Todos los capítulos de Rejected By MY Alpha ~ Claimed By His Beta: Capítulo 271 - Capítulo 280

TITAN'S POVThe throne room door was open.Not wide. Just enough. A crack of amber firelight spilling out into the corridor like it was waiting for me.Like she knew.I stopped in the corridor with Viktor one step behind me and listened.Nothing.No voices. No movement. Just the quiet, steady breath of a building settling into night.I pushed the door open.Indira was standing at the window.She didn't turn around.She was wearing something dark, her hair pinned up, her posture the way it always was. Straight. Controlled. Like she was born standing at attention and had never fully learned to stop.I walked in.Viktor stayed at the door.The room looked the same. The chairs, the long table, the torches on the wall. Everything in its place. And yet it felt wrong in a way I couldn't describe, like a shoe on the wrong foot. Slightly off. Uncomfortable in a way that built slowly the longer you stood in it.My chair.She had been sitting in my chair.I looked at it for a moment and then loo

VIKTOR'S POVI put Indira in the east wing holding room.Two guards on the door. Men I had known for years. Men whose loyalties I was certain of because I had spent the better part of two hours that afternoon, while Titan briefed the others, quietly confirming that certainty with Alan.She sat down when I brought her in. Folded her hands. Looked at the wall.She didn't fight. She didn't argue. She didn't ask what would happen to her.None of that was right.I looked at her for a moment before I left."You're comfortable," I said. It wasn't a question.She looked at me. Her expression was perfectly neutral."I'm tired," she said. "It's been a long few months.""Mm," I said.I left.I walked back down the corridor toward the throne room and I thought about it the whole way.The way she had stood up when I said to. The way she had let me walk her out. The way she had sat down in that room without a word of protest.Indira was many things.Compliant was not one of them.Titan was at the h

INDIRA’S POVThe cottage was small.Two rooms, a fire, a window that looked out over flat grassland stretching east toward the tree line. Nobody for miles in any direction except the woman I had paid to be here and the child she had been keeping for me.His name was Caden.I had named him myself because there had been no one else to do it. I had carried him alone and delivered him in this same cottage with no one present but the woman and a midwife I had brought from three territories over, someone with no connection to Wilder Pack and no reason to speak.I had done a great many things alone.I was used to it.The woman, Maret, handed him to me when I arrived. He was awake, which surprised me slightly. It was past midnight and he should have been asleep, but he was awake and looking at the ceiling with the intense, serious concentration of someone working through a complex problem.He looked like Titan.That had always been the part I hadn’t entirely prepared for.I sat down near the

INDIRA’S POVThe evening meal was always served at seven.It had been that way since before Titan’s father died, a tradition so embedded in the rhythm of Wilder Pack that even my restructuring of the guard rotation and the council schedule hadn’t touched it.Some things you didn’t change.I sat at the head of the long table in the great hall, in Titan’s chair, which I had taken to occupying at meals with a deliberateness that was entirely intentional.Symbols mattered.Where you sat mattered.Who stood and who sat in your presence mattered.These were lessons I had learned early, growing up in a house where I was always slightly outside the warmth. Always present but never quite included. Always the daughter from the first marriage, the one who existed in the margins of a family that had reorganised itself around people who weren’t me.I had watched and I had learned and I had filed everything away with the patience of someone who understood that timing was everything.My time had ar

TITAN’S POVShe was still at the table when I walked in.I honestly expected her to run or do something at least. But nothing happened.Instead she was sitting at the same spot where I last saw her. The hall was quiet, which was kinda weird to be honest.Every head turned.I stood in the doorway and let them look.I was aware of everything happening around me. I had come back looking like a man who had been through something and survived it.I mean as I should.Good.I wanted them to see that.Thinking is back.I wanted every person in this hall to know that I had ridden into the territory of an enemy and come back standing, and that the woman sitting in my chair was just an imposter.I walked into the hall.The pack members on the benches separated the moment they saw me.Some of them hadn’t seen me in weeks.I could tell some people recognized me. While some didn't immediately finish processing what they were staring at.I stopped at the foot of the dais, looking up at her in my