All Chapters of The Rejected Alpha Queen: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Keiran's POV The weight of the past few days pressed heavily on my shoulders as I grabbed my keys from the table. My mind was a storm of unanswered questions, but one thing was clear, I needed to meet with the alphas. They had to know about my father’s betrayal.I stepped out of the house, the night air cool against my skin. As I approached my car, a familiar voice called out behind me.“Keiran, where are you going?”I turned to find Nelly standing at the doorway, arms crossed, her eyes sharp with suspicion. I should have expected this. She was relentless, and after everything that had happened, she wouldn’t let me walk away without an answer.“I have a meeting,” I replied, keeping my voice even.“With who?” she pressed.“The alphas,” I admitted. “There are things that need to be discussed.”Her brows furrowed, and I knew she wanted to ask more. But I couldn’t tell her everything yet. Not until I was certain of the truth myself.“I’ll explain later,” I promised. “Just trust me.”Nell

Selene’s POVBy the time I got home, I could barely feel my feet. Every joint in my body ached from the long day, physically, emotionally, mentally. My mind had been working overtime, running through everything that happened during the meeting with the alphas, the tension with Ronan, and worst of all, the deal with Gazelle. A binding spell. One I wasn't sure I had the strength or the clarity to deal with.The moment I stepped into the hallway, one of the maids approached with a polite smile.“My lady, dinner is almost ready. Should I have a plate sent to your room?”I gave her a tired shake of the head. “No. I won’t be coming down for dinner. Just... let Lady Eleanor and Ronan know. Please.”“Of course.”I managed a weak nod before heading to my room. I didn’t even turn on the chandelier light. The dim glow from the hallway behind me was enough to guide me inside.The door shut softly behind me, and I exhaled deeply. My heels came off first. Then I padded into the bathroom and strippe

Selene’s POVThe scent of warm bread and herbs wafted up from the plate in front of me as I sat alone at the long dining table, slowly chewing through my breakfast. I’d woken up earlier than usual, my thoughts too jumbled to stay in bed. Sleep hadn’t been kind either; my dreams were murky and strange, almost like warnings I couldn’t decipher.I needed answers. Answers that no one seemed to have, or were too afraid to ask for.Today, I was going to the library. I wanted to understand more about the witches, why they were banished, what they did, and most importantly, whether letting Gazelle into the werewolf realm had unleashed something darker than we realized.I took another bite of my toast, already planning my route through the archives. The tension in my chest hadn’t eased since Gazelle performed the binding. The pull between all of us, the Alpha bond, felt… off. Too intense. Too entangled. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong.The sound of footsteps pulled me out of my thoughts. I

Keiran's POV I was just about to leave the dining room, having pushed around more food than I’d actually eaten when the front door creaked open. The scent hit me before the sound of his boots on the tile did, smoke, blood, and something I couldn't quite name. My father.Of course, he hadn’t returned last night.I straightened, wiping my mouth with a napkin more out of habit than need. He entered the room like nothing was out of place as if walking in after a night of god-knows-what was normal. His coat was slung over his shoulder, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and that unreadable look he always wore sat neatly on his face like a well-rehearsed mask.“Good morning,” he said, voice calm, even. “Is Nelly awake?”I paused mid-step. “Why do you want to know?”He raised an eyebrow at me. “Watch your tone, Keiran. I’m still your father.”“I know,” I replied, my voice sharp but level. “But lately… I’ve been questioning a lot of things. You’re asking about Nelly all of a sudden, and you

Luka's POVI finally pulled myself together and stepped out of my bedroom. The hallway was silent, save for the soft creak of the wooden floors beneath my boots. As I made my way downstairs, I dragged a hand through my hair, feeling the weight of the past few days settle heavily on my shoulders.I needed to get a grip.My phone buzzed angrily on the kitchen counter where I had abandoned it earlier. I picked it up and winced at the endless stream of missed calls and unread messages. Most were from the office. Specifically, from Margaret, my ever-efficient, ever-persistent secretary.Sighing, I called her back.She answered before the first ring even finished."Mr. Luka! Thank God you called back. We have several meetings scheduled for today, the board is waiting for your confirmation on the expansion project, and—""Margaret," I interrupted calmly, though my head pounded, "Push everything to tomorrow. I’ll be there first thing in the morning."A beat of silence. Then a reluctant, "Unde