《Rejected by my Mate, Chosen by his Enemy》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

I woke to pain.Not the dull ache of sleep on a hard surface. This was deep and structural, a wrongness in my chest like something had been pulled out and the wound left open. I tried to breathe through it and couldn't get enough air.The ceiling above me was unfamiliar. Plain white plaster. A single high window letting in grey morning light.The healer's room.Right.I lay still and took inventory. My body felt like a bruise from throat to ribs. My eyes were swollen. My mouth tasted like metal and something medicinal. Someone had removed my borrowed gown and dressed me in a rough cotton shift. The ribbon was gone from my hair.I had collapsed in front of the entire pack.Cole had rejected me in front of the entire pack.I pressed the back of my hand against my mouth and held it there. Humiliation. Grief. Something that wanted to come out as a sound I refused to make. I had collapsed in front of the entire pack. Cole had rejected me in front of the entire pack. I held it all behind my

HaydeeCole's voice cut through the hall."Haydee Raine."My name in his mouth. Two words, and the entire room went still.He stood at the high table with one hand resting on the back of his chair, dark eyes fixed on me. Wine soaked through my uniform. The cold of it had reached my skin. I stood in it and did not move."You will apologize to your Luna," he said, "for your conduct tonight."Pack law. He'd framed it as pack law. A servant's carelessness, a Luna's dignity, an Alpha's duty to maintain order. Every word was correct. Every word was chosen.The room waited.I held his gaze across the candlelit hall, across the silver tableware and the dressed-up pack members and the careful, expectant silence, and I said:"No."Someone inhaled. The sound carried.Cole's expression didn't change. He straightened from the chair, and that small movement alone shifted the atmosphere in the room. Every low-ranking wolf in the hall would have recognized what came next. The ones nearest me took a h

I was not fast enough.I had always known this about myself, in the abstract way you know things you'd rather not examine. My wolf had never fully woken. She was there, somewhere under my skin, trying, scratching for purchase every time my foot hit uneven ground, every time a branch whipped across my face and I stumbled instead of clearing it.She couldn't surface. She never could.So I ran on human legs through a forest I didn't know, and the Silvercrest warriors behind me ran on something older and stronger, and the gap was closing and I knew it and I ran anyway.Because what else do you do? You run. You keep running until you can't.The trees here were different from Silvercrest's managed forest. Older. The roots rose out of the ground in thick, uneven ridges and the undergrowth was dense and I had already gone down once, torn my palm open on a root, pushed myself up without stopping. My lungs burned. My legs had passed pain and arrived somewhere duller, a grinding exhaustion that

HaydeeHunter's study was not what I expected.No weapons mounted on the walls. No symbols of dominance arranged for the benefit of visitors. A large desk, dark wood, stacked with actual paperwork. A map table. Books worn from use rather than arranged for display. The fire here was bigger than the one in the guest room and the chairs facing the desk were, genuinely, comfortable.I sat in one and hated how much I noticed that.Hunter took the chair across from me, not the one behind the desk. Another small deliberate thing that I catalogued and did not yet know what to do with."Nightfall offers you sanctuary," he said. No preamble. "Formal protection, under our pack law. You would be safe here. The Silvercrest warriors who came for you last night have no standing on this territory."I waited."While you're here, you operate under Nightfall law. You answer to the pack's rules. That's the condition."I gazed at him across the space between us.I thought about Cole's voice delivering the

HaydeeOld Fenna did not panic quietly.She said nothing when Hunter drew her aside. She listened to whatever he told her, standing with her leather bag clasped in both hands, and then her gaze found me across the room. An expression I had never seen before crossed her face. Not the professional disapproval she’d brought to my bandaged palm. Something older and less controlled than that.She crossed to me in four steps and took my face in both hands before I could object.Her thumbs pressed below my eyes, pulling the skin down slightly. She stared into them for a long moment. Her hands were cold."Moon's teeth," she said.She released me and turned to Hunter. Whatever she said to him was low and fast and not intended for me, but I caught the word Moonborn and then extinct and then something that sounded like impossible and wasn't delivered as a compliment.Hunter listened without in