All Chapters of Rejecting My Three Alpha Mates: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

For the first time in weeks, I was surrounded by noise that wasn’t charged with the electric tension of three Alphas circling each other, and me, like predators claiming territory. After coming inside from the porch, we had started our brainstorming. Laughter bounced off the walls of the lakeside cabin as the girls sprawled across a nest of oversized beanbags and fuzzy blankets, halfway through a bottle of rosé and an aggressively color-coded PowerPoint draft. “Okay, but hear me out,” Naya said, waving her laptop around. “We open with a super deep quote that has literally nothing to do with our presentation.” Kayla nearly choked on her wine. “Like what?” “Freedom lies in being bold,” Naya said dramatically. “But we use it to introduce a paragraph about grammar mechanics.” “Evil genius,” I said, laughing into my chamomile tea. This was exactly what I’d been missing my whole life. Just normal girl time. No supernatural drama. No complicated feelings. No three devastatingly gorge

By the time I stumbled back to the cabin, the girls were deep into manicures, a rom-com, and what sounded like their third round of gossip. Naya didn’t even look up from painting Kayla’s nails when she said, “Okay, spill. Who was that tall and mysterious stranger you were just talking to?” I froze. “You saw that?” “Girl, I was watching from the window like it was my own personal drama.” She grinned. “Distinguished jawline, sexy older man vibes. You looked like you fainted straight into a cologne ad.” Clarisse perked up from her spot on the couch. “Wait, was that a staff member? Because I need his number. For research purposes.” I sat down slowly, still feeling off-balance from the whole encounter. My legs felt shaky, and I couldn’t quite catch my breath. “He thought I was his niece at first. Mistaken identity thing.” “You do have mysterious long-lost heiress energy,” Naya said without missing a beat. I shot her a look, but couldn’t quite manage a smile. “Anyway… he said h

ALPHA LUCA I didn’t know how far we’d walked. The trail wound deeper into the woods, past places where even the animals seemed to hold their breath. The silence was absolute. No birds, no rustling leaves, nothing but our footsteps crunching on the forest floor. And then we stopped. An old stone cottage materialized from between the trees, nearly invisible unless you were looking for it. Moss covered the walls, and ivy had claimed half the structure, swallowing it back into the forest. But it wasn’t the house that made my stomach drop. It was what surrounded it. Thin strands of black twine hung from the trees, knotted and looped in patterns that made my eyes hurt to follow. Symbols were carved into bark, glowing faintly blue like they were breathing. “Witch spells,” I said, stopping dead in my tracks. My uncle glanced back, looking almost impressed. “Not bad, kid.” “What the hell is this place?” “Sanctuary,” he said simply. “And a prison. Depending on which side of the barri

Back at the Academy, we were supposed to be “playing it cool.” That was the plan, anyway. Act like nothing was wrong. Like we hadn’t just uncovered threats, dark conspiracies, and family secrets that could destroy us all. But apparently, someone forgot to tell the boys what “cool” actually meant. Because they were glued to me like bodyguards who doubled as personal walking heaters. Harley walked on my left, his hand occasionally brushing mine as we headed down the hallway. Gavin was right behind us, scanning every face like he was expecting an ambush. And Luca was carrying my books like I was royalty who’d never touched a textbook in my life. “Guys,” I muttered, very aware of the students staring at us. “This is the opposite of low profile.” “I’m sorry,” Luca said, not sounding sorry at all. “Did you not want a ridiculously attractive entourage escorting you to class?” Gavin rolled his eyes. “We just want to make sure you’re safe.” “I am safe,” I insisted. “You don’t

ALPHA GAVIN I should’ve been used to the chaos by now. Three Alphas. One girl. All fated. But watching Luca pace beside me, hands slicing the air, muttering about “traitors” and “unfair advantage”, was still pure entertainment. “So let me get this straight,” I said, arms crossed as we waited for Alessi to return. “You’re mad because Harley actually kissed her?” Luca whirled on me. “Exactly!” “I thought you were complaining about ‘almost kisses’ a few weeks ago.” “‘Almost’ turned into actual, apparently! Do you hear how wrong that is?” I leaned against the counter. “So you’re mad it happened.” “I’m mad I didn’t see it coming,” he snapped. “He’s the quiet one. The quiet ones ambush you.” I bit back a laugh. “Relax. It’s not like we’re keeping score.” Luca jabbed a finger at me. “We are absolutely keeping score.” Before I could answer, the door opened. Alessi stepped in, hair still a little wind-tossed from earlier, eyes wide like she’d walked into an interrogat