All Chapters of Rejecting My Three Alpha Mates: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ALPHA LUCA The gates recognize me before the guards do. Steel unfolds with mechanical grace, ancient stone walls rising like a memory I never asked to revisit. The Moretti estate looks exactly as it always has. It was immaculate, imposing, perfect in the way only something carefully curated can be. That’s what unsettles me. Nothing here ever looks wrong. My driver doesn’t ask questions. He never does. By the time the car comes to a stop beneath the sweeping archway, my chest is already tight, my blood humming faintly beneath my skin like it knows I’ve stepped into a cage disguised as a home. The door opens. And of course, almost like clockwork… “Alpha Luca.” Frederik stands at the base of the steps, black tablet already in hand, expression strained somewhere between relief and tightly leashed alarm. He looks exactly the same as always: tailored suit, immaculate posture, eyes that miss nothing. But I caught it. The subtle flicker of surprise he doesn’t quite mana

ALPHA GAVIN The worst part isn’t knowing my father is alive. It’s feeling him everywhere. I notice it in the way my pulse won’t slow, no matter how carefully I breathe. In the way my blood hums under my skin like it’s listening for something I can’t hear. In the way every thought seems to circle the same question without ever landing. What did he make me for? Morning comes without rest. I sit on the edge of my bed, elbows on my knees, staring at my hands like they might confess something if I look long enough. They’re steady. Too steady. An Alpha’s hands. Hands bred for command, for violence, for survival. I wonder how much of that is really mine, and how much was somehow engineered by him before I ever took my first breath. Downstairs, the house moves softly around me. My mother’s voice drifts through the hallway, low and warm. Cabinets close gently. Coffee brews. Life continues in a way that feels almost obscene. I don’t belong in this quiet anymore. I pull my phone fro

The sun is warm on my skin. Not the artificial heat of lamps or humming lights, but real warmth. It’s the kind that seeps into bone and lingers. The sand presses between my toes, grainy and imperfect, and when I curl my feet, it shifts instead of resisting me. I laugh. The sound startles me at first. It’s not brittle. Not rehearsed. It comes from somewhere deep in my chest, rising naturally, effortlessly, like it’s always belonged there. “Be careful,” someone calls, amusement threaded through his voice. “You might trip and hurt yourself and none of us want that.” I turn, smiling without thinking. They’re all there. Gavin stands closest, sleeves rolled up, the ocean breeze tugging at his dark hair. His eyes soften when they land on me, something steady and grounding in the way he looks at me, like he’s anchoring himself just by knowing I’m here.

ALPHA GAVIN The door doesn’t give. I thought it would break easily combined with both our strengths, but we must have underestimated our weakening state. Fuck. Harley hits it like a wrecking force beside me, shoulder slamming into reinforced steel hard enough to dent the frame. The impact shudders through the corridor. My ears ring. But somehow, it’s still not enough. “Again,” he snarls. We strike together again. Pain detonates up my arm. The metal groans, but it’s still fucking holding. The hum beyond it has changed. It’s higher now. Tighter. Like a wire about to snap. “She’s right there,” Harley breathes, voice wrecked. “I can feel her.” I try to follow the bond the way he does, try to let instinct lead instead of logic, but what reaches me is… faint. Distant. Like hearing someone shout underwater. It twists something ugly inside my chest. I know she’s there. So why… why can’t I feel her the way he does? Another slam. Another dent. Alarms strobe red across the h

ALPHA LUCA I was raised to read rooms before I entered them. Power leaves a scent. Control leaves patterns. Lies leave fingerprints in silence. This room stinks of all three. My father stands twenty feet away from me like nothing here is personal. Like I am not his son. Like the girl on the platform is not a person. Like the two Alphas swaying beside me are not dying in front of him. Like this is business. Really, I should not be surprised. Honestly, I am still furious enough to taste metal. The containment field hums around me. It’s invisible, impenetrable. A clean circle of light distortion that bends the air. Elegant tech. Efficient. Soulless. Very him. “You’ve lost weight,” Salvatore Moretti says mildly, glancing at me as if we’ve met for lunch instead of war. “I fought through three security layers to get here,” I answered. “You’re welcome.” A faint smile. “Still dra