All Chapters of The Rejected Hybrid: The Alpha Wants Us Back: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Alpha Kyle gestured for them to sit near the great hearth, where a circle of thick rugs and fur-covered seats formed a quiet gathering space. As the others trickled in, the warmth of the fire cast flickering gold across their faces. Daniella settled beside Dalton, the steady pressure of his presence a comfort as she glanced around, unsure of what she’d stirred with her question.“You asked a simple question,” Alpha Kyle said, the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “But as with most simple questions, the truth is layered.”The other elders took seats around them, quiet and still. Even the younger wolves who entered with food and blankets paused and sat along the perimeter, sensing something important was about to unfold.Alpha Kyle looked into the fire for a long moment before speaking.“There was a time,” he began, “before the Silverpine were a pack. Before we had a name or even a home. We were nomads. Scattered remnants of bloodlines lost in the wars that tore throug

Snow hissed under the boots of twenty-five warriors as the joint task force moved through the timberline at the edge of Frostrise Valley. The sun was a dim smudge behind thick clouds, casting a steel-gray pallor over the land. Frost laced every branch like silver veins, and the wind carried whispers that made the wolves' hackles rise.Alpha Kyle led at the front, his coat pulled tight around him. Beside him strode Beta Marcus, eyes scanning the horizon like a hawk hunting movement. Gamma Elora flanked them, her hands gripping her leather-bound notebook, the pages fluttering in the cold like restless wings.Dalton walked a step behind them, his pace clipped with frustration. He hadn't wanted to bring her.“Daniella, this is not your fight,” he’d said the night before, his voice quiet but firm in the room they shared at the Silverpine estate.“It became my fight the moment I married you andbacame your Luna,” she’d answered, chin high, eyes steady. “I need to see this with my own eyes.”

Two days had passed since Daniella was taken, and she had not slept much since the first night. Her dreams had been twisted and vivid—images of Dalton’s worried face, Liam’s cold stare, the flickering blood moon, and the haunting silver eyes of the Iskralith. Every time she drifted off, she woke with a jolt, as though her body knew it was not where it belonged.And surprisingly, she hadn’t been harmed.The inhabitants of the Iskralith Valley, for all their otherworldly strangeness, were gentle. They did not speak often, but when they did, it was with soft tones and clear, serene eyes. There was no resentment. No mockery. No contempt. Their presence was calming, like being wrapped in snowfall—quiet, constant, and strangely intimate.On the morning of the second day, one of the female attendants, whose name Daniella had learned was Saelith, entered her chamber with a kind smile.“The queen wishes you to walk today, if you feel strong enough,” Saelith said gently, offering her a robe of

The war room in Alpha Kyle’s mansion was in a frenzy, Maps lay scattered across a wide oak table, their surfaces marked with strokes and pins.Alpha Dalton paced restlessly near the hearth, fists clenched, jaw tight. His usually composed face was strained, haunted by sleepless nights. He hadn't stopped moving since Daniella vanished.“She wouldn’t have left willingly,” he said, voice rough. “Not without telling someone.”“I agree,” Elora said quietly, brushing a hand across her eyes. “She was standing with a guard. Something pulled her away.”“I’ve already dispatched the eastern scouts to the ravine passes,” Alpha Kyle’s gamma added, arms folded, his bulky frame stiff with worry. “If she’s somewhere near the glacial border, they’ll find her.”“We don’t even know what we’re dealing with,” Mirelle added, voice low. “These visions… the whispers of frost... If she’s crossed into whatever realm these Iskralith belong to, our weapons may be useless.”A heavy silence followed.Dalton stopped

SilverpineThe firelight glowed golden across the ceremonial grounds, the entire pack had gathered—warriors, seers, scouts, elders, and younglings alike. Even the mountain spirits seemed to hold their breath.Tonight was not for mourning, nor war cries. It was for recognition. For healing.Alpha Kyle stepped forward onto the stone dais, Luna Mirelle at his side, her silver robes flowing like moonlight. Their expressions were was one of gratitude, relief and hope.“In the wake of fire and frost,” Kyle began, his voice calm but thunder-deep, “we have found not ashes… but peace.”A murmur of reverence swept through the crowd.“For decades,” he continued, “we spoke of the Veil as myth. We warned our children never to walk the frost paths. We armed ourselves against shadows we did not understand. And in our fear, we forgot the truth of our ancestors. We forgot the Iskralith.”He paused, letting silence settle.“And yet it was not warriors who won this peace,” he said slowly. “Not swords. N