All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Sebastian’s POV “MY MATE,” Astrid said, and I stumbled backwards. I tried dropping Astrid. Astrid.” I called. Astrid, I’m right here; I whispered out, and she wasn’t even looking at me, nor was she listening to me. She looked behind me, and I turned to see what she was staring at, but I didn’t see anything. But I could feel something behind me that wasn’t visible in the dark, but I could see it. It was just like a shadow buried in the dark, deep in the night, beneath the earth. “You’re not the only one here,” Astrid whispered I didn’t answer; I only looked back to see if I could see anyone. I carried her carefully, walking deep into the forest through the veil that was splitting. The one that was dividing the earth from the heaven, which was the forest. After a while, the sky returned to its standard and proper form, but the air remained the same. Weird. The woods smelled of dead wolves' blood. While the moon that was still bitten stood still as if it was watching t

Sebastian’s POV “Lilith.” Her lips formed a smile, but this smile was a cruel one. “You recognize me.” She said amidst her smile, and I nearly collapsed. Here I was in the same place with my father’s sister, my aunt, who had died even before I was born. She was clearly and visibly standing right in front of me, carrying a mask that was forbidden and was used only by witches who were all killed after the Alpha god was imprisoned. “You’re supposed to be dead. How are you alive? “ I whispered She walked closer to me in silence with dirt on her feet. “Im not dead. “ I died once, but death is meaningless where the dark lord lies waiting.” She lifted her hand holding the mask, and the darkness around us felt like something scared. “I was able to cross the veil that separates the dead and the living when it cracked open.” She said, in a soft, calm voice that sounded almost loving. “How?” I asked “It was the moment the Luna’s bloodline cracked. The moment she—her ey

Sebastian’s POVLucian didn’t rush me.That was the first thing that terrified me.He didn’t charge.He didn’t snarl.He didn’t even look angry.He looked patient.Like a man watching exactly what he’d spent decades building finally fall into place.I shifted Astrid behind me, her limp body pressed to my back. Her breath was shallow. Too shallow. Almost nonexistent. Her soul was slipping further away with each second.Lucian lowered the blade a fraction, studying my stance.“You’re shaking,” he observed. “Good. You should be.”“I’m not afraid of you,” I lied.His lips curved. “Of course you are. Everyone is afraid of me, Sebastian. Even the Council obeys because it is easier than opposing what they don’t understand.”“I understand enough,” I spit. “You want to use Astrid as your key. You want the god to rise so you can claim power through Lyan.”“You say it like it’s an insult.” He chuckled softly, eyes sliding to Astrid’s unmoving form. “It is an honor. History chooses a few families

Sebastian’s POVThe world cracked—But not like a seismic break.Not like the earth splitting.Not like stone giving way.It cracked like glass under pressure, thin and sharp and echoing with the kind of sound that didn’t belong in the physical world at all.A sound that went straight into the bones.Astrid convulsed in my hands.Her fingers clawed at my forearms, gripping so hard her nails broke the skin, but I didn’t loosen my hold. I couldn’t. The Veil was pulling her like a tide—slow and inevitable.I braced us both as the crack in reality widened another inch. Light poured out of it. Not warm light. Not healing light.Light like teeth.Lucian took a quiet step back, as if giving the portal respect.“She’s crossing,” he said softly. “This is the moment the old world feared.”“I’m not letting her go,” I snarled.“You won’t have a choice.”Astrid gasped—a violent, tearing sound—and the silver glow around her brightened. Her head fell back. Her eyes rolled white.“No—Astrid, stay wit

Astrid’s POV There is no up.No down.No breath.Nobody.Just falling.Endless, directionless falling into a place that feels like it isn’t a place at all.Light and dark blur into one.Screams echo without sound.Cold burns.Heat freezes.And at the center of it—Me.Or what’s left of me.Pieces.Fragments.Shards of memory drifting like broken glass in water.My name floats somewhere nearby.Astrid.Astrid.It sounds soft.Human.Fragile.Too fragile for where I am.Something pulls at the edges of my soul—a clawed hand scraping along the threads of who I used to be.“Little star…”A voice whispers through the void, rich and awful.The kind of voice that fills every corner of your mind, like ink spilling through paper.I flinch away from it—Or I try to.But the darkness grips harder.“You ran last time.”The voice grows warm as it coils around me.“But your blood remembers me. Your soul remembers me.”I want to scream.I want to tell him he’s wrong.That I’m not her.I’m not the