All Chapters of Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

The Alpha's proposal replayed in my mind for days, an idea as absurd as it was unexpected. It haunted my thoughts, a constant, nagging question that overshadowed everything else. I spent restless nights and distracted days trying to decipher his true motives, to uncover what possible advantage he could gain from an engagement, and even more so, from a marriage to me. My mind replayed every interaction, every shared look, every moment of his suspicious behavior. The fact that he seemed to have investigated my background even before I met him was a glaring red flag, but beyond that, there was nothing concrete to explain this extraordinary proposition. There was no logical reason, and the lack of a clear motive made me even more suspicious. At this moment, I was hunched over my desk in the Alpha’s sprawling, sun-drenched office. The room was always impeccably clean, and the air smelled faintly of fresh paper and expensive co

“Anna, what are your plans for the future? You can’t just keep working like this forever. Lunar Crest is doing well without you. You need a solid private life, and honestly, I'm so worried about you.” It was Margie who, with a single, serious question, completely changed the tone of our video call. The playful teasing vanished, replaced by a deep-seated concern. The smiles on Amy and Jor’s faces faded, and they leaned closer to the screen, their expressions mirroring her solemnity. My heart sank. I should have seen this coming, this was inevitable. Now that they were all settled in their own lives, their full attention had turned to me. I was their problem child now, the one who was still single and unattached. They wouldn't give up. They would keep asking questions, pushing me to find a mate and start a family, just like them. And with the pups on the way, I had to come up with a better e

In the Kingdom, the stronghold of the Royal werewolf family, the heavy iron doors of the prison groaned open, pushed by two guards whose faces betrayed no emotion. The air inside was damp and metallic, thick with the scent of confinement, rust, and old blood, as if the walls themselves remembered every howl and plea that had ever echoed through them. Chief Warrior Walther stepped into the corridor, his boots landing heavily on the stone beneath him. His expression was carved in granite, unapproachable, unreadable, and cold, a man who had long since learned to bury sentiment beneath duty. From the shadows of his cell, Alpha Atticus stirred, his voice emerging like a low snarl from the dark. "What is it this time, Chief? Has the King finally roused himself from his endless slumber? Is he ready to explain why I rot in this hole without trial, without cause? Or is he still too much of a coward to face me himse