All Chapters of Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Winter The morning light spilling through my bedroom curtains felt wrong.Too bright. Too warm. My wolf paced in my head like a caged predator, claws raking against bone. She’d been restless all night, even after I’d finally drifted into an uneasy sleep. Every time my mind dipped toward dreams, she shoved me awake, snarling his name.Tyron.I sat up slowly, pressing my palms to my eyes until stars danced in the darkness. My chest ached—not just from the bond’s pull, but from the memory of his face last night. Even as an astral projection, I’d seen the shadows in his eyes. The weariness. And yet, the way he’d looked at me… like I was the only thing tethering him to this world.I couldn’t stay away anymore.By the time I found Dad, he was in his office, flipping through reports with that unreadable mask he wore so well. Aria was perched on the arm of a chair across from him, idly braiding her hair, clearly waiting for something.The second Dad saw me in the doorway, his jaw tightened.

Zander's POV The moon was high, silver light spilling across the forest like a blessing I didn’t feel worthy to claim tonight. From my office window, I could see the treeline, the place where the wards shimmered faintly against the dark. We’d kept the pack safe for decades—through wars, through famine, through the gods’ trials themselves.But I wasn’t sure we were ready for this.My daughter’s mate. Tyron.A man with blood on his hands, a history written in violence, and a wolf that didn’t know the meaning of submission. A man I should have had executed the moment they dragged him into my territory in chains.And yet… the bond had chosen him for Winter.I hated the mate bond sometimes. It could be the gods’ gift or their cruelest joke, depending on the day. And this? This felt like a test I never asked for.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. The wolf in me snarled every time Tyron’s name passed through my thoughts. Not because I feared him—but because I feared wh

Tyron’s POVThe dungeon was quiet again, save for the usual drip of water and the shuffle of the guards stationed too close for comfort. I’d learned to map their movements by sound, to mark the seconds between their weight shifts, even the subtle clink of their swords when they adjusted their belts. Everything mattered down here — every tick of time, every angle of the walls, every tiny tell that might later turn into an advantage.But then came the lighter steps, the rhythm I’d started to expect — softer, hesitant, dragging like she didn’t want to admit how much she wanted to be here. Winter.And right behind her, the irritating patter of her sister’s quicker steps. Aria. Always tagging along now, like a shadow with too much energy. Zander’s orders. My jaw flexed at the thought. The god-wolf alpha was paranoid, but not wrong. He knew what I was capable of. He just underestimated how good I was at playing a part.The door groaned open. My head snapped up, hair falling across my face j

The hallways felt longer than usual, like the packhouse was stretching itself out to delay me from reaching the inevitable. My palms were damp, heart tripping in uneven beats, every step ringing with the stupid weight of what I was about to do.“Just breathe,” Aria whispered beside me, but she wasn’t calm either—her hands twisted in the hem of her sweater, her brows knitting. She hadn’t agreed with me, not really, but she was here. A quiet witness.Dad’s presence was already humming through the house before I even saw him. That endless, dominating pressure in the air that always reminded me he wasn’t just Dad—he was Alpha, and more than that, god-wolf. The kind of being you didn’t argue with unless you were ready to be scorched down to your bones.I caught sight of him through the open archway into the study. He was at his desk, broad shoulders hunched slightly as he looked over maps and reports. A storm brewing in human form.“Go on,” Aria nudged me, but her voice was quieter now, ne

Zander's POV I strip off my shirt and pants, leaving myself in nothing but my boxer briefs and the necklace hanging heavy against my chest.This necklace was given to me by my great-grandfather, Alpha Maddox. He was one of the greatest Alphas in history. He conquered territories, fought rogues, and built this pack into the strongest before handing it down to my grandfather. He wasn’t just a warrior—he was a good husband, a good father.To this day, his stories are still told in schools and across packs. And the irony? He wasn’t even a wolf god.I am the first wolf god born into my family. And now Louis, my first son, has inherited that too.But what kind of legacy am I building? I can’t even find out why rogues are after my daughter. I can’t fully protect my pack because as long as they have some claim on her, they’ll keep coming. I can’t risk that. And now, to twist the knife deeper, my daughter’s mate is one of them.Sometimes I wonder if the Moon Goddess is punishing me for the mi