Semua Bab Rejected Billionaire Alpha: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Stacy crept around the side of the rusted warehouse, hoodie up, breath shallow. The tracking app on her phone blinked steadily. Dylan was inside. But why? He told her this place had been shut down. She slid closer, boots crunching lightly on gravel, and pressed herself against the side door. Faint voices filtered through the metal. She tilted her head. “Is it confirmed?” a deep voice said. “Not yet,” came Dylan’s voice. “But she’s showing signs.” Stacy frowned. “You’re sure she’s the one?” “Yes,” Dylan replied. “The woman in crimson marked her.” Stacy’s eyes narrowed. Rachel? They were talking about Rachel. “She’s dangerous, Dylan,” the other man said. “She’s not,” Dylan shot back. “She’s Elira’s blood.” Stacy gasped. Elira? She backed away quietly, but her elbow brushed against a hanging chain. It clanked loudly. Inside, the voices went silent. Dylan’s voice rose. “Someone’s outside.” Panic surged. Stacy bolted, running for the tree line. A second

Stacy paced the length of her room, the old journal clutched in her hands. Her fingers trembled as she flipped back to the first page—the one with the name she still couldn’t believe was real. *Elira.* The woman Rachel was supposed to be. The woman who once wrote: *“If the wolf finds me again, I’ll destroy him.”* Her throat tightened. Dylan wasn’t just hiding the truth about Rachel—he was hiding something from *her*, too. Something from before she ever came into his life. With a sharp breath, she marched toward the door. Rachel sat on the couch, her knees pulled to her chest. The memory of her own reflection smiling back at her haunted her like a shadow she couldn’t shake. She’d checked the mirror three more times since, and every time, the face staring back was hers. And yet… not. Nyra sat cross-legged on the floor, humming softly as she drew symbols in chalk on the marble. Dylan paced by the window. When Stacy walked in holding the journal, all three of them t

“You said she touched you?” Dylan asked, crouching in front of Stacy, his voice low but urgent.Stacy sat on the penthouse couch, arms wrapped around her knees, eyes wide. “I didn’t even see her. I just… felt something. Cold. Like something brushed the back of my neck.”Rachel sat beside her, gripping her hand. “You’re sure it wasn’t your imagination?”“She whispered something,” Stacy said. “I don’t know what it was, but I felt it inside my head.”Dylan turned to Nyra. “Can she mark someone mentally?”Nyra frowned. “Not in the way a wolf marks. But she can tether her presence to a person’s aura.”Rachel blinked. “So she’s… what? Watching her?”Nyra hesitated. “Or waiting.”Dylan stood. “I need to know what she did. Scan her.”Stacy recoiled. “Scan me? What—like magic MRI?”Nyra crouched slowly. “Close enough. I won’t hurt you.”Stacy looked at Rachel.Rachel nodded. “It’s okay.”Nyra reached forward, placing two fingers against Stacy’s temple. Her eyes fluttered shut. A soft silver gl

Rachel stared at him. The Warden of Ash. Cloaked in dark gold, unmoving beneath the red-hazed sky. “You ordered her execution?” Her voice echoed unnaturally. “You watched her burn.” He didn’t flinch. “Yes.” “Why?” “She became a threat.” “You were supposed to protect her,” she snapped. “I was supposed to protect *balance*,” he replied calmly. “Elira disrupted it.” “She was fighting for peace.” “She was choosing annihilation.” Rachel’s hands balled into fists. “She was betrayed. Lied to. Cornered.” “And she made a choice,” he said. “One that endangered every realm tied to the moon’s gift.” She stepped closer. “And now I carry her soul. What does that make me to you?” The Warden looked her in the eye. “A warning.” “To who?” He tilted his head. “To everyone who still believes power and peace can coexist.” Rachel's jaw tightened. “You're scared of what I might become.” “I’m not scared,” he said. “But I am prepared.” “For what?” “To stop you if history rep

Rachel stood under the freezing shower, water crashing against her skin, but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside her. Her fingers had stopped glowing, yet the sensation lingered—as if Elira’s presence was still coiled around her spine, silently watching her every move. Bracing her hands against the tiled wall, she breathed heavily, letting the cold cut through her chaotic thoughts. Elira’s voice still echoed in her mind: “Too late.” Dylan waited just outside the bathroom door, silent since they had rushed her out of the circle. Nyra had wanted to perform a full energy purge, but Rachel had refused—she didn’t want to be cleansed. She wanted answers. When the water turned off, the door creaked open moments later, steam spilling into the hallway. Rachel stepped out with a towel draped around her shoulders, her expression unreadable. “She’s not just a voice anymore,” she said, her tone even. “She’s a presence… a force.” Dylan nodded slowly. “She’s merging with you.” “No,” Rache