Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Alpha Queen: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Selene’s POVI was lost in the moment, twirling in front of the mirror, watching the way the fabric of the dress swirled around my legs. The soft, pale blue material clung to my form just right, accentuating my curves in a way that felt flattering but not too bold. I couldn’t help but laugh softly at myself, spinning in the dress like a child enjoying something as simple as the feel of a new outfit. The laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside me, genuine, carefree, a moment to forget the world around me.But that joy came to a sudden halt when I heard the soft creak of the door. I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I turned toward the sound. Standing in the doorway, framed by the soft light from the hallway, was Ronan. His tall frame filled the space, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. For a moment, it was as if the entire world stopped moving, leaving only him and the way my heart beat faster in my chest.My cheeks flushed instantly, a

Nelly’s POVThe club loomed before me like a dark monolith, its neon lights pulsing against the night sky. I stepped out of the cab, my heart pounding in my ears. Tonight, I wasn’t here for the usual distractions or fleeting pleasures; I was here to find answers about my sister, Nikki. The thought of her being lost in this wretched world, her whereabouts unknown, sent a chill through my veins.I paused a moment on the cracked pavement outside the club, taking in the imposing atmosphere. This place was even larger and more foreboding than the club Keiran had taken me to before. Its massive facade and the thrum of bass that vibrated through the walls made me feel both small and insignificant. I shook off the sense of dread and made my way to the entrance, my steps resolute despite the fear that gnawed at me inside.Inside, the club was a cacophony of sound and motion. Music blared from massive speakers, and the air was thick with smoke and the mingling scents of sweat and expensive colo

Ronan’s POVI sank into the worn leather of my study chair and allowed myself a rare moment of private amusement. The soft lamplight played across the pages of the old journal on my desk, but my thoughts were elsewhere, lost in the memory of Selene’s startled reaction the other night. I could still see the way her eyes had widened when I mentioned that it was time for me to secure a mate. The surprise, the mixture of indignation and uncertainty on her face, had sent a thrill coursing through me. I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I replayed that moment, a private indulgence that warmed me in ways few things ever did.It was a heady mix of triumph and longing, the sort of feeling that made me forget for a moment the heavy responsibilities I carried as an alpha. I was a man who had built his strength on discipline and control, yet at that moment, all my carefully constructed barriers had seemed to crumble, replaced by a vulnerability I wasn’t sure I wanted to confront. Still, it was

Nelly's POVThe abandoned room smelled of dust and forgotten memories. I hesitated in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest. This place had been untouched for years, left as a relic of the past. My sister’s past. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I stepped inside, the floorboards creaking under my weight. The dim light from the moon filtered through the cracked window, casting eerie shadows across the room.I ran my fingers over the old desk, brushing away the layer of dust that coated its surface. My sister’s belongings lay scattered, untouched, and frozen in time. I knew I had to find something, anything, that could explain what happened to her. Then, as I pulled open a drawer, a folded piece of parchment caught my eye.My hands trembled as I picked it up, carefully unfolding the aged paper. The writing was faint, hurried, almost desperate.They know. Keiran’s father knows. Trust no one.A chill ran down my spine. My sister had left this message behind, one last attempt to warn

Selene's POVThe air between us was thick with tension, a mixture of unspoken words and suppressed emotions. The training session had started as usual, swift movements, strategic attacks, and counterattacks. Ronan was relentless, pushing me harder with every strike, every dodge, and every forceful step. But this time, there was something different.Every time our bodies collided, I could feel the heat between us. Every time he corrected my stance, my pulse quickened. I had been trying to ignore it, to bury it beneath the weight of my responsibilities, but there was no denying the pull anymore.Ronan feinted left before sweeping my legs out from under me. I hit the ground with a frustrated grunt, panting as I stared up at him. He towered over me, his chest rising and falling with exertion. The moonlight cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes.I was about to push myself up when he reached out his hand. I hesitated for a momen