บททั้งหมดของ ALPHA REJECTION: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Chapter Hundred and Twenty-One Violet's POV As I sit by the fire, surrounded by the laughter of my pack, I try to immerse myself in the warmth of their joy. Jack’s voice carries over the chatter as he shares tales of our journey, his laughter infectious. I want to feel that happiness, but the tether’s words linger in my mind like a dark cloud.I can’t shake the visit from the tether. His presence, though fleeting, ignited a storm of confusion within me. The promise of power, of being chosen, clashed violently with my loyalty to the pack. I can’t believe I even entertained the thought of turning against my own.I pull my knees close to my chest, forcing myself to focus on the camaraderie surrounding me. They deserve my strength now more than ever. We’re finally safe, and we have a chance to build a life together.But the tether’s voice echoes in my mind. You have the potential to be more than just another member of the pack. You could lead them and be their queen.“Violet?” Maria’s v

Jenna's POV As we continue to run through the thick trees, my heart pounds in my chest. Each breath comes in quick gasps, and my legs ache with every step. The sounds of the forest—birds chirping and leaves rustling—fade behind me, replaced by the distant shouts of the men chasing us. Fear mixes with adrenaline, pushing me forward. “Keep moving!” Eleanor shouts, her voice sharp but full of determination. Raina is just ahead of me, her serious look cutting through my panic. “Where are we going?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.“To the edge of town,” Eleanor answers quickly, her eyes scanning the path ahead. “We need to get as far away from here as possible. We can’t let them catch us.”I grip her words tightly, trying to drown out my doubts. The memory of our cabin—how safe it felt—now seems like a distant dream. “Do you think they’ll follow us?” Raina asks, glancing back at me with worry in her eyes.“Maybe,” Eleanor replies, her expression grave. “But we’re faster. We’ll make it

Jack's POV For the first time in weeks, I feel a sense of accomplishment. We’ve found a place we can finally call our own. As I take it all in, Jordan steps up beside me, his eyes scanning the scene with a look of satisfaction.“You’ve led us through a lot, Jack,” he says, his tone filled with respect. “Not everyone could have done what you did, guiding us through those woods, keeping us safe. We’re here because of you.”I return his gaze, giving a half-smile. “It wasn’t just me. This land is fertile, blessed. It’ll provide for us, I know it. The gods are on our side.”Jordan nods, the flicker of hope clear in his eyes. “We can finally build something better, something that’ll last.”Before I can respond, a ripple of tension moves through the camp. The laughter dies down, conversations fall silent, and I hear a low murmur of unease from the pack members nearby. My senses sharpen, my eyes narrowing as I follow their gazes toward the edge of the clearing.A lone figure steps out of the

Jenna's POV As I head back to my room, the embers of Greta’s words still smolder in my chest, sparking an unexpected fire. I can’t quite shake the idea that’s taken root in my mind—this old inn, worn but sturdy, could be more than just a shelter. Greta has given us a roof, and maybe that’s all she meant it to be, but I feel it could become so much more. The council and their spies may be relentless, yet the thought of creating a place of true refuge here, hidden away from their reach, fills me with a hope I haven’t felt in a long time.But I can’t sleep with that hope buzzing through me. My muscles are tight from tension, my senses still sharp. After so long on the run, my instinct for survival won’t let me sit still tonight.I change course, slipping quietly out of my room, down the creaky staircase, and through the hallway that opens up to the inn’s back courtyard. It’s just wide enough for me to stretch and maybe practice a few moves, though the space is uneven, and the only light

Jenna's POV Greta does not join us for breakfast. She had complained about her legs this morning. Rosie says, her expression seeming guarded. "Is she alright?" I ask, concerned filling every pore in my body. "She is okay, not open to receiving visitors at the moment, but I'm sure she will come down when she falls ready." Rosie says. For a moment, I wonder whether Greta and Rosie could be hiding things from us, but I don't probe. They have a right to their privacy in the same way I do to mine. So far, Greta's aura and that if her housekeeper has been clean, I haven't felt like I have anything to worry about. But if they're really wolves in sheep clothing, time will reveal it. After breakfast, we decide to tour the neighboring town. "The town does not exactly boast of anything." Rosie had said when Raina had offered that we look around. "It's just the local post office and diner. Most of the locals have moved further up; nothing really happens here anymore." She had looked a lit