Semua Bab The Alpha’s Rejected Omega: Queen of the Ruined Pack: Bab 1 - Bab 8

​The world beyond the Shadow Forest territory was not merely a wilderness; it was a graveyard of broken dreams, a silent witness to the atrocities committed against those who were deemed 'expendable.' The trees here were twisted, their blackened branches reaching out like skeletal fingers clawing at the indifferent night sky, as if trying to pull down the stars to hide the shame of this land.​For hours, I walked. My feet were raw, the soles blistered and bleeding from the sharp, unforgiving stones that littered the path. My body ached with a deep, bone-crushing exhaustion, the kind that usually signals the end—the kind that leads to surrender. But I didn't stop. I couldn't. Every time my resolve flickered, every time the darkness threatened to swallow me whole, I remembered the sight of Kael’s cold, golden eyes. I remembered the way his lips had curled in disgust when he uttered the word "stain," and the sound of Lyra’s shrill, mocking laughter. That memory acted like a lash across m

​The forest was no longer just a place of shadows; it had become my classroom, my gym, and my torture chamber. For three days, Silas had driven me through the most unforgiving terrain of the Northern Ridge. There was no mercy in his eyes, no patience for the girl who had once been a servant. Every time I lagged, every time my breath hitched or my resolve wavered, he was there—not with a helping hand, but with a sharp critique that cut deeper than the freezing winds.​"You are still carrying the weight of your old life," Silas spat, his voice echoing off the granite cliffs as I struggled to scale a sheer rock face. "You walk like you expect an Alpha to catch you if you fall. There is no Alpha here, Ariana. There is only the rock, the gravity, and your own will. If you fall, you die. It’s that simple."​My fingers were raw, the skin torn and bleeding, clutching at jagged slate. I looked down, my head spinning as the ravine yawned beneath me like a hungry mouth. The 'obsidian heat' in my

​The campfires of the Blood Moon outpost flickered out one by one, leaving behind only the gray, acrid scent of smoldering ash. High above them, perched on a rocky outcrop that overlooked the valley, I watched the panic unfold. The collapse of the supply tent had sent their warriors scrambling into the night like headless chickens, shouting orders that meant nothing and hunting shadows that didn't exist.​Silas stepped out from behind a craggy boulder, a faint, approving smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He crossed his arms over his heavy furs, his dark eyes glinting in the pale moonlight.​"You didn't raise a sword, Ariana," Silas remarked, his raspy voice cutting cleanly through the whistling mountain wind. "You simply whispered into the framework of their foundation, and the whole house of cards came tumbling down. Kael's little lapdogs don't even know what hit them."​I didn't smile. The cold, obsidian heat humming beneath my skin had settled into a steady, rhythmic pulse

The heavy, oppressive silence that filled the subterranean cavern was thick enough to choke on. The air tasted of damp stone, old iron, and raw tension. The giant alpha shifter standing right before me—a towering brute whose scarred face had previously worn an expression of absolute contempt and mockery—was now visibly trembling under the crushing gravity of my gaze. Every single pair of eyes in the dimly lit room was locked tightly onto me. There was no trace of the casual cruelty or mocking laughter usually reserved for a stray, unwanted Omega. Instead, the cavern was gripped by a bone-deep dread and a profound, involuntary reverence commanded only by a true sovereign.​Slowly, agonizingly, the big man's knees began to buckle beneath him. He couldn't fight it. With a dull, heavy thud, he dropped straight to the hard stone floor, his head bowing low as the ancient, primal instinct of submission forced his proud body to yield. And right behind him, one by one, the rest of the outcasts