Chapter 143 Tristan's Last Move

LUCIAN“Violet!” I yelled.But my uncle was faster, grabbing her and then pushing her over to fucking Tristan. She squirmed, fear flickering in her eyes, staunch and clear as day. The bond flared like wildfire.It erupted through my chest without warning, searing hot and impossibly bright, almost blinding in its intensity.“We had a deal, yes?” Rodriguez smiled. “I’ll leave him to you then. Make sure you finish the job.”Tristan grinned manically. ‘Oh, I plan to.”Violet was so close to me now, but she wasn't free. Not yet. The connection between us pulsed with her terror, her pain, her desperate hope, and beneath it all, that fragile thread of trust that somehow hadn't broken despite everything I'd done to fracture it.Tristan held her in the center of the room, his stance relaxed and almost casual. But the tension in the air said otherwise. It was thick enough to choke on, pressing down on everyone present like a physical weight.Every one of his people present froze, waiting for hi

Chapter 144 The Final Blow

LUCIANThey say when you’re in a life or death situation, every other thing around you dulls to a complete still. Everything narrowed into a single point. The scent of him, the pulse of the bond pounding brightly and without restraint, and the fury coiling through me like a living thing.The world collapsed inward until there was nothing but this moment, this target, this threat that needed to be eliminated.Tristan's face was the last thing I saw before everything else faded into pure instinct, his expression shifting from smug confidence to dawning realization that he'd miscalculated badly.I lunged, teeth bared, claws extended while every ounce of my Alpha force compressed into the strike. Years of training, decades of experience, centuries of wolf instinct, all of it channelled into this single moment.He reacted. Of course he did. His reflexes weren't completely inadequate, but not fast enough. Not fast enough for me.Not fast enough to counter the desperation of a mate protecti

Chapter 145 What Follows

LUCIANThere were only two times I could remember feeling a sensation of pure, unbridled fear. One, was when I’d seen my mother lay on her sickbed. Unmoving, and not so much as breathing.This, would be the second time.“Violet?” I tried again, my heart thundering against my chest so loudly that it would leap out of my chest.I shook her lightly, trying to get her to move, flinch, do something that would allude to the tiniest bit of hope I had nestled in my chest. The hope that she was still okay.“Violet?”My eyes widened, another stab of fear hitting me square in the chest. There was something about the cold that hung in the air. No.This couldn’t be. I’d come all this way to find her, finally even got her and now…no. I couldn’t just let this happen. This couldn’t be it. No way in hell.”“Violet!” I shook her again.It was no use to doing so. She was out cold, more so than I was sure I was willing to even accept. The many bruises and injuries that littered her body should have been

Chapter 146 Bittersweet

LUCIAN3 weeks later“Next.”It was funny actually. The things grief could do to you. It left you numb and aching raw and unimaginably. There’d always be that staunch hole left in your chest, one that wouldn’t be closed by anything.Nothing could heal it. Nothing could lessen that pain. Not when it was a pain caused by your very own hands.The next two men trudged forward, their ankles bound by chains, eyes heavy and holding a certain fatigue that couldn’t be put into words.After the war, we’d gathered up the rest of our forces and conducted a very much needed recuperation. A lot had been lost during this war, and now that I was sober enough, I could feel the weight of the death count like an immovable weight resting on my chest.We seized a sizable portion of West Creak’s Territory, the rest split between other packs of the alliances. Lesser packs tried to change allegiances and scramble for whatever little power or leverage they could.Tristan’s mate and beta had been nowhere to be

Chapter 147 A Life Well-Lived

“I love you.”I wasn’t sure I could ever sit and count the amount of times I’d been told that. Not just by Lucian, who had been far clingier than I expected in a while. And certainly not just by the little gremlin who ought to be rousing from his slumber.A coy smile found its way to my lips. “I know.”Lucian blinked, eyes glazed with sleep and a certain softness that left my heart thudding faster by the second.“It wouldn’t kill you to be humble.” He grumbled, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “Just tell me you love me back.”I scoffed. “And if I don’t?”A mischievous glint passed behind his eyes and I instantly knew I was screwed. He closed in for the kill, and in less than a second, I was fighting for air while he tortuously trailed kisses down my neck.“I love you, too.” I giggled, half in ecstasy and as a plea. “I love you, Lucian. More than words can do justice to.”He paused, cerulean eyes meeting mine briefly. For a moment, I expected him to go back to his onslaught

All Chapters of Revenge on The Alpha Who Rejected Me: Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

Chapter 143 Tristan's Last Move

Chapter 144 The Final Blow

Chapter 145 What Follows

Chapter 146 Bittersweet

Chapter 147 A Life Well-Lived