All Chapters of Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

An hour before … Jax had orchestrated his appearance with the precision of a master performer. Jax swapped his tactical clothing for a tailored, expensive linen suit that emphasized his wealth and competence. His crisp, high-end cologne contrasted sharply with the stale air of the office. His mission was simple: gather intelligence. His method was strategic seduction. The third floor executive level of Alpha Vincent's headquarters was hushed, built from polished marble and reflective steel. The silence was broken only by the faint sound of the air conditioning, amplifying the sense of high-stakes tension. Jax waited, moving with the practiced leisure of someone who owned every room he entered, until he saw his mark. A woman emerged from a side hallway. Her arms were wrapped around an impossibly large, teetering cardboard box, her shoulders slumped beneath its weight. Her dar

In the Royal Palace in Canada … King Arthur's composure cracked under a surge of restless energy, driving him into a harsh, grinding pace that carved an invisible path across the Palace entrance. He hadn’t closed his eyes once last night. He existed in a state of suspended animation, his entire being tethered to this one day, the day the final thread of his decades-long search would be drawn from the dark. His vigil was for the arrival of the former Luna of the Moon Howlers pack, Alpha Atticus’s mother, the only soul believed capable of shattering the silence that had long veiled his sister’s disappearance. A tactical squad of his most formidable warriors, under the command of Chief Warrior Walther, had been dispatched hours ago. Arthur felt an acute certainty that this individual was the hinge upon which his entire future turned, the key to locating his sister, the missing Princess, and his nephew, the ri

The quiet of the living room shattered in an instant. The woman who had, until moments ago, embodied the image of a gentle, aging Luna, her movements slow, her mind seemingly dulled by time, rose from her seat with a sudden, breathtaking grace that peeled away the illusion she had worn for years. “Walther!” she cried with the fierce joy of recognition, her voice ringing with the clarity of someone who had never once doubted this moment would come. In three swift, elegant strides she crossed the room. Walther still stood frozen, unable to process the impossible truth unfolding before his eyes. Before he could speak, she wrapped her arms around his neck in a grip so familiar, so heartbreakingly familiar, it felt like the embrace of a ghost returned to flesh. Her eyes, wide and luminous, held the brilliance of a soul unburdened, one that had been missing from the Kingdom for over twenty years.

Walther leaned forward, his voice barely audible over the immense vibration. “You have been hiding in the interior of the continent. How did Harry bring you and Atticus across the territories without anyone raising an alarm?” Jass closed her eyes, trying to conjure the blank space of her memory. “I... I have no direct recall. Harry told me we traveled at night, under the deep forest canopy. He used an ancient, rarely traveled path that cuts through the abandoned mining regions. He said he kept me heavily sedated, convincing local patrols I was suffering from a high fever. It took weeks. He risked everything, knew what the rebels would do if they found me.” Walther whistled softly, a sound of respect. “The man possessed extraordinary nerve. He risked the wrath of the Crown to shelter the Crown.” As the helicopter climbed and banked, the land below transformed into the expansive, rugged tapes

Alpha Atticus sat alone in his study, waiting for the connection with his Beta to stabilize. The villa was a fortress of reinforced concrete and glass, situated on a secluded beachfront estate on the island of Barbados. He frowned at the buffering screen, the satellite uplink was frustratingly slow. The relentless search for Anna, who remained elusive, had completely worn down his patience. He needed to coordinate with Jax, and he needed it now. Privacy here was total. The area was protected by several layers of guards and technology, and the closest neighbors were far away, hidden behind thick, untouched land. It was a secure place for the elite, where unauthorized entry was theoretically impossible. It was this expectation of total security that made the sudden, violent banging on his front door so jarring. It wasn’t a polite ring or a tentative tap, it was a loud, aggressive pounding that resonated through the thick walls. Atti