Semua Bab ALPHA REJECTION: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Jenna’s POVThe warm glow of evening light bathes the living room, softening the edges of the worn-out furniture and casting long shadows against the walls. The mood is light for once, laughter bouncing off the walls like it hasn’t in weeks. Caleb sharpens his knife at the corner of the room, the rhythmic scrape against the whetstone almost soothing. Greta lounges on the couch, shuffling a deck of cards with practiced ease. Mia giggles on the floor as she carefully stacks the cards into a lopsided tower. Eleanor sits in an armchair by the window, stitching up a tear in her jacket, her hands steady despite the dim light. The atmosphere feels almost normal, like we’re just a group of friends passing time. For a fleeting moment, the weight of everything we’ve been through seems to lift. Almost.Raina stands apart from the rest, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are distant; she doesn’t join the conversation and doesn’t laugh or smile. Wh

Jenna’s POVThe soft warmth of sunlight filters through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the room. I wake with a start, sitting upright as the realization sinks in. Nothing has happened. No hunters, no alarms, no chaos. Just the sun spilling its light, as if mocking all the fears I had carried into my dreams. I exhale deeply, relief washing over me like a tide pulling back from the shore. Today’s the day. The day we leave the sanctuary. A pang of sadness hits me as I glance around the room. The worn, sturdy furniture, the faint scent of wood and pine, the quiet stillness that had cocooned us for days—it had all become a kind of home. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe here. Tranquil. But the sanctuary isn’t ours to keep. It’s a fleeting refuge, not a permanent haven. Still, a part of me dares to hope. Maybe, after all this is over, we could come back here. When the Council is defeated, when we’ve won our freedom. Maybe then we’ll finally be able to call a p

Jenna’s POVThe countryside in Atlanta stretches out before us, a patchwork of rolling fields and clusters of trees. The land has a kind of serene beauty, the golden light of the late afternoon casting long shadows over the hills. It should feel peaceful, but all I can feel is a growing tension building in my chest. Ahead of us, a small farmhouse comes into view, its white paint fresh and neat, the small vegetable garden off to one side giving it a touch of charm. It’s the kind of place that makes you think of quiet mornings and simple living. Yet, something about it feels off. The stillness here isn’t peaceful—it’s heavy. Eleanor slows the car as we approach the driveway, easing it to a stop just short of pulling in. She surveys the house through the windshield, her sharp eyes scanning every detail. After a moment, she turns toward us, her expression unreadable. “Wait here,” she says, her voice calm but firm. “I’ll go in alone.” Greta leans back in her seat with a smirk. “Silas i

Jack’s POVI never thought I’d see her again. The moment I stepped towards the door and saw her standing there, it felt as though the ground beneath me shifted. For a second, I wasn’t in this house, wasn’t in this life—I was back in the forest, right there in the cave, where our bond had first called out to us, staring into those wide, heartbroken eyes as I tore her world apart. Jenna. Her name roars through my mind, and my wolf surges to the surface, clawing at me with a ferocity I haven’t felt in years. It takes everything I have to keep control, to push him back. But my body betrays me: my heart pounds, my muscles tense, and my senses go haywire, taking in everything about her. The faintest hint of her scent—pine and wildflowers—hits me, and I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. Why is she here? How is she here? I can’t stop the memories from flooding back, vivid and relentless. That morning… "Hades will freeze over before I accept an omega as my mate.” Those were the wo

Jack’s POVI can't believe that I had agreed on a whim to let them stay the night. They'd talked about the council, some sort of group of humans who were out to attack and kill our kind. For all I know, they would have led the council's men here; we could all be in danger. Jordan was not going to be happy if he heard of it. As if my mind has conjured him up, Jordan appears at the door, his eyes speaking right before he opens his mouth. “What is going on? And why are those strangers still in the living room?” “They do not have a place of their own. They had come to warn us of the council. They say that the council is made up of humans who attack and kill our kind, it wouldn't be long before they sniff us out. They want us to form an alliance to fight back.”Jordan shakes his head as he strides further into the room. “And what did you tell them?”I look towards the wall where the picture of the woman who had owned this room hangs. Eldris had let me take his mother's room, he said it