Rejected Then Desired: The Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 4: Severing Fate

s night descended, the ceremonial square blazed with the light of bonfires and torches, casting a radiant glow over the surroundings. Lucian stood tall and imposing, his black-silver armor gleaming under the silver-white moonlight, exuding an unparalleled aura of authority. Vivienne, adorned in a pure white ceremonial robe, had golden braids brushing against her chest, her eyes shimmering with anticipation and nervousness. Between them, a pale golden light of a soul bond flowed gently, intertwining in the air like chains of destiny. The clanspeople watched in breathless silence, the entire space permeated with a solemn yet tense atmosphere.

Suddenly, a voice as cold as frost pierced the silence, drawing everyone's gaze: Selene stepped forward, her black hair flowing like the night, eyes gleaming with a chilling light. Without hesitation, she stood before Lucian and declared coldly, "The chain of fate—I have severed it." Her voice was clear and fearless, as if announcing an unshakable truth.

This declaration struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving everyone's ears ringing. Vivienne's expression changed dramatically as she questioned in astonishment, "What... what are you saying? Selene, what power did you use to dare interfere with our ceremony?" Her gaze was filled with anger and disbelief, trying to regain the last semblance of balance.

Selene nodded slightly, her dark pupils unwavering. She let out a cold laugh, "Yes, through the ritual of the dark witch, I have severed the chain of fate between us. I am no longer controlled by the Alpha soul link, nor am I a passive lamb." Her tone was icy, each word cutting like a blade. The surroundings fell into utter silence, as if the world itself held its breath.

Vivienne sneered, "Hmph, tricks and schemes! You, a discarded girl, think you can stand on equal footing with us? No one can sever the chain of fate!" She scoffed, raising her voice dismissively, though a look of astonishment had already appeared on her face.

Selene's gaze sharpened as she took a step forward, standing tall without fear. A cold vortex of spiritual energy began to gather around her, rising like a ghostly mist in the dark night. She looked directly at Lucian, slowly extending her palm as a pale light flowed from her fingers, forming an invisible field of mental power.

"Watch closely," Selene said coldly, her voice like a whisper from the depths of an icy cellar, or the howling wind of a frozen wasteland. With her murmured incantation, a powerful mental force surged from her, enveloping the charging Lucian like a tidal wave. His wolf instincts were forcibly suppressed; he roared but was blocked by the invisible force, struggling to breathe. In an instant, his pupils turned crimson, wolf ears stood erect, and his entire wolf soul seemed ready to break free from its constraints. Lucian suddenly knelt, his forehead nearly touching the ground, chest heaving violently. His voice was hoarse and low, as if squeezed from a beast's throat: "Selene... you... this is..."

His limbs refused to obey, the wolf soul restless and ferocious, golden eyes flashing with pain. Deep in his mind, he felt an irresistible force binding him like chains. His heart surged with anger, regret, and longing—the bond between him and the girl who once tried to keep him had been ruthlessly severed! Lucian suddenly felt ashamed, his conflicted emotions swirling in his chest, a hoarse wolf howl escaping his throat.

"Impossible... Selene..." his voice trembled, his gaze chaotic and confused. Vivienne was also stunned by the scene before her, her delicate body trembling: "This is... an illusion!" She covered her ears, as if every word from Selene struck her heart like a heavy hammer.

Other clanspeople stepped back, the air filled with coldness and despair. The elders also showed signs of doubt, no longer as arrogant and confident as before. Selene remained standing, her black cloak swirling around her like a queen in the winter night. She looked around, her gaze sweeping over everyone, and said coldly, "From now on, no one can hold me in their palm or drive me by fate."

Selene's lips curled slightly, a frosty smile flashing across her face before quickly returning to coldness.

With that, she leaped lightly into the air and disappeared. Moonlight streamed through her long hair, illuminating the coldness and determination on her face. Lucian struggled to lift his head, staring fixedly at the silhouette receding into the sky, his chest rising and falling, the wolf soul within him roaring in anger and sorrow.

The entire scene fell silent, only the gentle rustling of wind through the treetops remained, as if even the night sky held its breath. Selene turned her back to the crowd, walking away with firm steps into the moonlight. At this moment, the once-perceived weak image of a discarded girl completely collapsed, replaced by a cold queen who no longer shed tears. Selene stepped into the night, each of her steps leaving a deep imprint on everyone's hearts—the former contempt and pity all turned into silent silence at this moment.

The crowd remained immersed in shock, only Selene's departing figure remained. Lucian clenched his fists, silently vowing in his heart: she would not leave just like that.

His fists tightened, knuckles turning white. Lucian took a deep breath, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts, but only felt a surge of hot blood boiling in his chest.

Lucian's gaze burned, as if trying to pierce through the night to find Selene's figure. The tense atmosphere still lingered in the night: Lucian slowly stood upright, a flash of anger and faint determination appearing in his golden eyes. In his bloodline, he felt an unprecedented surge—the course of fate had been severed at this moment, and what would come next?