All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha King, Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I hope I'm making sense to you.I don't know about you, but sometimes...just like Scarlet had run off. We all feel the weight so heavy on our shoulders, that we sometimes wish we could run off like she did.Yes, life is a lot. And right now, I don't think I blame her for wanting to leave everything and run. Do you think she's going to scale through this?This is not your regular werewolf book though. A lot is coming.

Scarlet’s POVThe vision faded, and the world snapped back into cold, harsh reality. My chest felt tight, my breathing shallow, my heart hammering as if I’d just surfaced from drowning. The chains digging into my wrists confirmed it. I was still in the same cell, the same darkness, the same hell.Yet something wasn’t the same.Even with wolfsbane burning in the air, my senses sharpened unnaturally. A pull stirred deep inside me. A bond, faint but unmistakable—reaching across miles, brushing against my spirit. Then came a distant howl, raw and familiar enough to make my eyes sting.“Damien,” I whispered, struggling against the invisible weight holding me down.Williams… I can feel him, Scar murmured as she finally stirred from the deep slumber she’d fallen into. Her awakening flooded me with strength, heat, and clarity. For the first time in days, I felt alive. Powerful. Almost powerful enough to snap the chains.But not enough to outrun a prison full of guards once Scar burned out.

Scarlet’s POVI could hear muffled voices from somewhere far away. Soft sounds at first, like whispers that refused to make sense. Slowly, the words began to form.My vision was blurry. My hands felt weak, far too weak to lift even a finger. Shapes hovered around me, tall and distorted, like trees swaying out of focus.“When will she wake up?”The words finally registered, faint but clear enough.“Ouch,” I whimpered.Immediately, everything shifted.My eyes fluttered open, landing on the ceiling above me. Crystal chandeliers glowed softly, lighting the room exactly the way it used to be. Nothing had changed. The curtains were untouched. The furniture remained in its place. It was as if no one had lived here since the day I left.It felt like time had stood still.“Hey, can you see me?” A man dressed in white rushed toward me.Damien followed closely behind him, his face drawn tight with worry.I cannot believe I am still alive. I was certain I had died. How did he—“Are you okay?” Dam

Scarlet’s POV“You share the same bloodline. And you are the one destined to kill her. So anyone who touches her…” he paused, his gaze drifting toward Damien, who gave him a subtle nod to continue.My heart raced violently in my chest. It felt like I had been dragged back into a cycle I had once escaped, a fate I had fought so hard to leave behind. None of this made any sense. Not now. Not after everything.“Why would I share the same bloodline with someone as evil as that?” I retorted, turning sharply to Damien, disbelief flashing in my eyes.Judging from the look on his face, he believed every single word the old man was saying.That realization hurt more than I expected.“Fine!” I snapped, slamming my hand hard against the bed. “So what?” My eyes burned with fury, bulging as tears threatened to spill. “Even if all of whatever it is you’re saying is true, what have you contributed to any of this?”“Scarlet…”“Damien, stop!” I lashed out, my breathing uneven as rage consumed me. “All

Scarlet's POV “I welcome you all to our midst today,” Damien began, sending me an excited wink. It was impossible to miss how happy he was, not just to have me back in his pack, but back in his arms. As much as he had proven himself worthy of me, we both knew the truth. Our love was born in chaos. It survived betrayal, blood, and prophecy. There were still battles ahead. We were not naïve about that. But we were prepared. Joel, though still recovering. One remaining Sister of Light. And the soldiers Joel had brought with him. We were not standing alone anymore. “I presume we all know the reason for our gathering today?” Damien asked. “Yes!” the pack roared in unison. Fists rose into the air. Whistles followed. Cheers and jeers filled the courtyard. “Beautiful,” Damien said with a grin. He turned slightly and stretched out his hand, signaling for me to come forward. My legs felt unbearably heavy as I stepped ahead. My gaze drifted briefly to Joel, seated behind the crowd, resti