All Chapters of Rejected By MY Alpha ~ Claimed By His Beta: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

KARI’S POVIt was the day before the first Blood Moon in Silvermoon, and as expected, it felt surreal.Excitement hung in the air, mine and those of my pack members.The air felt like it knew what was coming and leaned closer to listen.I stood on the small platform inside the dressmaker’s shop, arms lifted as a gorgeous fabric was pinned and adjusted around me. Soft silver and deep blue flowed over my skin, the ceremonial gown catching the light every time I breathed and moved.Tomorrow, under the blood moon, I would have to retake my oath to protect and lead Silvermoon with all my strength.Charlotte clasped her hands together, eyes shining. “Oh, Luna, you look radiant. Aphrodite would be so proud.”Bianca circled me slowly, head tilted. “She does look amazing,” she agreed with a huge smile that reflected her admiration. “Though if Viktor sees you before the ceremony, I fear we may have to revive him.”I laughed, heat rushing to my cheeks. “You’re both dramatic.” I brushed a hand

KARI'S POVI woke slowly to a wicked pounding in my head. It felt like I was being dragged from darkness by a weight pressing against my chest.At first, I thought it was the lingering haze of wine or the exhaustion after the Blood Moon ceremony. The beginnings of a yawn teetered on the edge of my consciousness, and my limbs felt heavy.And sluggish, as though I’d run for miles and then collapsed without rest. My head throbbed even harder as I raised my head, every pulse echoing behind my closed eyes.But then I furrowed my brows. The silence was wrong.Silvermoon was never this quiet. Even in the early hours, there were sounds, guards laughing as they went about their duties, distant voices of the castle workers, and the soft stir of life waking.This silence was thick. And it was suffocating me slowly.I carefully forced my eyes open, as they too felt like they'd been glued shut. What is wrong with me? I thought, studying the room bleakly.Stone walls greeted me.Cold. Pale. Fa

KARI’S POVI counted the days by the way the light shifted across the stone floor, from the slightly opened window.And yes, I did consider leaping out of the window and making an escape, until I peered out and immediately saw how high up it was. I was desperate, but I was also smart enough to know that although making the jump wouldn't kill me, it'd injure me enough that I would be captured by Titan's men.Who knows? He might decide to chain me again, and I couldn't have that.I needed my wits and access to my limbs.At first, it was easy.The first day, I woke up, completely certain that Viktor would already be on his way to me.The second day, I imagined him tearing through the gates of Wilder pack, bloodied but unstoppable.By the third, I was almost giddy with my hope. My confidence was so loud, so unshakable, that even Titan’s smug glances couldn’t pierce it.“He’ll come,” I sneered at him every time he appeared at my door. “You know he will. Then he'll kill you for laying your

INDIRA’S POV“Leave us.”I raised my head at the voice, then waited until the annoying laughter and coughing and muttering outside my cell, finally ceased.There was no sound of footsteps until Alan’s form stopped outside the thick, silver bars.“Get up, and come closer.”I huffed out and indignant breath at the sharp order, but I still pushed myself upright slowly, every joint protesting.My body had certainly gone stiff from weeks of deliberate neglect and confinement . I didn’t rush to the bars. No, I took my sweet time, exaggerating each step until I could feel his impatience and frustration in the air.Alan descended the steps with the same careful gait he always used, making no noise. And in his hands was a tray of food.The smell reached me and I groaned with need before I could stop myself.Real food, finally.“Are you going to give that to me or what?!” I snarled savagely, unable to tear my eyes away from the roasted pheasant and fresh, steaming bread. And the butter and wate

KARI’S POVI woke with the unmistakable feeling of being watched.My eyes flew open, my heart lurching violently in my chest as I sucked in a sharp breath. For a split second, the room spun, the dimming sunlight filtering through the heavy drapes, a proof that I'd slept longer than I intended.“Gods,” I startled as my gaze landed on the form on the other side of my bed.Indira stood completely still, arms crossed ber chest, and her her weight resting lazily on one hip as she regarded me like an unpleasant curiosity. “What're you doing in here?” I queried, rolling out of bed and standing up, so we could be eye level.Her lips slowly curved into a mocking smile, the kind she’d worn often enough in the past that it still knew exactly where to cut.“Well look at you,” she drawled condescendingly. “Sleeping soundly in the room that used to be yours, I suppose captivity suits you better than I imagined.”I straightened my spine, the remnants of sleep evaporating instantly. “Leave me,” I