All Chapters of THE ALPHA’S PUBLIC REJECTION : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

LILLIAN POVThe hospital was my sanctuary. Here, I was just Dr. Lillian. The beeping monitors and patient charts did not care about pack politics.I was finishing notes when a nurse, Maya, approached me. She looked uneasy.Dr. Lillian? There is a patient waiting for you. In your office.”I paused. “In my office? They should be in an exam room.”“The patient insisted. You were asked for by name.”A cold feeling settled in my stomach. “Is it a man or a woman?”“A woman,” Maya said.Not Baron, I thought with quick relief. But the relief did not last. “Thank you, Maya. I will go now.”I finished up quickly, with my mind uneasy, and walked to my office. The door was closed. I turned the handle and stepped inside.Sharon sat in my chair behind my desk.She looked calm and neat, with her hands folded. She looked like she owned the place.My blood ran cold. “Get out.”She did not move. She smiled nastily. “Is that how you greet patients, Doctor? ‘Get out’ ? I thought healers helped people.”“

The lobby of the Grand Crest Hostel was quiet in the mid-afternoon. Polished floors reflected the light from crystal chandeliers. It was a place for wealthy travelers and discreet Businessmen .Sharon stood at the reception desk. She looked out of place. Her clothes were neat but simple, and her eyes held a sharp, restless energy that did not match the calm luxury around her.“I am here to see Baron,” she told the clerk, her voice low but firm. “It is urgent. He will want to hear what I have to say.” The clerk, a young man with a practiced polite smile, hesitated. “Mr. Baron is guest. I cannot disturb him without—”“Tell him it is Sharon. From the Luxembourg Pack. Tell him it concerns….future arrangements.” Then she leaned slightly on the desk. “He will see me.”The clerk picked up a phone, speaking in hushed tones. After a moment, he nodded. “He will be down shortly. You may wait there.” He pointed to a seating area of plush armchairs.Sharon didn’t sit. She stood perfectly still, w

LILLIAN POVThe mansion had become bubble of activity, but it was a happy kind of chaos. In just a few days, the pack’s Autumn Gala would be held at the pack house, and the excitement was contagious, even to all the way out here.Willow had practically taken over the sunroom, turning it into her design studio. Folds of fabric were everywhere—rich, velvet, shimmering silt, delicate lace. Sketches were pinned to the walls. She moved with a focused energy, her fingers constantly measuring, pinning, and sketching.“This is my favorite part,” she said to me one afternoon, as she held up a sketch. “Taking and idea and making it real. This gala is the first happy thing this pack has had in months. People need to feel that when they walk in. They need to see the beauty and celebration.”I was helping her sort batches of fabric. “It sounds like a lot of pressure.”“It is a joy,” she corrected with a bright smile on her face. “And I have help!”As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and a few moments

DRAKE POVThe eastern border reports were on my desk. Again. I slammed my hand angrily in the table. “Enough,” I growled to Lucas, who stood across from me. “This is not just testing anymore. It is an insult. I want to send a message to their Alpha. A direct, hard warning.”Lucas shifted uncomfortably. “Andre advised against that. He thinks demanding a meeting or sending a formal warning will look weak. Like we are asking for permission to defend our own land.“He is right,” Lucas continued, even though he looked just as frustrated as I felt. “If we go to them, it will look like we are complaining. The only language a pack like this will understand is action. We wait. The moment they touch one of us—really touch them—we retaliate. Not with a warning. With force.”I hated the logic of it. Waiting felt like a weakness. But I knew they were right. An Alpha who begs for peace is not an Alpha for long.The door opened, and Andre walked in with a cloudy expression on his face.“Speak of th

DRAKE POVI was in my office, working on the final guest list for the gala. The door swung open without a knock. Andre walked in with a solemn expression on his face.“We have visitors,” he said in a low voice. “Emissaries from the Water Ridge pack. Alpha Kael’s men. They are here.”I put down my pen. So Elara’s father had sent his reply. Not a phone call, not a letter, but a formal emissaries. That meant he was making a statement.“Who is receiving them?” I asked.“Beta Ben and Lucas. They are in the main greeting room. They are being polite, but they are waiting for you.”We were still talking when a firm knock sounded at the door. And Beta Ben entered with a serious expression on his face. “Alpha, the emissaries from water Ridge—”“Let them in,” I cut him off calmly. I remained seated behind my desk. An Alpha does not stand to receive a complaint.Ben nodded and stepped back out. A moment later, three men walked in. They wore the grey and blue colors of the Water Ridge pack. They