Semua Bab The Rejected Alpha Queen: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Selene’s POV The soft evening breeze swept through the clearing, carrying whispers of the trees, and a chill that seeped into my bones. Despite the warmth of the fading sun, I couldn’t shake the foreboding that had taken root in my chest. Tonight was supposed to be the most important night of my life. The night I’d dreamed of since I was old enough to understand the stories of fated mates and destined bonds. Tonight, I would finally meet my mate—the one chosen by the moon goddess to complete me, to bring my life the meaning and purpose I had been denied all these years. I was standing in the center of the pack’s ceremonial grounds, surrounded by dozens of wolves from both our Blackwood pack and the visiting Silverfangs. Their curious, eager eyes bore into me, their whispers like a knife against my skin. They all knew what this meeting meant—knew that I, Selene Blackwood, was about to be mated to the powerful Alpha Leo of the Silverfang pack. It was supposed to be my redemption

Ronan’s POV The knock at the door came like a gunshot in the quiet night, shattering whatever fragile peace had settled between Selene and me. I caught her startled expression out of the corner of my eye, her wide violet eyes reflecting the same unease creeping up my spine. “Stay here,” I told her, my voice low but firm. She nodded, but I could feel her gaze on me as I moved toward the door. My senses sharpened; every instinct told me this wasn’t a social visit. The door creaked open, and sure enough, there he was—Kael. Of all people, he was the last one I wanted to see tonight. “Ronan,” he drawled, leaning casually against the doorframe. His gray eyes swept past me and into the room, landing squarely on Selene. His smirk deepened, a look I’d come to despise. “Well, well,” Kael said, amusement dripping from every syllable. “You’ve been busy. Didn’t know you were in the business of rescuing damsels.” I stepped fully into the doorway, blocking his view. “She’s not a damsel,

Selene's POV The forest was alive with the whispers of the wind and the soft hum of nature. I stood at the edge of a clearing, the tall pines towering above me, their branches swaying lazily in the breeze. The air smelled of earth and pine, grounding me in a way I hadn’t felt in years. I’d come out here to escape the weight of Ronan’s intense gaze. Being around him stirred something deep and primal within me—something I wasn’t sure how to handle. Every time he looked at me, it felt as though he could see every hidden scar, every fractured piece of my soul. And yet, I wanted him to look. The thought made me uneasy. I’d spent years building walls around my heart, protecting myself from further pain. Letting someone in—especially someone like Ronan—felt dangerous. But wasn’t I already standing on the edge of danger? I closed my eyes, letting the cool breeze caress my skin. My thoughts drifted to the moment we’d shared earlier, the way his deep voice had wrapped around me like a

Ronan’s POV The office felt suffocating despite its expansive design. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the bustling city below, but even the sight of progress and power couldn’t erase the tension gripping me. Hilliard, my ever-efficient secretary, sat across the desk, meticulously jotting down notes. We’d just returned from the boardroom, the echoes of dry presentations and tedious negotiations still lingering in my mind. “Sir, the finalized draft for the Lynton project is ready,” Hilliard said, his voice steady and professional. “Good,” I replied, leaning back in my chair. “Send it to legal for review. I don’t want any surprises later.” Hilliard nodded, but before he could respond, the door to my office opened, and Liam stepped inside. His presence was a stark contrast to Hilliard’s polished demeanor. Liam was all grit and loyalty, a man who thrived in the shadows. “Sir Ronan,” he said, closing the door behind him. His expression was tight, his tone mea

Ronan's POV I pushed open the heavy doors of my mother’s office without knocking. The tension that had been simmering since Selene’s encounter with her earlier was boiling over, and I needed answers. The scent of lavender filled the room, a stark contrast to the steely gaze my mother fixed on me as I stepped inside.“Ronan,” she said sharply, rising from her chair. “What were you thinking bringing that girl into this house?”I frowned, confusion etching itself onto my features. “What are you talking about?” I asked, keeping my tone calm despite the storm brewing inside me.“That girl,” she repeated, her voice laced with disdain. “Do you even know who she is?”I shook my head, feeling a flicker of unease. “What do you mean? She’s just someone who needed help. I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal about this.”My mother sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “The moment I saw her, I felt something… a pull. At first, I couldn’t place it, but then it hit me.” She looked