All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Astrid’s POV Lucian’s endgame is no longer about power and that was what terrified me now Power announces itself Power is not quite Power is loud But Lucian’s plans seemed quiet What Lucian wanted was permission Permission from the council I got to realize this when I stood alone in the old training ring that had been off-limits for quite some time now. The training ground was an abandoned stone circle where pups would normally train to learn their first shifts and where young Alphas learned in the lower ground without any guard or guide. I stood alone without anyone watching me, not even Sebastian. I needed this space. The night was just moonlight and truth. The atmosphere is so pure. I closed my fingers around the relic in my hand and I took a deep and slow breath. “Just a little,” I whispered. “It won’t cause any harm,” I assured myself that I wasn’t going to open anything. Then the air around responded like they understood me all along. The air

Astrid’s POV Lucian’s endgame is no longer about power and that was what terrified me now Power announces itself Power is not quite Power is loud But Lucian’s plans seemed quiet What Lucian wanted was permission Permission from the council I got to realize this when I stood alone in the old training ring that had been off-limits for quite some time now. The training ground was an abandoned stone circle where pups would normally train to learn their first shifts and where young Alphas learned in the lower ground without any guard or guide. I stood alone without anyone watching me, not even Sebastian. I needed this space. The night was just moonlight and truth. The atmosphere is so pure. I closed my fingers around the relic in my hand and I took a deep and slow breath. “Just a little,” I whispered. “It won’t cause any harm,” I assured myself that I wasn’t going to open anything. Then the air around responded like they understood me all along. The air

Astrid’s POV Lucian’s endgame is no longer about power and that was what terrified me now Power announces itself Power is not quite Power is loud But Lucian’s plans seemed quiet What Lucian wanted was permission Permission from the council I got to realize this when I stood alone in the old training ring that had been off-limits for quite some time now. The training ground was an abandoned stone circle where pups would normally train to learn their first shifts and where young Alphas learned in the lower ground without any guard or guide. I stood alone without anyone watching me, not even Sebastian. I needed this space. The night was just moonlight and truth. The atmosphere is so pure. I closed my fingers around the relic in my hand and I took a deep and slow breath. “Just a little,” I whispered. “It won’t cause any harm,” I assured myself that I wasn’t going to open anything. Then the air around responded like they understood me all along. The air

Astrid’s POV Lucian’s endgame is no longer about power and that was what terrified me now Power announces itself Power is not quite Power is loud But Lucian’s plans seemed quiet What Lucian wanted was permission Permission from the council I got to realize this when I stood alone in the old training ring that had been off-limits for quite some time now. The training ground was an abandoned stone circle where pups would normally train to learn their first shifts and where young Alphas learned in the lower ground without any guard or guide. I stood alone without anyone watching me, not even Sebastian. I needed this space. The night was just moonlight and truth. The atmosphere is so pure. I closed my fingers around the relic in my hand and I took a deep and slow breath. “Just a little,” I whispered. “It won’t cause any harm,” I assured myself that I wasn’t going to open anything. Then the air around responded like they understood me all along. The air

Astrid’s POVThe Alpha Hall was already awake when we arrived.Torches burned too steadily along the stone walls, their flames controlled—disciplined—like everything Lucian touched. The circular chamber hummed with low voices, the sound of wolves pretending this was just another meeting, another night, another decision that wouldn’t fracture the world.But my skin knew better.The council ring sat at the center, carved with lunar glyphs worn smooth by centuries of argument and bloodshed. Twelve seats. Twelve votes. Twelve ways to end everything.Lucian stood at the head of the chamber when we entered.Alpha Lucian did not look like a man about to summon a god.He looked calm.That was the most terrifying part.His presence didn’t press against me the way raw power did. It didn’t roar or dominate. It waited. Like a door politely held open while the world decided whether to step through.Sebastian stiffened beside me. I felt it instantly—the familiar pull of father to son, Alpha to heir