All Chapters of Four Times Rejected, Destined for The Throne: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The stale air of the Council’s maximum-security prison pressed in on Alpha Atticus, a constant, heavy reminder of his confinement. Stone walls, bleached almost white by a relentless disinfectant and the unforgiving fluorescent lights, closed in around him. The metallic tang of recycled air and the faint, ever-present scent of despair were his only companions. Yet, even in this sterile cage, Atticus carried himself with an undeniable aura of power, his broad shoulders squared, his gaze as sharp and piercing as any blade. His patience, a weapon honed by years of calculated ambition, was being tested, but never broken. The metallic click of a heavy deadbolt echoed down the desolate corridor, followed by the shuffle of heavy boots. A gruff, impersonal voice, devoid of any deference or respect, announced through the thick, reinforced door. "Alpha Atticus! Your visitor is here. Beta Jax." Atticus

Alpha Atticus stood before the small, scratched mirror, a rare luxury he had obtained by bribing a lesser guard. His large, hardened hands, more accustomed to wielding power or delivering brutal blows, now moved with a surprising, almost delicate care as he untied the belt of his plush bathrobe. He peeled it from his shoulders, the fleeting warmth of his refreshing bath in the stark, shared prison bathroom giving way to the cold cell air. The jawline he had ignored for weeks was now clean-shaven, revealing sharp features that had lost none of their power despite the time behind bars. With calm finesse he slicked back his blond hair, using steady, controlled movements. He then applied a hint of expensive cologne, a clean, masculine, unmistakably high-end scent, that cut through the harsh, stale prison air. It wasn’t just for show. This scent, acquired through Beta Jax’s carefully managed contacts, was as d

The dazzling lights of the catwalk burned bright, a brilliant stage where Anna Vega was meant to shine. But as her eyes, scanning the vast, anonymous crowd, unexpectedly met those of a masked man in a private balcony, Anna almost stumbled. A jolt, sharp and unwelcome, shot through her. She did not recognize the eyes, but the intensity of emotion pouring from them sent a shiver of pure lust straight through her. It was an instant, overwhelming current that left her gasping for breath. Her body stiffened, fighting to control the violent reaction, desperate to keep her professional poise. But even as she tried to regain her balance, she felt a burning warmth spread between her legs, and she knew, with a shocking clarity, that a wet pool was forming there. She could even smell her own arousal, sharp and undeniable, mixing with the heavy perfume of the venue. To her utter dismay, Era, her wolf,

Filled with boundless enthusiasm, the women spent the morning of their planned escape loading the brand-new SUV. Sport bags, packed with only the most essential clothing —swimwear, comfortable casual outfits, easy slip-on sandals, and sneakers — were tossed into the spacious trunk.Their makeup kit contained only the bare essentials — concealer, a compact, and a single shade of lipstick — just enough for quick touch-ups if absolutely necessary. On this vacation, they had no plans to use it. Intent on going incognito, they opted for a fresh, makeup-free look to avoid attracting attention. Stripped of the stage-ready polish, they hoped to move through unfamiliar streets like any other traveler, unnoticed and refreshingly anonymous. The girls were in exceptionally high spirits, brimming with anticipation, and entirely ready for the adventure of their road trip. “We’re driving towards New York, going to camp in a protected park along the way

The route towards the Pit Stop snaked through a densely forested area, the morning light dappling through the thick canopy overhead. Towering trees, their ancient branches swaying gently in the soft breeze, flanked the paved road, interspersed with thick, concealing undergrowth. None of the four women within the gleaming SUV noticed the piercing, watchful eyes that tracked their progress from the shadows. The creature, unseen and unheard, easily matched the speed of their vehicle, a silent, powerful presence paralleling their journey. Inside the SUV, the women hummed along to the upbeat melodies coming from the CD player. The relaxed atmosphere had fully returned between them, a welcome balm after Margie’s dramatic panic the previous evening. Margie herself seemed to have completely forgotten the incident, she hadn't uttered a single word that morning about the unsettling howl or her fear of encountering wolves. “Whose br