บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Hybrid: The Alpha Wants Us Back: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

After the meeting with the elders, Beta Adam returned straight to the pack house. As he stepped through the wide front doors, the scent of roasted chicken and fresh bread hit him, mingled with the faint chatter and laughter echoing down the hallway.He barely made it past the common room before a voice called out.“Beta Adam!” one of the pack teenagers shouted, bounding toward him.Adam turned just in time to catch a soccer ball being lobbed in his direction. He caught it easily with one hand, smirking. “Still trying to take me down, huh?”Another teen popped up behind the first. “You promised you'd help us plan the training routes for the tournament!”“And stay for dinner!” a girl added quickly, already tugging at his jacket sleeve. “Mira made that spicy stew you like.”Adam chuckled, loosening his tie with a shake of his head. “You lot don’t give up, do you?”“Nope,” they chimed together, grinning.He gave in with a sigh that wasn’t entirely reluctant. “Fine. Dinner. But just dinner

He smiled after he ended the call with Sandra, his heart filled with an unspoken joy at how everything had unfolded. The quiet hum of contentment settled over him like a warm blanket, his chest rising and falling with a rare sense of peace. After months of delicate conversations, cautiously hoping, and silent prayers to the Moon Goddess, things were finally aligning. Sandra would get to meet his people—his world, his family, the place that shaped the man he had become. And in turn, they would meet her, the woman who held his heart so gently yet so firmly, as if she’d always known how to carry it. He let out a breath, slow and steady, the corners of his mouth lifting again in a smile that wouldn’t leave. His parents had not objected either—a fact that did not surprise him. He had never truly feared their disapproval. They had always trusted his judgment, had always known that he didn’t offer his heart lightly. Their quiet acceptance had been another affirmation, a thread of reassurance

Alpha Liam stood on the upper balcony of his sprawling estate, eyes narrowed as he watched the flurry of activity below. His mother was standing beside him with crossed arms and taut expression.“She has no idea what a Luna is meant to do,” Lady Garvalle muttered. “Picking out dresses and preening like a peacock isn’t what the Moon Goddess taught us.”Liam sighed, slipping a platinum card from his pocket and handing it to the maid behind him.“Make sure Matilda gets this,” he said coolly. “Tell her I want her to travel abroad—get something extravagant for the festival. Something... fitting for a Luna.”The maid’s brows lifted in surprise. “Of course, Alpha. Shall I tell her you’d like her input for the ceremonial rites?”“No,” Liam replied flatly. “Tell her to take her time shopping. She can return the night before the festival.”Lady Garvalle smirked knowingly. “You’re sending her away to avoid the mess.”“She brings more chaos than charm,” Liam said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

The room was warm with laughter, flickering candlelight reflecting off polished wooden panels and the soft rustle of napkins as dishes were passed from hand to hand. It wasn’t grand—no palace dining hall—but there was something distinctly comforting about Beta Cruz’s quarters: the mismatched armchairs, the scent of rosemary chicken wafting from the kitchen, the faint tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the corner. The kind of place that felt lived in.Sandra sat between her mother and Adam, her fingers curled loosely around her water glass. Her mother, Anita, wore a soft pink cardigan and kept dabbing at her lips with a napkin even though she’d barely eaten. Her father, Joseph, had finally relaxed after a second glass of wine, the creases on his forehead easing into something like curiosity. Across from them sat Beta Cruz—Adam’s father—and his wife Luciana, both smiling with a kind of effortless grace that only came with long years of leadership and experience."That roast was amazi

The road to Riverdale curved like a silver thread beneath the fading light of dusk. Pines lined the path in solemn vigil, their dark silhouettes casting long shadows over the sleek black SUV as it made its way deeper into the forest. Inside, Daniella sat beside Dalton, her fingers curled lightly in her lap, gaze flickering between the passing trees and his steady profile.Sophie sat in the back, practically pressed against the window, her wide-eyed wonder at the new pack's territory clear. The Riverdale Pack lands were known for their breathtaking scenery—rolling hills, mist-wrapped streams, and the faint music of nature that never quite went silent. But the real reason they’d come wasn’t for the land. It was for the Moon Festival—and for Daniella, something more she hadn’t dared to name aloud.Dalton reached across the console, his fingers brushing hers with casual intimacy. “Nervous?” he asked softly.“A little,” she admitted. “I’ve never… celebrated the Moon Festival in another pac