All Chapters of Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Anna’s Point of View still Dinner, after the tense exhaustion of the day, was superb! And yes, leave it to werewolves to turn something as mundane as a meal into a full-blown ritual, a feast laced with laughter, heat, and the kind of chaos that made your blood sing. We took over a private dining room, an essential measure allowing us to indulge without the self-conscious need to moderate our consumption for the benefit of bewildered human onlookers. Our massive appetites, the sheer mountains of protein devoured and the quantity of potent alcohol we consumed always drew unwanted attention. Werewolves possess a colossal, ceaseless need for protein, and since the liquors brewed by humans have little practical effect on our resilient systems, we can work through liters and still maintain absolute sobriety. Tonight, I made a conscious decision to grant Jass a res

A huge wave of relief hit me, and I finally let out a deep breath, one that felt like it had been stuck inside me for ages. For the first time in forever, the air felt clean as it passed through me.Telling her everything, laying that heavy secret bare to the one person who truly mattered, my best friend and Luna, was like unlocking a door I didn’t know I’d been trapped behind. It felt like someone had ripped off a weighted cloak I’d been dragging around. I was lighter. Clearer. Even my breath felt different, like it could finally move through me without hitting walls of fear or lies. Jor listened with a resolute focus, the kind of absolute attention characteristic of an Alpha’s mate assessing a severe threat. She didn't interrupt me once. What mattered most was that she didn’t flinch. No judgment, no anger, just this steady, focused presence. She listened wi

In the Kingdom Palace ... “Cleo, what is the status? Are there any complications?” King Arthur’s voice, filtered through the private mind link to his Deputy Chief Warrior, was laced with an undeniable edge of anxiety. The next few hours weren’t just important, they were critical. The smooth succession of the Throne, and more urgently, the fragile public image of the Lycan Royal family, were at stake. Arthur needed every detail of today’s plan to unfold perfectly. The transition had to look seamless, inevitable, and beyond criticism. ‘Your Majesty, the Beta daughter has withdrawn,’ Cleo reported, her tone devoid of any emotion, the neutrality itself serving as a chilling confirmation of the setback. King Arthur stiffened in his office chair, the sudden, unwanted static in the mind link mirroring the sharp shock that hit him. This kind of disruption wasn’t part

I ignored Eluna’s chilling, silky taunt, her final challenge about my "tangled affairs" and focused my entire, glacial attention on the man who had orchestrated this entire, sickening ambush: King Arthur. I refused to let the Alpha Female's power game distract me from the true political enemy. The King had played his hand, trapping me with destiny itself, but I had one final move he hadn't prepared for.With a deep, guttural sigh of utter, exhausted frustration, I laced my fingers together, forming a barricade on my lap. The insidious pull of the fated bond felt like a parasitic coil tightening in my chest, and I fought it in every nerve ending. “Is this the reason Anna and my mother suddenly had to leave for an urgent shopping trip?” I demanded, pressing the King without preamble, refusing to allow him a single moment to gather his composure. “Was the creation of this exact scenario already underway when you swore we would talk after th

Anna’s Point of View A peculiar, cold dread, sharp and invasive, began to creep over me as I reread the text exchange with Atticus. My hands, still holding the phone, suddenly felt heavy and clammy, betraying the calm I was trying to project. Yes, the words were loving, reassuring, and completely playful, exactly as expected from my Alpha. But beneath the veneer of casual affection, I detected a tremor, a desperate, helpless undertone I had never encountered before. It was the subtext of a man who was not merely missing his lover. This was not the self-assured, formidable Alpha who commanded the loyalty of his pack and stared down a King. This felt like a man under duress, a warrior sending a coded flag of distress. My instincts, usually a steady, roaring fire of confidence, suddenly recoiled, sensing a deep, unusual disquiet miles away. I felt a surge of cold panic. I made