All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Astrid’s POVThe first thing that broke was not the floor.It was the council members' trust that broke instantly. No one knew who or what to trust anymore.A wave of cold air rushed upward from beneath; it was sharp and ancient, carrying a smell of wet stone and old bones. Not decay. Memory. Panic erupted in the chamber.All the Alphas present tried to give orders, but none of the guards followed. Councilors present stumbled backward, their dignity disposed in the face of shadows that did not care for titles or positions. The Guards tried to move again, their muscles trembling as Selene’s hold on them faltered—not because she released them, but because something deeper was trying to interrupt her control over them.Sebastian tightened his hands around mine, not wanting to let go.“Astrid,” he said, breath uneven. “That thing that we feared is under the park; it’s not a god.”“No,” I replied hoarsely. “It’s way older.”The wound pulsed not with violence.It pulsed Hungrily.Alpha Sele

Astrid’s POVThe pack continued to burn, but not in fire. The packs burned in the lingering shadows, the packs burned in the hunger of ancient entities that stayed beneath the foundations of the Council. The rift that Selene tried so hard to exploit, the rift that Alpha Lucian had manipulated into motion, and the hunger of older forces, each merging into a single living entity. I didn’t have any choice left, that what was already in my mind. I stepped forward, and Sebastian held me like he could read my mind, as if he already knew what was going on in my head.I freed myself from his grip, and I stood at the center where the pack's lines intersect. The line where the souls of Powerful Alphas bleed. The spot where the blood and its compact are merged into one. The trees in the pack hummed like a drumbeat, and that was when it got to me that if I do not do something now, the storm that would come thereafter would consume every living thing under the moon, and not any soul would be sav

Astrid’s POVAlpha Lucian shouted something, but it sounded far away. None of those mattered right now. The only person that mattered to me now was the man holding me. I felt my legs go cold, and my feet were becoming numb. My heart was stuttering.“Sebastian,” I whispered “Yes.” He gasped. “I’m right here, I’m here with you.” He said. I lifted my hand with so much effort and cupped his cheek. He leaned into it desperately.“Don’t let this make you be like him,” I said softly, and he shook his head violently. “Astrid, please—stop—don’t—don’t talk like this.” He said, sounding desperate.“I am scared,” I admitted, tears rolling down my cheeks freely. “I don’t want to—leave— you, Sebastian. I just—met you.” My words destroyed him as a broken sound came from him as he came very much closer, as if he wanted to merge physically with me.“I love you.” He sobbed like a little child. “I love you so much—Astrid and—it hurts so much, please—please, Astrid—stay with me.” He said, and my hear

The servant’s voice still echoed in the room, polite, rehearsed, unaware that she had just announced the name of the man who once broke me quietly, day by day. “Alpha Damien is waiting.” I nodded once, because that was what Luna Astrid used to do—agree, obey, smile softly even when her chest felt hollow. But inside, something else stirred. I stood, my bare feet touching the cold floor. The silk dress clung to my body, white and heavy with expectation. I walked toward the mirror again, slower this time, studying the girl staring back at me. She looked untouched. Hopeful. Ignorant. I reached up and pressed my fingers to the glass, half-expecting it to ripple, to crack, to reject me. It didn’t. I was really here. Seven years earlier. I exhaled shakily and whispered, “You don’t know what’s coming… but I do.” The memories came uninvited. Damien is turning his back on public life. The long nights alone while he laughed with my stepsister. The way he never once called me mate

The change did not happen loudly.It did not come with rebellion or dramatic words or slammed doors.It happened in the quiet places in the way that I stopped waiting for the approval of people. Not Damien or even my father.Damien was the first to notice it the changes at breakfast.Seven years ago, I would have sit straight beside him, careful enough not to speak unless spoken to, watching his expression for signs of approval. I would ask about his meetings. I would soften my voice. I would hope that one day he would finally accept me as his mate.Now, all I did was that I ate in silence.When he spoke about pack matters, I did not nod eagerly like I used to. When he dismissed my presence, I did not shrink simply continued as I was, I stayed calm, self-contained, unmoved.It that unsettled him in his expression. He noticed the changes in me.“You’ve been distant,” Alpha Damien said one morning, folding his arms. “Is something wrong?” he asked.I met his gaze without flinching. “No