All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Desired By The Immortal King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 108

POV: Kaelith The pyre waited beneath the pine ridge built from stones we hadn’t dared move since the war. We stacked them by hand, one for each pack that had answered Kade’s last howl. Blackthorn’s stones at the base, Hollow’s beside it, Crescent’s above fused together by ash and stubborn will. At the top lay a bier of ironwood, its grain charred in runic patterns. The Hollowflame burned there, quiet as breath. It didn’t rage anymore. It didn’t need to. It simply was. The ridge was full of wolves. Some sat in skin, others in fur, some halfway between because grief makes you forget which language your body knows best. The air smelled of pine sap, smoke, and rain caught in wolf fur. Night hadn’t fallen yet, but the sky was already dark heavy with clouds shaped like memories we hadn’t finished naming. I stood at the edge of the pyre and held the child. Small thing. Warm. Heavy with the kind of trust that makes you believe in gods again, if only to have someone to thank. Its hair

POV: Araya The road ended at a gate that wasn’t a gate.Light thinned there, stretched so taut it hummed. Beyond it, Solara’s pulse beat slow and wounded. Dorian’s hand found mine warm, steady.“Ready?” he asked.“I think it’s been waiting too long for anyone to be ready.”We stepped through.Scent fell away. Sound dulled. Overhead, the divine city hovered like a broken halo palaces turned inside out, spires leaning into the void. In the middle of it all floated the Hall, the only place that hadn’t fallen. The gods built it from will, not stone; will dies last.We crossed a bridge of glass that regrew beneath each step. Silence pressed in until even thinking felt loud. Nyxara stirred beneath my ribs.Something here remembers owning you.“I remember it, too,” I murmured.---Inside SolaraThe Hall was enormous and empty.Light didn’t reveal it light obeyed it. Pillars rose like ribs into a ceiling painted with constellations that moved too slowly to be called motion. At the centre, ha

POV: Araya When the Hall Held Its BreathThe Throne of Ash hummed beneath my palms, warm as a hearth after a long night.Solara’s vault had dimmed to an honest glow, no glare, no sermon, constellations drifting like lanterns on a slow river.Selene stood on the first riser, calm and bare-wristed. Dorian’s light stitched cracks through the Hall. Nyxara curled against my ribs, awake and watchful.We’d turned a weapon into a workstation.Then every star above us paused.Not stopped listening.Heat drew inward, gathering between my hands where the throne’s heart beat. The air thickened, the way a crowd quiets before something sacred.“Hold,” I said. Dorian’s fingers tightened. Selene’s shoulders squared tide choosing not to withdraw.A hum rose from nowhere and everywhere, settling in my bones like a name I’d forgotten.Nyxara’s hackles lifted. She’s coming.“Who?” Dorian asked.“Not who,” Selene murmured. “What?”The hum smiled.> At last, a little verdict.Chaos spoke.---POV: Chaos

POV: Kaelith The night smelled like rain that forgot to fall. From the ridge above Blackthorn, a thousand fires stitched the world lines of light over hills, rivers, ruins. They burned in a hesitant rhythm that steadied until even the wind seemed to listen. Every flame marked a promise: mortals choosing to stand beneath the same sky that once crushed them. Wolves answered. Their howls braided through the valleys, calling one another home. For the first time since the gods broke, the world sounded alive. Under the awe, something pulsed the slow beat that haunts every silence since the Throne of Ash breathed. Boom… boom. The world’s new heartbeat: patient, watchful, unfinished. I touched the brazier beside me. The flame leaned toward my hand like a familiar. Warm, not wild the Hollowflame reborn as mercy. Araya’s fire. The queen who refused a crown. “Begin,” I whispered. The flame shivered, listening. Below, the square is filled. Wolves threaded the crowd without fear.