All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Astrid’s POVWhen Alpha Lucian left the alpha hall in silence, He left the hall with a piece of absence that settled itself into the chamber. The absence he left was dark and one we can’t avoid. The doors shut, and their echo rolled through the stones, and for the first time in a long time, the hall stood empty without the voice of the High Alpha echoing through the hall.No one uttered a word, and not even a sound came from any angle. The hall was still silent. That wasn’t because they didn’t want to talk but because they didn’t know exactly what to say or how to say anything anymore.The pains I felt made me aware of Sebastian’s arms around the area from which the pains were coming. He held me firmly but carefully; he had me like he was too afraid I would break into tiny pieces if he held me too tight, and I didn’t blame him for feeling that way. I felt so weak and exhausted, as if the world had taken a piece of me as payment for sins I didn’t commit.The seals that are beneath my

Sebastian’s POV People often think storms are loud because they usually announce their arrival. But the truth is they’re wrong. The most dangerous storms move under the ground—they loosen foundations long before anyone can hear thunder. Astrid leaned her back against the walls, overlooking the other side of the courtyard, the rain sliding down her hair and soaking the fabric of her clothes. She looked smaller now without the hall and the council members pressing against her, but she didn’t look weaker. She is never weak. I put my cloak on her without her asking. She took it, and her fingers brushed against mine, and for a second, it felt as if the world had come to a standstill from her touch. Her touch was simple, human, and Necessary. I noticed she was shaking. “You’re shaking,” I said. She let out a breathless laugh. “That’s what happens when you bind a half-awakened god and walk away.” She muttered. I stepped closer, shielding her from the worst of the wind. “You shouldn’

Sebastian’s POVFear changes people.In my father, it sharpened into ambition.In the council, it bloomed into greed.In Eamon—It became patience so vast it mistook itself for virtue.The Archive doors groaned as they sealed, stone sliding into place with the sound of a tomb closing. Shelves rearranged themselves again, parchment whispering like nervous insects. Words crawled across vellum, rewriting history in real time.I had fought wolves.I had fought men.I had never fought a story that didn’t want me to exist.Eamon stood calmly at the center of it all, hands still clasped, as if the chaos bent naturally around him.“You don’t understand what you’re threatening,” he said gently. “Without the Archive, memory fractures. Truth becomes tribal. The world devours itself.”Astrid stepped forward beside me.Her presence changed the room.Not with power—but with gravity.“Memory already fractures,” she said. “You just decide who’s allowed to remember.”The seals along her arms glimmered

Sebastian’s POVThe world does not end all at once. All it does is fracture quietly, with seals and with men who have told themselves they are being reasonable.Before the council hall became empty, the damage had already been incurred. Astrid walked beside me through the long colonnade that led away from the seat of power. Her posture was steady as always, and her face was unreadable. But I knew her well enough now to feel the storm beneath her calm—the weight of responsibility that is settling itself into her bones, the sharp awareness that whatever came next would be written in blood before it was ever written in law.Behind us, My Father Alpha Lucian remained. He always did.He always remains to watch and to wait. I stopped working, and Astrid took two more steps before stopping after she realized I was no longer beside her. She turned, he eyes searching for me.“Sebastian, you don’t really have to do this now,” she said softly.“Yes,” I replied. “I do.”She hesitated, then nodd

Sebastian’s POVBeing in love does not mean the war has ended. It only sharpens the war.That truth settled into my bones as the moon slipped behind clouds and the city’s heartbeat returned—uneven, frantic, afraid. Somewhere beneath the courtyard, alarms rang in staggered waves. Not a call to arms yet. This one was something Worse.This was a warning, not a mere warning.Astrid stayed very close to me, her hands still in mine, but the beauty of that moment already felt fragile; it felt like a flame cupped against a rising wind. Of course, the world did not pause for confessions. It never had.“I think we should go,” I said quietly, and Astrid nodded her head, although she tightened her fingers around mine as she was bracing herself. “The alarms sounded so urgent and not usual. If the wardsare failing this way, then it means something else in the pack is interfering,” she whispered, looking at my face with concern in her eyes.“Yes or maybe someone,” I added, and then she glanced at m