me what too warm felt like. The scars had faded to pale, shiny patches across my knuckles. I barely noticed them anymore.Celeste noticed them. She noticed everything."You're late," she said, without looking up from her mirror."Forgive me, Luna." I set the tray on her dressing table and kept my eyes down. "The kitchen fires were slow this morning.""The kitchen fires were slow because Alpha Lucian sold the good firewood to the Marsh Pack." She pinched her cheeks, frowning at her reflection. "Not that you'd know anything about that. Pour."I poured. My hands didn't shake. They had stopped shaking years ago.Silvercrest was beautiful from the outside. White stone towers along the river. Silk banners on every balcony. Fountains in the courtyards that used

Wren POVI felt it before I understood it.One moment, I was standing on the cold gravel of a riverbank with forty strange wolves staring at me and Silvercrest's last torch vanishing into the trees. The next, the wind swung around, and something inside me moved.Not my heart. Not my stomach. Something deeper, lower, coiled in a place I hadn't known existed. Like a sleeping animal turning over in the dark.It stretched. It lifted its head.And it spoke.There you are, a voice whispered inside my skull. Soft. Female. Amazed. Oh, there you are.I stopped breathing.Twenty-two years. Six full moons standing alone in the shifting circle. Six years of laughter behind my back, of wolfless and broken and Silvercrest's little mistake. Six years of praying to a Goddess who never answered.And now, on a riverbank at the edge of the world, with my wrists still burning from the rope, there was a voice in my head that wasn't mine.Who are you? I thought, and it felt like shouting into a dark well.