All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Damien’s POV (continued)Night came quietly.Too quietly.The packhouse had never felt so hollow, every corridor echoing with a silence that scraped against my nerves. I told myself Astrid was only throwing a tantrum. That she would cool down, that by morning she would knock on the door with that familiar careful smile, apologizing for “overreacting.”She always did.But when morning came, she didn’t.Her side of the bed was untouched. Cold.No lingering scent of lavender and moonbloom—just emptiness.I sat on the edge of the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets as an unfamiliar tightness spread through my chest. This wasn’t anger. It wasn’t annoyance.It was dread.I tried to push it down, standing abruptly. Alphas didn’t panic over women. Alphas didn’t feel abandoned. I had survived wars, uprisings, council interrogations—losing a compliant mate should not undo me.And yet.I found myself walking to her rooms without realizing it.The guards at the corridor stiffened when they

It's been three months since Astrid left the Pack house. Astrid decided to take a long walk around the city. Astrid decided to stop by the coffee shop along the street.The bell above the café door sounded softly as Astrid stepped inside the café.The warmth inside wrapped around her instantly—the smell of rich coffee, cinnamon, the aroma of baked bread, the low murmur of conversations of other customers. It was nothing like the great halls of the packhouses or the council chambers. No hierarchy. No tension threaded into every breath.It was Jjust… normal.Some minutes after Astrid has settled into a sit, she ordered for coffee and while the waiter went to get her order, her wolf stirred uneasily. Like she recognized someone. Astrid tried to mind link her wolf but she felt am even higher wave of restlessness. She looked around to see if anyone was looking at her and there she saw him. On the other side of the café she saw him.It was really him she said to herself.Astrid froze jus

Astrid’s POV I didn’t realize how far I’d walked until my legs started to ache. The city blurred around me—faces, sounds, movement—but none of it registered. My mind was still stuck in that café, frozen at the exact moment Sebastian looked at me like I was something fragile and wrong. Delusional. The word burned worse than Damien’s betrayal ever had. At least with Damien, I’d known what I was to him: convenient, replaceable, obligated. But Sebastian… Sebastian had been different. In my first life, he had looked at me like I was real. Like my pain mattered even when the world had already written me off. And now? Now I was just a stranger with wild eyes and too many words. I stopped near a small bridge, gripping the cold metal railing as my breath finally broke apart. My reflection stared back at me from the dark water below—pale, shaken, but alive. Get it together, I told myself. This was exactly why I had been given a second chance. Not to cling to ghosts. Not to beg peopl

Astrid’s POV Something about the way Marcus had stare at me earlier unsettled me long even after the SUV disappeared down the street. I wasn't curious. I was just suspicious. I walked the rest of the way home with my mind racing, my heart was beating louder than the sound of the car horns around me. That look… I had seen it before, right before everything fell apart Right before everything in my life fell apart. My apartment was small and quiet when I finally stepped inside. The silence should have been comforting, but instead it made the memories louder. Too loud. I tossed my bag onto the couch and sank into the chair that is close by the window, staring out at the city lights. In my last life, everything had started the same way. I wasn't loved by my father or my stepmother and sister. Even Damien didn't made me feel any different. Everything was just normal until the day Damien rejected me in front of the entire pack. My chest tightened at the memory. I could still he

Damien’s POVThe council hall had never felt this suffocating before.The stone walls, the long wooden table, the quiet murmurs of my advisors—it was all the same as it had always been. Yet tonight everything felt… wrong.Or maybe it wasn’t the room.Maybe it was me.I sat at the head of the table, staring at the documents in front of me, but the words refused to stay still long enough for me to read them.My mind kept drifting.Back to Astrid.Her voice.Her eyes.The way she had looked at me when she said the word divorce.A low cough from my Beta pulled me back.“Alpha?”I blinked and looked up.Everyone in the room was staring at me.Right.The meeting.“We were discussing Lucian’s troops moving closer to the border,” my Beta reminded me.I rubbed my forehead slowly.“Yes… continue.”But even as he spoke, I found myself barely listening.Because another memory kept replaying in my mind.Astrid standing in front of me earlier that day.Strong.Unshaken.Cold.She hadn’t looked at m