All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Astrid’s POV The wind outside the house was colder than I expected. Or maybe I was just finally breathing again. The door closed behind me with a dull click, sealing off the voices of Taylor and her mother, but their words still echoed in my mind. We remove the problem. We send her away. I had heard those exact words before. Seven years ago. In my past life. Back then, I hadn’t been standing outside the room listening. Back then, they had said it to my face—with sweet smiles and fake concern. I walked slowly down the gravel path toward the gate, my hands tucked into the pockets of my coat. The night air smelled faintly of pine and damp soil. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled softly. The sound used to comfort me. Now it just reminded me how lonely I had been. I stopped near the gate and leaned against the cold metal bars. Memories pressed in on me harder than I expected. The hospital room. The surgery. The blood. Damien’s hands on my shoulders as he promised

Astrid’s POV The café had slowly become a routine. Not intentionally. At least… that’s what I kept telling myself. It started with coincidence. Then occasional meetings. Then conversations that stretched longer than planned. And somehow, before I realized it, it had turned into something familiar. Comfortable. Today was no different. The bell above the café door chimed softly as I pushed it open. The warm scent of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon wrapped around me instantly, easing the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying. And he was already there. Sebastian sat at the same corner table by the window, long legs stretched slightly under the table, a black mug in his hand. His dark hair fell lazily over his forehead, and his sharp profile was turned toward the window as he watched people passing outside. But the moment I stepped in— His gaze shifted. Straight to me. Something warm flickered in his eyes. Not surprise. Not curiosity anymore. Recognition. And somet

Astrid’s POVIf someone had told me earlier ago that I’d feel peace sitting in silence with Sebastian I would have laughed in their face.But here I was sitting right next to him. I sat on a low stone my gaze on the river, my legs swinging slightly as the late afternoon breeze brushed against my skin, I felt so much relief.Sebastian stood a few feet away, hands in his pockets, staring out at the water like he had all the time in the world.He stared quietly and seeing him stare like that, that meant everything.“You’re thinking too loud again,” he said without turning to spare me a glance.I frowned. “Is that even a thing?” I asked.“With you? Yes.”I rolled my eyes.“You act like you know me very well.” I said “I know you just enough.” he fired back . There he go again.That confidence.It should have made me a grey but instead it made me feel good.I watched him for a moment before speaking again.“Why do you keep showing up?”He finally turned, his gaze settling on me in a way

Damien’s POVThe first mistake was thinking I could keep everything under control.The second—Was underestimating how fast things fall apart when you lose your center.And Astrid… had always been mine.I just never realized it until she was gone.The council chamber was louder than usual.Voices overlapped.Arguments broke out mid-sentence.My Beta stood near the table, trying—and failing—to restore order.“This is getting out of hand,” one of the elders snapped. “Lucian’s forces are moving closer to the eastern border. We cannot afford hesitation!”“We also cannot afford recklessness,” another countered. “Provoking a war now would destroy us!”“And doing nothing will make us look weak!”“Enough.”My voice cut through the noise.Silence followed.But it wasn’t respectful.It was… tense.Uncertain.That was new.They were starting to doubt me.I could feel it.My grip tightened on the edge of the table.“We will not act blindly,” I said, forcing steadiness into my tone. “Send more sco

Astrid’s POVThis wasn’t how it was supposed to go.I stood in the middle of my room, staring at nothing, my chest rising and falling too fast, my fingers trembling at my sides.That video—That damn video.It wasn’t just proof.It was a weapon.A reminder.A threat.And the worst part?It wasn’t even from this life.It was from the one where I failed.Where I begged.Where I broke.Where I died believing love was something I had to bleed for.My stomach twisted violently.“No…” I whispered, dragging a hand through my hair. “No, we’re not doing this again.”I turned sharply, pacing.“This is different. I’m different.”But the memory wouldn’t leave.The hospital bed.The pain.Damien’s weight on me while I was bleeding—I sucked in a sharp breath and pressed my palm hard against my chest.“Stop.”Silence.Then something darker rose.Hotter.Stronger.Anger.Not the quiet kind.Not the kind that sits and aches.No—This was the kind that burns.The kind that changes you.“I died once al