All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Astrid’s POVThe Earth doesn’t just split with a crack.It sinks.A circular pit yawns open beneath Sebastian as if something beneath the ground has exhaled, pulling him down, claiming him. The soil around him breaks into loose chunks, sliding downward in a spiral.“SEBASTIAN!” I scream, reaching for him—But my body is weak.Heavy.Barely mine.My veins still buzz with the aftershocks of godlight, and my muscles shake as if they no longer remember how to obey.He drops fast.Too fast.But at the last possible second, he twists his torso and slams his hand into the edge of the pit, catching himself with a strength no normal wolf should have.His fingers dig into the dirt.The marks on his palm burn bright—a circle of darknessa crescent of silver—Like two stars colliding under his skin.He looks up at me through sweat and terror, his chest heaving hard.“Astrid,” he gasps, “don’t—don’t come closer—”The ground around him cracks again, widening.I crawl anyway.“I’m not leaving you!”

ASTRID — POVThe forest explodes into chaos as the Wraith King steps forward, each massive paw hitting the earth like a drumbeat of doom.But it’s Sebastian—Not the monster—Not the shadows—Not the forest collapsing—It’s Sebastian who terrifies me.Because he isn’t shaking anymore.He isn’t afraid.He isn’t resisting the power burning under his skin.He is calm.Too calm.Like something inside him has finally… stopped fighting.His eyes drift upward to the colossal wraith-wolf towering over us.His breath leaves him in a slow, steady exhale.“Father,” he says.Not “you’re not him.”Not “what happened to you.”Not “stay away.”Just—Father.The Wraith King lowers its massive, skeletal skull, dripping black moonfire.“MY SON,” it growls.“YOU HAVE TAKEN WHAT I COULD NOT.”Silver-black energy flickers across Sebastian’s skin.And for the first time since the transformation—He smiles.Not with warmth.Not with kindness.With understanding.“No,” he says quietly. “I took what I deserve

Sebastian’s POVI could feel the goddess’s fears. She was afraid that her throne was crashing and that her era of reign was coming to an end. Her light was gradually fading out. And her essence was fading too. I feel her feet deep down within my bones, and it gives me a kind of satisfaction in my soul. “You’re afraid, goddess,” I murmured, and she gripped her blade tightly as if I was testing her patience, and I was really getting on her nerves. “I'm afraid for the world.” She said, and I knew it was a lie because it was clearly written on her face, and I could hear her lies loud and clear. “Tell the truth, it won’t hurt you, at least it will hurt your ego,” I whispered, and her lips shook; even her eyes widened as she looked at me like she was going to lose it, and she had had enough from me already. “I am afraid of you, the chaos you carry.” I felt relieved. Of course, she has to be afraid of me because just like her, I am no longer a mortal. The wraith king made a

Astrid’s POVThe forest had now turned into a battleground for Sebastian, and the moon was peaking through the clouds. There was a great storm, like a tornado, and the world was drifting apart. Dirt from the ground was flying around due to the storm, the kind of storm that would make packs scatter, wolves would run wild, and even Lycans would flee.But I stood in the storm as I stand, my legs frozen to the spot. My knees trembled and shook as Sebastian, the boy who once laid down his life to save me, that same boy Sebastian, is here trying to destroy the very moon goddess who created our world and werewolves.The one who is responsible for our very existence.Every instinct in me was screaming for me to save Sebastian, but my Luna-blood bond whispered differently, telling me to stop him.My wolf Maya is now crying as I can feel her heartbroken. Sebastian, whom I had come to love, has now become a monster in his own flesh.The moon goddess slashed him across his nose, and then silver

Astrid’s POV The Moon Goddess rises, body cracked with claw marks, celestial ichor leaking like molten starlight, but her voice is steady. “Balance-Breaker, do you truly not understand what you are?” Sebastian spits blood and shadow, eyes blazing. “I am what YOU made.” “No,” she replies quietly. “I did not make you.” Sebastian freezes. My wolf gasps. The Goddess looks at me first. Then at him. “You were made by two unmatched bloodlines long before birth — one mortal, one divine. A curse ruined your father. But your mother…” Astrid’s heart drops into my stomach. “What about his mother?” I whisper. The Goddess turns toward Sebastian, voice ancient. “Your mortal mother was not Luna-blood.” Sebastian’s breath stops. “She was a Lycan Queen — the last of the Primordial Pack — banished before recorded history.” My body goes numb. “Impossible,” Sebastian chokes. “No,” the Goddess continues. “She carried the first-ever Lycan-moon bond. Half moonlight, ha