All Chapters of The Alpha's Reject: Craving his Wolfless Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Irene's POVPretending was exhausting.Every time Ken brought me updates about Lexie's communications with Marcus, I had to swallow my rage. Every time Karson mentioned hunting down the wolf who had attacked me, I had to bite my tongue. Every time I saw a sandy-brown wolf in the distance, my heart stopped for a moment before I realized it wasn't her.But I kept pretending.Kept smiling. Kept planning. Kept acting like I didn't know exactly who wanted me dead.The strategy room had become my second home. Maps covered every surface. Troop positions marked in careful ink. Supply routes highlighted. Communication checkpoints noted.Karson and I spent hours refining the defense plans. Adjusting patrol routes. Identifying chokepoints. Planning fallback positions.We worked well together. Better than I expected."The eastern ridge is still our weak point," Karson said, tracing the mountain pass with his finger. "Even with reinforcements, it's vulnerable.""What if we set traps along the appr

Irene's POVThe Howlers Pack convoy arrived just after noon.I heard the engines before I saw them. The rumble of vehicles climbing the mountain road. The guards at the gate calling out identification.Lucas.Part of me was relieved. We needed allies. Needed every advantage we could get against the growing enemy coalition.Another part of me tensed.Because Lucas meant complications. Lucas meant Karson's jealousy flaring up. Lucas meant standing between two Alphas who couldn't be in the same room without growling at each other.I met him in the main courtyard.He looked tired. Dark circles under his eyes. Dust on his clothes from hard travel. But his expression sharpened with relief when he saw me."Irene." He strode toward me, his warriors fanning out behind him. "Thank the goddess you're alright. When I heard about the battle—""I'm fine. We all are.""The reports said it was bad. Heavy casualties on both sides.""We held them off. Barely." I gestured toward the main building. "Come

Irene's POVDinner was supposed to be quiet.A simple meal with the family before the chaos of the coming battle consumed everything. Karson had insisted on it. Said we needed at least one normal evening together.Normal. As if anything about our lives was normal anymore.The dining hall was warm. Candles flickered on the table. The smell of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air. Carl and Karin sat between Karson and me, their plates piled high with food they were too distracted to eat.And across the table, uninvited but impossible to remove, sat Lexie.She had appeared just as the food was served. Claimed she was feeling better. Wanted to "reconnect with the family" before the battle.Karson's jaw had tightened, but he hadn't sent her away. Too many eyes watching. Too many Pack members who still believed her pregnancy story.So here we were. Playing happy family with a snake at our table.Lexie picked at her food delicately. One hand resting on her swollen belly, as always. He

Irene's POVThe battle was over.The cleanup was just beginning.Bodies littered the ground around the warehouse. Ours and theirs, tangled together in death. Warriors moved through the carnage, separating friend from foe, carrying the wounded to the infirmary.I should have gone to rest. Should have let the healers check my injuries. But there was too much to do. Too many people who needed help.So I worked alongside everyone else.Dragging debris. Checking for survivors. Helping to extinguish the last of the fires.The scratch on my arm had been hastily bandaged. It throbbed with each movement, but I ignored it. There would be time for proper treatment later.I was helping two warriors lift a fallen beam when I felt it.A hand.Cold fingers wrapping around my ankle.I looked down.A Rogue lay in the rubble. I had thought he was dead. His body was broken, his fur matted with blood. But his eyes were open. Alive. Burning with hatred.His claws raked across my calf.Pain exploded up my

Irene's POVThe calm before the storm.That's what it felt like. Everyone preparing for battle. Everyone tense and waiting. But in the garden behind the main building, my children had found a moment of peace."Tell us another one!" Karin tugged at Ken's sleeve. "The one about the silver wolves!""You've heard that one three times already," Ken said, but he was smiling."So? It's good." Carl plopped down on the grass beside his sister. "Mom never tells us the old stories. She doesn't know them."A pang of guilt twisted in my chest. He was right. I didn't know the legends of Dark Hollows. Couldn't share the heritage that should have been passed down through generations.Another thing stolen from me."Very well." Ken settled more comfortably against the old oak tree. "Long ago, before the packs were divided, before the wars and the borders, there lived wolves whose fur shimmered like starlight..."I watched from the doorway as my children listened with rapt attention. Their eyes wide. Th