All Chapters of Rejected And Disowned Now Claimed By Four Ruthless Alphas: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Rael’s POVI feel the shift before anyone else. It settles into the air like the first drop of rain before a storm. Her breathing changes, her body trembles, and though Dagen’s knot is still locked deep inside her, I know her heat is already returning. It shouldn’t be possible, not this soon, not after what she’s just endured, but nothing about Veyra has followed the rules from the start. Her body is changing in ways none of us fully understand, and now we’re all forced to watch it happen without knowing how to help her.I step closer, unable to stop myself. Every instinct I have tells me to stay back, to let the others handle this, but I can't. Not when I can feel the pulse of her confusion and fear vibrating in the air between us. She doesn't even lift her head when I kneel beside her. She just stays there, her breathing unsteady, her body locked in that fragile stillness that tells me she is holding on by nothing more than instinct now.“You drank from him,” I say softly, my voice

Veyra’s POVWhen I wake, it feels like my entire body is buried beneath something heavy. Not just exhaustion, but something deeper, like my own skin is weighing me down. Every muscle aches, every breath feels like it takes effort. For a moment, I just lie there, staring up at the ceiling, unsure if I even have the strength to move. But slowly, and carefully, I force my eyes open.The light in the room is soft, but it still stings against my tired eyes. I let out a low groan as I push myself upright, dragging the blanket tighter around my body. Everything feels wrong and unfamiliar, but the worst part is the nagging sense that I should know exactly where I am. When I glance around, the memories trickle back like cold water.Dagen’s family pack, my enemy, a pack I was warned of.At least, that’s what this place used to be.Now? I’m not sure what to call it anymore.“How are you feeling?” Rael’s voice breaks the silence, gentle but cautious, like he isn’t sure how close he’s allowed to g

Vane’s POVThe car rolls to a smooth stop within the familiar grounds of the pack, and beside me, Veyra releases a quiet sigh as she stares out the tinted window.We all stay seated, not moving instantly. Each of us is waiting to see what she intends to do next, giving her space to take control. There's a chance she will act, not speak or ask questions. People outside begin to gather slowly, their curious gazes fixed on the car and it's clear that they are trying to see who is inside but they don't have any success in it. They whisper among themselves, undoubtedly wondering who sits behind the darkened glass.Finally, Veyra turns her head slightly toward us, though her eyes remain locked on the large doorway where Alpha Sethen stands waiting, watching us carefully, suspicion heavy in his expression."I need you to go out there and tell him I'm dead," she says suddenly, her voice calm and steady, so even and composed it shocks me.I turn sharply in my seat, unable to keep the surprise

Vane’s POVThe moment we step inside, the scent of smoke and old stone hits me like a wall. The air feels too still, too heavy, as if this house has been holding its breath since the last time someone bled here. Sethen walks ahead without looking back at us, his posture too casual for a man who just admitted to enjoying the thought of his daughter dead. He gestures lazily toward the two waiting maids, who appear as if summoned from the shadows, their heads bowed, their movements stiff. Neither looks at us directly as they move to pour drinks, setting glasses on the heavy table between the chairs.Dagen moves first. He strides across the room without hesitation and lowers himself into the chair nearest the fire. His calm is deliberate, calculated. A message, even if Sethen’s too arrogant to read it. Rael takes the seat beside him, his expression as closed as I’ve ever seen it. Maddox stands for a moment longer, jaw clenched, before he drops into the chair opposite Dagen. His knuckles a

Veyra’s POVI don’t know how long I’ve been sitting here, pressed back against the cold leather of the seat, but I haven’t moved once. My hands are clenched too tightly in my lap, my nails biting into my skin, but I can’t feel the pain. It’s like my body’s gone numb, except for my chest, where every breath burns and every heartbeat feels sharp enough to cut me open.Their voices drift to me through the stillness.Maybe I shouldn’t be able to hear them. The walls should block their words, but I hear them as clearly as if I’m standing inside that house, right there with them. I tell myself it’s just the bond, stretched thin now that the worst of my heat is behind me. Or maybe it’s something else. Something I’ve always ignored. Something in my blood that never fully belonged to this pack or any other.Sethen’s voice cuts through the silence first, it's calm, steady and cold.“She’s her father’s daughter.”The words shouldn’t surprise me. I already know. But hearing them spoken like that,