Todos los capítulos de The Alpha Who Rejected Me: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

​ELENA'S POV​The silver moonlight shone through the windows of the sacred pack hall. It felt heavy, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest.​I was on my knees, staring up at the stage. My cheap dress was torn at the shoulder. Up there stood Kaelen. He looked magnificent and terrifying in his ceremonial furs. He was every bit the Alpha King he had just been crowned. Right beside him stood Lady Tanya, the daughter of the wealthiest Alpha in the north. Her hand was tucked tightly into his arm.​"Kaelen, please," I whispered. My voice cracked.​The mating bond between us was thick, golden, and humming with energy. I could feel his heartbeat. I knew the Moon Goddess had made us for each other.​But Kaelen did not look at me with love. His eyes were as cold as ice. He looked at me like I was dirt on his boots. I was just an omega orphan. A liability.​"Silence, omega," Kaelen commanded.​His Alpha aura flared, pressing me flat against the marble floor. I gasped for air. Inside

​ELENA'S POV​The journey through the rifts took hours. The rain turned into a biting sleet that cut like glass.​I walked in the center of my new rogue escort. My feet were numb against the rocks, but I did not stumble. The three outcasts walked with tense caution, guarding me from any hidden dangers.​"The pass narrows ahead, My Luna," the leader, whose name was Boran, muttered. He kept his head bowed, his yellow eyes fixed on the silver light pulsing from my ring. "The mountain guards do not like strangers."​I simply nodded.​The silence in my head was terrifying. The agonizing pain of Kaelen’s rejection was completely gone. It had been replaced by a freezing, absolute void. Every time the dark magic flared to dull my exhaustion, a piece of my humanity felt like it was being scraped away. I felt no fear, no pity, and no joy. To wear the crown of shadows, I had to become as cold as the dark itself.​We cleared the mountain ridge, and the forest suddenly gave way to a massive chasm.

​ELENA'S POV ​The air in the northern rifts didn't just freeze; it cut. ​Winds howled through the narrow black-stone canyons like screams, carrying the sharp scent of sulfur. This was the edge of the world, a labyrinth of deep ravines where the Broken Fang pack had hidden for a century. ​I pulled the heavy, fur-lined cloak Nikolai had given me tighter around my shoulders. My numb fingers gripped the silver blade beneath the fabric. Behind me, the towering Alpha King moved in absolute silence. ​"They are watching us," Nikolai murmured, his deep voice barely carrying over the wind. "Do not look up, Elena. Let them track your scent. Let them taste the silver-ash finally leaving your blood." ​I didn't lift my head. Instead, I focused on the strange, rhythmic thrumming deep within my chest. Without the daily poison, my body was changing fast. The gray, ash-like boundaries that had kept my inner wolf caged for nineteen years were breaking. But freedom came with a terrifying price.

ELENA’S POV The silence in the grand ballroom was suffocating. Hundreds of the world’s most powerful Alphas and Lunas stood completely frozen. Their expensive wine glasses hung mid-air. Their fake smiles were wiped clean away. Every eye was locked onto me. They weren't looking at the weak, disposable omega orphan they had mocked five years ago. They were looking at a living nightmare draped in the burgundy silk of dried blood. Kaelen stood at the bottom of the royal stairs, just ten feet away from me. His chest heaved. The pristine white tunic of his coronation suit was ruined, soaked through with the dark crimson wine he had dropped. His amber eyes were wide, bloodshot, and frantic. "Elena..." Kaelen choked out again. His voice was a trembling whisper that cut through the dead silence of the hall. "It really is you. You're alive." He took another blind step forward. His hand trembled as he reached out toward me, his fingers twitching as if he desperately needed to touch my

ELENA’S POV The Citadel’s private powder room was a quiet sanctuary of gold-leaf mirrors and running water. But the heavy scent of jasmine perfume could not mask the sudden drop in temperature the moment I walked inside. I stood before the marble basin, letting the cold water wash the faint traces of Kaelen’s spilled wine from my fingers. In the reflection of the glass, my silver eyes looked back at me—steady, unyielding, and entirely devoid of the fear that used to define my life. The heavy oak door behind me clicked shut. The lock turned with a sharp, deliberate snap. "You think you’ve won, don't you?" Lady Tanya stepped out from the shadows of the arched entryway. Her golden crown sat slightly crooked on her styled blonde hair, and her chest heaved with an ugly rage. She had shed her fake diplomatic smile, leaving only the cruel, spoiled girl who used to watch the pack guards kick me into the dirt. I didn't turn around. I simply tore a linen towel from the rack and drie