All Chapters of Rejecting My Three Alpha Mates: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

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

ALPHA LUCAI 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 barrier you’re