Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected by Lycan Steven: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

The day I ascended to the title of Alpha, the pack plunged into chaos. Some of them turned rebellious under my leadership. Handling a pack was never an easy task; it was daunting."It's hard," I muttered to myself, staring at the new pile of records on my desk. Killian had become my beta, a choice I made."What do you mean, Nathalie?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes as he gazed at me. "You look tired. Why don't you rest for a while?""No!" I hissed sharply, glaring at him. "I need to complete this today, or else...""Or else what?" he challenged."They're going to be disappointed in me!" I mumbled angrily, punching the desk lightly. "I need my people to see that I am a capable Alpha, but...""Hey, hey, hey. Hush! It's going to be okay!" Killian whispered, approaching me. He pulled me into a hug and suggested I take three deep breaths.Inhale. Exhale.I no longer felt on the verge of a panic attack and thanked him for his support."You shouldn't be too hard on yourself, Nathalie.

As I stood at the altar, amidst a sea of fragrant blooms and under the ethereal glow of the Moon Goddess temple, I couldn't help but think about the past three days.Just three days ago, Steven had asked for my hand in marriage, and now here I was, walking down the aisle in a gown fit for a celestial queen.The gown flowed like moonlight itself, ethereal and enchanting. Made of the finest silk, it shimmered with a subtle silver sheen.The bodice hugged my figure perfectly, accentuating my curves while still allowing me to move with grace and ease.The sweetheart neckline draws attention to my collarbones and shoulders. Off-shoulder sleeves cascaded down my arms, adorned with delicate lace that trailed behind me like wisps of moonlit mist.The skirt billowed out in layers of soft tulle, floating around me like a cloud as I walked down the aisle of the Moon Goddess temple, surrounded by the scent of wildflowersThe past seventy-two hours had been a whirlwind of decision-making, planning

"My apologies, Your Highness Nathalie. But I have done my best," the healer said as he emerged from Steven's room, accompanied by his two nurses. My eyes bulged, my hands shaking as I asked, "Is he... dead?"He looked at me in confusion. "His Highness Steven is not dead, but he isn't in the right state either. We still need to monitor his body from time to time. He needs more rest after being poisoned. Let us know if he wakes up immediately. Now, please excuse us..."I thanked the healer and the rest of his team for their efforts.He is not yet dead.I didn't know how to feel after hearing that news. Part of me was jumping in glee, but another part of me was angry.That night, I slept beside Steven while the beeping of the machine echoed in the room. Lady Sabrina entered and tapped my back. "Your Highness Nathalie, please rest for a while. I'm going to watch over His Highness Steven if you'll let me."I smiled at her. "Thank you, Lady Sabrina. How is our pack?"It had been a day since

As Sylvia stood beside me, her words lingered in the air like a weight, heavy with implications."He's not gonna hear what you say. It's the side effect of the reverse potion," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of concern.I nodded in acknowledgment, absorbing the gravity of the situation."Alright," I replied softly, my gaze flickering to my mother, who stood nearby, her expression a mixture of sorrow and determination."Let him rest. Tomorrow, I promise you that he will wake up in the right state of mind," she assured me, her words carrying a comforting reassurance.With a heavy heart, I bid farewell to Sylvia, grateful for her unwavering support.As I drove her to her house, her words echoed in my mind, each syllable etched into my memory."Remember what I said, Nathalie. Revenge is not always the best solution," she reminded me, her voice filled with maternal wisdom. "What I want for you is to live your life peacefully and in fulfillment. Please, be happy, my daughter. I

As we ascended the winding path leading to the Moon Goddess's Temple, I couldn't shake off the flutter of nerves swirling in my stomach.The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the ancient stones and statues that adorned the sacred ground.Killian walked beside me, his presence is reassuring amidst my turbulent emotions. His hand brushed against mine, offering silent support as we approached the heart of the temple.The air seemed charged with anticipation, as if the very atmosphere held its breath in anticipation of what was to come.As we reached the center of the temple, my heart pounded in my chest like a drumbeat echoing through the night.Killian's steady gaze met mine, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the torches that lined the temple walls.With a solemn expression, Killian drew a small dagger from his belt, its blade shimmering in the moonlight."Give me your hand, please..."I watched in silence as he sliced a shallow cut across my palm, a sing