Rejected by My Brother's Claws, Chosen by the Alpha King

On the day of the alliance ceremony, my supposed brother, Julian Jacobs, the Beta of the Silver Moon Pack, arrived with a heavily armed force to stop the proceedings.

He claimed he couldn’t bear to see me sent to the New Dawn Pack’s territory, a place he described as harsh and unforgiving, and was willing to risk everything to take me away.

But the moment I stepped out of the ceremonial car, he pressed his claw against my throat, using me as leverage to force my father, Marcellus Reed, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, to step down.

His laughter was wild and triumphant. "Avianna, you’ve been infatuated with me for years. Out of respect for your devotion, I’ll make your end quick when this is over!"

The warriors behind him erupted into mocking laughter.

They all believed I had been hopelessly in love with Julian for over a decade, willing to sacrifice everything for him.

What they didn’t know was that this alliance was nothing more than a carefully laid trap.

......

When Julian took me back to his camp, the faint metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air.

The grand procession that had accompanied me that morning was now reduced to a single, broken figure—me.

Julian’s Gammas glanced at me, their faces already lit with amusement.

"Hahaha, our Beta is truly brilliant. With the Lycan Princess as our hostage, we’ll march straight into the Silver Moon’s council chamber tomorrow!"

"Does the Princess really think our Beta came here to rescue her?"

"Beta, out of respect for her devotion, why not make her your chosen mate once this is all over?"

Their jeers echoed in my ears, but my expression remained unchanged.

Then Julian’s voice, laced with disdain, cut through the noise.

"Take her as my chosen mate? A fallen Lycan Princess? She’s not even worthy of that."

The laughter that followed was deafening.

I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging into my palms.

But I felt no pain.

A year ago, I would have been mortified.

I would have lashed out at them, demanding an explanation from Julian.

But now, I simply looked at him calmly and asked, "Julian, are you using me to threaten my father?"

He seemed momentarily taken aback by my composure, but his sneer quickly returned.

"Princess, you’ve grown wiser in the past year."

With that, he handed me over to the guards and followed his Gammas into the command tent.

He was busy.

Tomorrow was the culmination of his plans.

Even with me as a hostage, his meticulous nature demanded he leave nothing to chance.

I was locked in an empty tent, surrounded by guards.

Just when I thought I would be forgotten for the night, I heard the guards outside greet someone.

"Gamma Veronica!"

I looked up to see a woman in a white dress step inside.

Unlike my disheveled state, she looked as pristine as a lily.

"Veronica greets the Princess," she said with a graceful bow,