All Chapters of The Rejected Alpha Queen: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Selene’s POVThe guest house’s great hall was a masterpiece in itself, with high-arched ceilings draped in old velvet, wooden beams that had seen centuries, and large crystal windows that caught the afternoon sun like it was a lover. It had the quiet majesty of a place that had hosted history. And now, it would host something new, the union of the clans. The celebration of peace.Yet, the weight of what was expected sat heavily on my shoulders as I stood beside Lady Eleanor, watching the event planner buzz around us, holding swatches of fabric, lighting samples, and flower arrangements.“These would go well with the chandeliers,” the planner chirped, holding up two garlands of faux peonies and lilacs. “Or would you prefer the roses and vines for a more ethereal look?”I blinked, staring at them as if they were strangers. “Um... the lilacs. And maybe silver accents to match the crystal.”“Perfect choice.” She scribbled notes and moved on.My hands trailed over the long banquet table th

Selene's POV I sat on the edge of the bed, the phone still pressed to my ear even after Elias hung up.His voice had been off. Detached. And when I asked him what happened, he’d hesitated too long before giving me the vaguest response.“I won’t be able to attend the event with you anymore. Something came up.”Something came up?Something? Like what?I had pressed. Gently. Then a bit more directly. But all I got was, “I’m sorry, Selene.”And then, silence.I lowered the phone and stared at the screen, my heart twisting with a mixture of confusion and something that felt too close to disappointment. Elias had been… steady. Always there. The one person I felt I could count on.And now?He was disappearing, just like the rest of them.Just like Ronan.I inhaled deeply and wiped the corners of my eyes before standing up. Maybe some food would help. I hadn’t eaten since morning, and all the emotional whiplash was beginning to weigh on me.I tied a shawl around my shoulders and made my way

Luka's POV The sun was high when I finally stepped out of my third meeting for the day, feeling the pressure of work clinging to my shoulders like a second skin. The council had been on edge since word started spreading about traitors possibly lurking in the clans. I had barely had time to eat, but I was more eager to get home and rest than grab a late lunch.Just as I reached my car, my phone buzzed. Elias.I frowned slightly but picked up. “Yeah?”“Can we meet?” His voice sounded stressed.“Now?”“Yes. It’s… important.”I sighed and glanced at my watch. “Alright. The usual spot?”“Yeah.”I hung up and slid into the driver’s seat, the engine humming to life. I wasn’t sure what Elias wanted to talk about, but his tone wasn’t casual. Something was bothering him, something personal.When I got to the quiet clearing we usually used to meet, Elias was already there, leaning on his car with his arms crossed, his expression tight. I stepped out, walking up to him.“What’s going on?” I aske

Luka’s POV I was buttoning up my shirt, my eyes fixed on the mirror, when the door creaked open without a knock. Typical Lawrence, no sense of boundaries.“Busy?” he asked with a smug grin.I didn’t respond. Just kept working the buttons of my crisp black shirt until it clung snug to my body. We had a party tonight, and appearances mattered, even if I despised every second of it.Behind him, I caught a glimpse of movement. A woman, young, dressed in something that screamed forced elegance. Too polished. Too practiced.My brows furrowed. “Who the hell is she?”Lawrence stepped aside, gesturing to her like she was some prized auction item. “Her name’s Tessa. She’s important. Your date.”I scoffed. “ My date, huh? Then keep her leashed. I don’t need a date, and I’m not in the mood for matchmaking.”Lawrence smiled, that irritating smirk he wore when he thought he was being clever. “Come on, Luka. You’ve been alone too long. She’s just… company. Makes you look less cold.”“I am cold,” I

Ronan's POV The hallway buzzed with muted chatter and the scent of perfumed guests, but none of it reached me. My mind was too cluttered with what I knew, what I’d just confirmed, and what it meant for all of us. I led Elias and Luka away from the growing crowd and into one of the smaller council rooms behind the great hall. No guards. No ears.Just the three of us.I closed the door behind us and leaned against it for a moment, inhaling deeply before facing them. Elias was already pacing while Luka stood still, arms folded, watching me like he could already smell that something was wrong.“I assume this isn’t about drinks or hors d'oeuvres,” Luka said dryly.“No,” I said, stepping forward and placing my hands flat on the table between us. “It’s about Gazelle. And what Selene found out.”Both of them stilled.“She was digging through some of the old archives. Witches’ history—legends, spells, curses. She found records of a bloodline—witches who were banished centuries ago. Traito