All Chapters of THE ALPHA’S PUBLIC REJECTION : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

LILLIAN POVAndre’s words stayed with me long after he had left the hospital. We are approaching the end. They were heavy, final words that chased away any relief and joy about Elara.I finished my shift in a daze without registering anything and anyone around me, as my mind kep circling the threats. Elias using Willow. Baron’s strange warning. Sharon’s venom. They were like wolves separating one member from the herd. But why? What was the end game?Simon drove me back to the mansion, but instead of the usual quiet comfort, the grand house felt like a cage tonight. A beautiful, temporary shelter, but still a shelter.Salome and Lydia were in the living room, trying to pick out jewelry for the gala. The scene was so normal that it ached.“Lillian! Look at these earrings,” Lydia called out happily as she held out sparking sapphires. “Do they scream ‘festive’ or ‘trying too hard?’“They are beautiful,” I said with a forced smile on my face. I could not bring myself to join them. The weig

ANDRE POVI was in my office, trying to focus on the pack’s patrol schedules. But my mind kept drifting to Lillian, to the storm we all felt coming. The quiet in the room felt heavy.A soft knock sounded at my door.“Come in,” I called out, without looking up from the map on my table.The door opened slowly. I glanced and saw Willow standing there. She gave me a small, fragile smile that did not reach her eyes.“Willow,” I said and immediately stood up. Something was wrong. I could see it in the way she held herself like she might break. Then I walked around the desk to meet her. “Are you okay? What is wrong?”She did not answer right away. She walked to one of the chairs in front of my desk and sank into it, as if her legs could not hold her anymore.“I was with the ladies earlier,” she began in a quiet. “Lillian, Salome, Lydia. We were talking. About….about my date. The failed one.”My heart dropped. But I stayed standing, leaning against my desk, giving her space by staying close.

DRAKE POVI was in the war room with Lucas and Beta Ben. We were going over the final security plan for the gala. There were maps spread across the table, which was marked with guard posts and patrol routes.“The main risk is the crowd,” Lucas said and pointed at the entrance of the grand hall. “Anyone could slip in with a guest. We need to check every invitation at the door, without any exceptions.”“I have a list of all confirmed guests,” Beta Ben added, and held up a folder. “Three hundred and twenty seven people from twelve allied packs. Plus our own pack members.”The door opened and Andre walked in with a tired look on his face and nodded sharply. “The perimeter teams are set. I have tripled the patrols in the woods around the pack house. Nothing gets within a mile without us knowing.”“Good,” I said. I looked at the three of them—my Beta, my head of security and my trusted council member. “We cannot let fear ruin this. The pack needs to see strength, but also celebration. We wa

LILLIAN POVMy hands would not stop shaking.I was at the hospital, but my mind was mikes away. It kept circling back to last night—that sharp, sudden pain in my chest where the mate bond lived. And then the flowers. The necklace. The dinner invitation. It felt like a beautiful, desperate performance.“Dr. Lillian?” My elderly patient, Mrs. Alba, smiled up at me from the exam bed. “is everything alright, dear? You seem a little pale.”“I am fine, Mrs. Alba. Just a long day.” I forced a smile on my face and picked up the syringe. It was a simple B12 injection. I had done it a thousand times. My fingers fumbled with the cap, as my hand shook violently.I swabbed her arm, my movement automatic as my mind flashed to Andre’s distant eyes, at our last meeting. The way he had hugged me a little too tightly, like he was holding on to something slipping away.“Just a small pinch,” I murmured, as I lined up the needle.But my focus wavered again. Instead of aiming for the muscle, my shaking han

ANDRE POVLucas was in my chambers, trying desperately to get me to focus, to cheer up. I was supposed to be getting ready for dinner with Lillian. My tuxedo and white was laid out in the bed, but I could not bring my self to put them on.“So,” Lucas said as he leaned against the doorframe. “The Glass house, huh? Fancy. You sure you remember which fork to use for salad? He chuckled as he tried to lighten the heavy air in the room.I barely registered the joke. My mind was a thousand miles away, stuck in my office two nights ago. The memory played over and over again in my head. Willow’s tears, her soft lips, the shock and the guilt.“Andre.” Lucas called out impatiently. He was no longer smiling. He crossed the room quickly, grabbed my shoulders, and turned me around to face him. His grip was firm and almost painful. “What is your deal? Talk to me. You have been a ghost for two days.”I tried to shrug him off lightly, “it is nothing, just stress. The gala, the security, everything.”“