All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Taylor’s POVI didn’t sleep that night. Every time I shut my eyes, I saw that faint blue glow from Celeste’s pendant — and I kept thinking about how her scent had shifted, soft but familiar, like a song I’d once known by heart and somehow forgotten.By the time the sky began to pale, the thought in my head had turned into a voice I couldn’t ignore. Something about her wasn’t right. Not just strange — intentional. Hidden.But no one else seemed to notice.Damien had spent the morning in council, Sebastian shadowing him like a loyal ally, and Celeste glided through the packhouse like sunlight, all calm smiles and soft words. Watching her laugh with the omegas made something sharp coil in my stomach — not just jealousy but fear. She was weaving herself into our lives too perfectly.And I couldn’t prove a thing.That was when the idea came — reckless, but too tempting to ignore.If I couldn’t reach Celeste directly, I’d go through the one person who never left her side.Sebastian.When I

Astrid’s POV The night was too quiet.It wasn’t the comforting silence; it was the kind that crawled beneath your skin and made you listen for something that wasn’t there. I sat before the vanity in my chamber, undoing the pins in my hair, and watched Celeste’s reflection instead of mine.The mirror had become my enemy lately. Because every time I looked long enough, I saw Astrid staring back.Those eyes—my eyes—haunted me. The same hazel flecks that once warmed whenever Damien smiled. The same eyes that had pleaded for mercy in the council hall then hardened when betrayal struck too deep.And now, those eyes belonged to Celeste.The woman I had become.The woman Damien was slowly falling for.The irony wasn’t lost on me.A soft knock sounded at the door, breaking the silence.I didn’t need to ask who it was. His scent—smoke, cedar, and the faint tang of steel—was enough.“Come in,” I said.Sebastian entered, tall and composed as ever. But the calm in his eyes wasn’t real tonight.

Taylor's POV I'd watched her long enough. Celeste, so radiant and poised, had this effortless way with Damien that I'd never managed. Every laugh, every little tilt of her head, every soft whisper seemed to pull him further into her orbit. And I could feel it, that pull. I hated it, feared it, yet I *had* to know why. The pendant felt hot in my hand, pulsing weakly at first, then growing stronger as I edged closer to her, as if it somehow recognized her as Astrid. My chest tightened. My sister. My stepsister. Alive. Hiding as Celeste. I slipped quietly into the garden, the pendant clutched tight, following its faint pulse like a trail leading me to the truth. Damien and Celeste were there, talking quietly by the fountain. His hands were brushing hers – not just a casual touch, but deliberate, clinging to her presence, drawn in completely. “Celeste…” Damien’s voice dropped to a whisper, laced with something close to awe. “I don’t even want to imagine what this place would be like wi

Taylor’s POV By the third week, I’d learned the rhythm of this place—how it moved and breathed. The guards swapped shifts just before dawn, eyes heavy, boots scraping the floor, too tired or too jaded to care about anything that didn’t scream. The nurse who slipped me those tiny folded notes always passed my door at sunrise, humming the same lullaby under her breath. I could now count her steps by heartbeats—steady, predictable, the only sound that felt almost human. Taylor’s POV The first thing I noticed about the facility was the silence. Not peace — silence. A kind that pressed against your skull, the kind that swallowed words before you could form them. The building sat deep in the forest beyond Grey Moon’s borders, its stone walls covered in ivy and time. The guards called it The Haven. But I knew a cage when I saw one. They took my pendant first. Then my journals. Then my voice — with pills that dulled everything until even fear felt far away. For days, I wa

It was astonishing how easily trust could be bought with the right smile.Damien had always been the kind of man who mistook softness for sincerity. He saw care where there was calculation, loyalty where there was leverage. And in this game, that flaw was my greatest weapon.The council chamber of Grey Moon was quiet, its round oak table reflecting the golden morning light. Damien sat at the head, shoulders squared, jaw tense — a picture of authority slowly unraveling beneath the weight of his doubts.“Celeste,” he said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “the council’s been breathing down my neck again. They think I’m spending too much on border patrols, too little on trade routes—everyone’s an expert lately.”I let a note of sympathy enter my voice. “They only question because they don’t see what you see. But sometimes, Damien… vision requires sacrifice.”He looked up, confused. Perfect.“What kind of sacrifice?” he asked.“The kind that frees you from old burdens,” I replied softly, s