All Chapters of The Alpha Prince's Rejected Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

KNOXMy blood boils as I take in the scene before me. Aubrey is trembling in the middle of the pond, her lips nearly blue, while Sasha stands at the edge with not a single drop of water on her pristine dress. When Liam told me something felt off, I imagined a lot of things going wrong—but nothing like this.I don’t hesitate. I shove Sasha aside with more force than necessary and wade into the freezing water, ignoring the gasps from the gathered noblewomen. Their delicate murmurs of "scandal" barely register in my mind; all I can think about is Aubrey.Her wide, frightened eyes meet mine. “Your…” she begins, but her words falter as I reach her. Scooping her shivering body into my arms, I hold her close against my chest and step out of the water, my boots squelching against the soft grass.

KNOXI wake up with a start, my nose catching the lingering scent of my mate. But she’s nowhere to be found. My eyes land on the empty spot beside me, and all I can think about is last night—how it took everything in me not to fuck her.I wanted to. God, I wanted to. But I couldn’t. She wasn’t ready, not really. She might’ve seemed like she was, her body responding to me, her lips pleading for more—but I knew the truth. Her mind was desperate for an escape, searching for anything to drown out the pain of her memories.As much as I’d love to take that pain away, I couldn’t let mating be the answer. Not like this. I wouldn’t claim her, only for her to wake up regretting it. She deserves better than that. That’s why I gave her bliss in another way—someth

I feel the cool evening breeze flowing through my hair as I walk down the ancient cobblestone path of the castle gardens. The setting sun casts long shadows across the meticulously maintained flower beds, painting everything in hues of amber and gold. I've just finished another exhausting crown princess training session with Queen Grace—four hours of proper etiquette, diplomatic history, and the intricacies of royal bloodlines. My shoulders ache from maintaining perfect posture, and my mind feels like it's stuffed with cotton.I would love nothing more than to collapse in my chamber and soak in a hot bath, washing away the day's frustrations. Instead, I'm here, trying to savor these precious moments of solitude before tomorrow brings another grueling round of duties. The sweet fragrance of roses mingles with the earthy scent of freshly watered soil, offering small comfort to my weary spirit.My daily routine at the castle has become a carefully orchestrated dance—mornings spent in the

KNOXI stride away from the pavilion, my boots crunching against the gravel path as a war wages inside me. My father's urgent mind-link still echoes in my head, demanding my immediate presence, but all I can think about is Aubrey's confused expression as I abandoned our conversation. The cherry blossom petals swirl around my feet, carried by the evening breeze as I reluctantly put distance between us."Damn it," I mutter under my breath, running a hand through my hair. I'd finally gotten her to talk to me after days of avoidance, finally started to break through that carefully constructed wall she's built around herself, and now this.The blood on my uniform has begun to dry, turning from bright crimson to a rusty brown that flakes off with each movement. I should have changed before seeking her out, but after weeks of her slipping away every time I approached, I couldn't risk losing another opportunity. Now I've left her alone with questions I promised to answer, and the frustration

KNOXI stand frozen before the lifeless white wolf, its pristine fur gleaming under the ethereal blue light of the Ancient Heart. The creature's vacant eyes stare into nothingness, a haunting emptiness that makes my stomach churn. Despite the cool night air against my bare skin, sweat beads on my forehead as I try to process what I'm seeing."What the fuck is this?" I whisper, my voice barely audible even in the unnatural silence of the grove. The wolf's coat shimmers like freshly fallen snow, untouched by the decay that should have set in days ago. No smell of death, no signs of deterioration—just pristine white fur on a creature that shouldn't look this... preserved.Noah stands beside me, his expression grim in the bioluminescent glow. He's thrown on a loose shirt and pants he must have stashed nearby, the fabric hanging awkwardly on his lean frame. The blue fungi light casts strange shadows across his face, making him look older, more solemn than his years."This," he says, gestur