The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 139

Sebastian’s POVThe council did not adjourn.It fractured.Voices rose like clashing blades—old alliances snapping under the pressure of Astrid’s declaration. Alphas who had ruled for decades suddenly sounded uncertain, their authority wobbling as the chamber itself recalibrated around a new axis.Two Alphas.Equal claim.Opposed.My father, Alpha Lucian stood unmoving at the center of it all, hands clasped behind his back, as though the storm belonged to someone else. I knew that posture. It was the stance he took when a plan failed—but another one was already unfolding.“The Dual Sovereignty Provision has not been invoked in centuries,” an elder snarled. “It’s impractical.”“It’s law,” Astrid replied coolly. “And the law still listens.”Her voice carried Alpha command now—not sharp, not cruel. It didn’t demand obedience. It expected it. I felt the bond between us tighten, not possessive, but steady. Two pillars bracing the same collapsing roof.My father finally spoke again. “If t

Sebastian’s POVMy father’s hesitation was brief.But it was real.In all my years standing beside him—behind him—I had never seen Alpha Lucian pause without already knowing the outcome. His authority had always been decisive, immovable. A blade that never wavered.Now, that blade hovered.The council felt it. I saw it in the way some Alphas leaned forward, hope flickering despite themselves. Others stiffened, sensing control slipping through their fingers.Alpha Korr broke first.“This is manipulation,” he snarled. “Fear-mongering dressed as scholarship. The Archive Stone is incomplete—”“The Archive Stone is law,” the eldest councilor cut in sharply. “Older than any of us.”Lucian lifted his gaze slowly.“Enough,” he said.The room obeyed at once.“I will not deny the clause,” he continued. “Yes, sovereignty becomes custodial under divine arbitration. Yes, heirs inherit conditionally.”A ripple of shock passed through those who had supported him for selfish gain. Several paled. One

Astrid’s POVThe council members did not rush to give their answers and that alone alone was enough to make me believe that Lucian had the advantage.Greed is always very cautious when the stakes are high. It pauses, calculates, recalculates, runs the numbers again, again and again until conscience becomes an inefficiency.Lucian already knew this and he has been playing this game perfectly so far.He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, feeling so relaxed, patient like everything was under control and going as per his plans—already counting votes that had not yet been spoken. He didn’t need urgency. He had leverage.“A year,” Alpha Selene with a sigh finally breaking the silence. “A year of uncertainty. Border disputes. Resource shortages. Rebellions.”She turned her head toward Lucian. “You offer resolution now which is certain.”Lucian inclined his head slightly. “I offer finality.”The word sank in like poison wrapped around my tongue.Alpha Korr snorted. “Finality on

Sebastian’s POV Their Consent is quieter than rebellion. Consent It doesn’t need to shout, neither does it bleed. It only nods. I stayed quiet and watched it happen in real time—one Alpha after another all aligning themselves just enough to be counted. They were not oaths nor declarations. They were Calculations. My Father, Alpha Lucian stood at the center of it all, not triumphant, not in a hurry. He allowed the moment to mature, to settle into inevitability. That was his cruelty—he wanted them to choose him without making it look like they were forced to do so. So they could never claim there was coercion. “The majority has spoken,” Alpha Selene said at last, with her voice steady but eyes sharp. “Let’s proceed with the preparations.” I felt Astrid stiffen beside me. My father, Lucian didn’t respond immediately. He turned instead to the undecided few—those hovering at the edge of the room, caught between fear and foresight. “You are not going to be punished because of you

Astrid’s POV The council hall did not become silent when the god decided to leave. And that is because silence means peace. What followed were the consequences. Stone dust came out from the hall, and settled on the shoulders of Alphas whose shoulders were made heavy by regrets and calculations. The path of invocation stayed cracked beneath my feet. The once living Glyph has now scorched into scars. The atmosphere still hummed faintly. It was as if the world had not yet decided whether it was done listening. Sebastian’s hands were around my waist all along but I was the one who was holding him upright until this moment. Blood dripped from my palm finding its way down onto the floor. The blood was bright and undeniably human. And yet, no Alpha dared look at me. Not even one except Lucian. They have felt and witnessed everything. They realized what they had just witnessed wasn't borrowed power or prophecy. What they have seen just now was Authority. I stepped away from Sebastia