All Chapters of Rejected Me Once, Never Fool Me Twice: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Winter’s POVThe first rays of dawn crept through the curtains, casting pale stripes across the room. Tyron’s arm was draped heavily across my waist, pinning me like an anchor. His breathing was deep, steady—thank the goddess. For once, no jolts awake, no cursing at shadows, no sharp demand for space. He had let me stay when the nightmare had shaken him in the night. He hadn’t shoved me out. He hadn’t hardened himself back into that wall of stone he liked to hide behind.A small, unexplainable warmth lingered in my chest because of that. But the morning ahead demanded strategy, not softness.Slowly, carefully, I slid out from under his arm, his warmth trailing behind me as I pulled away. He didn’t stir, not even when the bed dipped with my weight lifting off it. Weeks ago, he would’ve caught me the second I moved, eyes blazing, jaw clenched, telling me to get out. Now… now he stayed asleep, letting me slip back into my own space.By the time I reached my room and changed into jeans an

Casey POV The fair was still alive even after sunset. Music played softly through the field, and lanterns floated in the air like glowing orbs drifting with the breeze. Laughter carried through the night , children chasing each other with glowing sticks, couples sharing bites of caramel apples, warriors laughing at the drink stalls.But for me, everything blurred into the background because Louis had my hand in his.He looked like the calm at the center of chaos. The same man everyone looked to for strength , controlled, disciplined ,yet his thumb brushed slow circles against my palm, and his touch was tender in a way that still startled me.I was never used to gentleness.“Are you cold?” he asked, his deep voice breaking through the hum of the crowd.I shook my head. “No. You’re warm enough.”He smiled slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The lantern light caught the gold in his irises ,a reminder of what he was, who he would become. My soon-to-be husband. The next Alpha. A

Tyrone POV The morning air carried the scent of iron and incense, heavy with the kind of silence that warned you something was about to be taken from you. Or maybe revealed. I wasn’t sure which was worse.The Alpha Gods Court stood like a carved monument to judgment tall marble pillars wrapped in vines of silver runes, walls glowing faintly from the ancient power sealed within. The crescent-shaped chamber overlooked the valley, where the mist never seemed to lift. It was beautiful, in a suffocating way.They brought me in with two guards, my wrists bound in enchanted cuffs that burned when I moved too fast. I didn’t fight them. I didn’t even look at them. My eyes stayed on the throne at the far end where the alpha gods king,alpha Ruine sat, cloaked in white and gold, his silver crown gleaming beneath the morning light.Beside him stood Zander, another alpha god of his jaw tight, his expression unreadable,two more alpha gods were sitting at the high podium. Louis, Winter, Aria, Cas

Tyron POVThe morning sun burned low and bright across the training field, painting everything in gold. The air was sharp with dust and sweat, the kind of air that carried the sound of clashing swords and strained breaths like music. I stood at the edge of the field, my arms folded, eyes scanning every movement before me.Winter, Aria, and Asher were sparring in the center ring. Three figures caught between youth and power, still learning the art of balance between strength and control. Aria’s hair clung to her face as she moved, sharp and precise, while Asher’s stance was too wide, relying on raw force rather than technique. But it was Winter who drew my attention, as she always did.The sun found her without mercy, setting fire to the silver in her hair, the faint shimmer of her aura visible even when she wasn’t trying. Her magic lived beneath her skin like a restless storm, always ready to spill. She moved with focus, yet every motion of hers demanded attention.And that was my pro

WinterThe morning light bled softly through the curtains, gold spilling over the sheets, over his skin. Tyron slept beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his breathing steady and deep. I could feel the weight of his body against mine, the quiet warmth of it. There was something peaceful about watching him like that, unguarded, the sharpness of his face softened by sleep.But peace didn’t last long for me anymore.The night before still echoed in my head,his story, the pain in his voice when he spoke about Terry. Every word had sounded true, carved straight from his heart. But there was something about it, something small and unspoken that lingered at the back of my mind like a faint shadow.I turned slowly, watching him. His lashes brushed against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted. He looked nothing like the ruthless rogue who once stormed our borders. He looked human. Vulnerable. And maybe that was the danger.I slipped out from under his arm carefully, not wanting to wake him