All Chapters of Forsaken by the Alpha King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The cold night air hit Aveline’s face as she stepped out of the Pack Hall, but she barely felt it. Her mind was too numb, her chest too tight to notice the sharp chill that stung her cheeks. She moved with mechanical precision, her feet taking her down the well worn path toward the woods at the edge of the Whispering territory. Each step felt surreal, as if she were moving through a fog, her surroundings hazy and distant.The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting jagged shadows across her path. Aveline’s thoughts spiraled, questions and half formed regrets tangling into knots. How could Killian do this to her? Why hadn’t he come to her first, spoken to her, instead of making his announcement like she was just another member of the pack?Was she ever really his Luna? The thought struck her with a pain sharper than any wound.“Wait!” Hazel’s voice broke through the fog. Aveline stopped, her shoulders tensing involuntarily. She turned slowly, meeting her best friend’s tearfill

Aveline kept her head low as she maneuvered through the dense foliage. The woods were darker than before, the shadows heavier. She moved with purpose, each step calculated to avoid the twigs and dry leaves that could betray her presence. Every sound, every whisper of wind sent her heart racing, but she couldn’t stop. She had to keep moving forward, no matter the fear gnawing at her resolve.As she made her way further into the forest, her thoughts drifted to the years she’d spent within the pack’s embrace. It was once a place of safety, a community that had trusted her and that she had protected. Now, it felt like a distant memory—another life she could no longer claim. Her fingers tightened around the small pack of supplies Hazel had given her, a lifeline to the unknown journey ahead.A branch snapped somewhere behind her. Aveline’s breath caught, and she froze, her senses straining. For several long moments, she listened, her heartbeat roaring in her ears. The darkness seemed to pre

The Northern Highlands were cloaked in a thin veil of fog, the early morning light barely piercing the dense trees. Aveline stirred the embers of last night’s fire, watching as the soft, gray smoke curled upwards. Her twin children were still asleep, curled beneath thick blankets that shielded them from the mountain chill. She had grown accustomed to this silence, to the isolation that offered a fleeting sense of peace—at least on the surface.A snap of twigs startled her, and her hand instinctively went to the knife at her side. But as the figure emerged from the fog, she felt her heart leap into her throat.“Hazel?” Aveline breathed, disbelief lacing her voice.Hazel stepped forward, her face pale and drawn, her breathing labored from the long trek. She glanced around the secluded camp, her eyes lingering momentarily on the sleeping children before she focused on Aveline. “I didn’t think I’d find you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with both exhaustion and urgency.Aveline stoo

The mist parted as Aveline and her children reached the edge of the Dark Forest. Before them lay the border of Whispering Woods, its familiar treeline looming in the distance. The air was heavy with tension, as if the land itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to break the silence.“We’re close,” Hazel murmured, scanning the horizon with wary eyes. Her bow remained drawn, an arrow ready at her fingertips. They had survived the Dark Forest, but the danger was far from over. The territory ahead was forbidden to outsiders, guarded by old magic and even older spirits—remnants of leaders long forgotten by most of the pack.Aveline felt a chill run down her spine, not from the cold, but from the memory of old stories whispered in the hallways of the Pack Hall. This land, known as the Forbidden Territory, was sacred ground—once ruled by the pack’s ancestors, whose spirits were said to still linger, watching over those who crossed into their domain.Her son tugged at her cloak,

Aveline stood at the edge of the clearing, her heart pounding as she gazed at the familiar landscape of Whispering Woods. The forest ahead was both a place of memories and of looming danger. The path before her seemed to ripple with old ghosts, and the weight of her choices settled like a heavy cloak around her shoulders. She had returned, but she knew that coming back was only the beginning. Now comes the real test.Hazel approached, her steps light and cautious. “The scouts reported back,” she said in a low voice, her expression grave. “There’s unrest within the pack. Many are uneasy, but Morgana has tightened her grip. She’s watching everything.”Aveline nodded, the news confirming what she had feared. Her return wasn’t going to be simple, nor would it be welcomed by all. Whispering Woods had changed in her absence. But she wasn’t the only one who had felt the shift—her allies within the pack had felt it too, and they were waiting, watching for a sign that things could be different