All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Crown: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ember Frost’s POVLeo just stood there staring at us, his jaw hanging open so wide you’d think he was trying to catch flies.He fumbled with his wrinkled shirt, smoothing it out in a panic before yanking Alina behind him like he suddenly remembered he was supposed to be protective. His voice came out sharp and defensive as he barked, “Why are you here? This place is restricted. People aren’t supposed to just walk in.”“Restricted?” Freya let out a laugh dripping with sarcasm. “Wow, did I hear that right? Since when? Oh, forgive me,” she added with a mocking bow. “I forgot the school’s prized little author isn’t welcome here anymore. You used to parade into the theater room like you owned it, and now you’re sneaking around like a rat in the pantry. Must feel different, huh?”Leo’s face went red, his fists clenched tight. If we weren’t standing here outnumbering him, he probably would’ve swung at Freya—especially with his girlfriend standing right there watching.Alina didn’t even prete

Ember Frost’s POVJust as he’d predicted, the match had been decided long before the final bell rang.Jace, his fiery hair bouncing with every step, raised his fists in triumph and made his way across the stage, soaking in the cheers and whistles from the crowd.“Freya!” he called suddenly. With one quick hop, he jumped out of the ropes and jogged straight toward her. “Wow… you look incredible today.”Freya blinked, caught off guard by the compliment. “Thanks, Jace,” she said, a shy smile pulling at her lips. “And you did wonderful up there. The president’s probably thrilled—looks like he’s found the next person to take his place.”Jace ducked his head, scratching the back of it like he didn’t know what to do with all the attention, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink.The girls and I exchanged a look. Of course—it was Freya’s little fanboy again. And just when it felt like the classic campus-idol moment was about to unfold, the “villain” of the story chose that exact second to ma

Ember Frost’s POVThe cheering crowd gradually fell quiet, their laughter fading into confused murmurs as people glanced around, unsure what they had just witnessed.“She figured it out,” Eira whispered against my ear, tense. A faint glow pulsed around Alina across the field. “Her magic is flaring everywhere; I can feel it. She’s trying to reach the Northern Duke right now.”My stomach dropped. If she realized her link to the Duke had already been severed, there was no telling what she would do next—especially if she decided to use the real Alina as leverage.I couldn’t let that happen.I gave a subtle nod to the werewolf elder dressed as a simple school guard. He caught the signal instantly and slipped a small flare from his pocket.A sharp pop cracked through the air.A storm of thick blue smoke burst upward, spreading across the sky in seconds. Then the shouts began:“Emergency evacuation! Follow the warriors and leave the school grounds immediately!”Hidden guards threw off their

Eira's POVThe werewolf elders were already in place, each one braced for what was coming. Their leader shot Ember a firm look—his silent way of saying everything was ready. Ember didn’t hesitate. She turned toward me, her voice trembling with urgency.“Eira—go! Do it now!”I forced myself to concentrate, drawing in every bit of unseen energy drifting through the air around me. It felt like reaching for something I couldn’t quite touch, but I pulled anyway, gathering whatever strength I could.Even with my eyes shut, the world unfolded before me in thin, barely visible threads. They stretched across every direction—some tangled into tight, stubborn knots, others drifting upward like they were stitched to the sky. I needed to find the one thread connected to the witch… hoping I could trace it back to its source fast enough before everything slipped out of my control.The process drained a lot out of me, and no matter how hard I pushed, I couldn’t rush it. Just as I tried to force the p

Ember Frost’s POVMira took her time looking over every cut and bruise, her brow furrowed with concern. In the end, she let out a soft breath of relief. “Nothing deep,” she murmured. The injuries looked worse than they actually were, just surface scratches, terrible on the outside, but no real damage done.My mother, meanwhile, was already fussing. She shoved a long list into Millie’s hands, all sorts of sweet-scented oils and strange herbs. Judging by the amount, I suspected I’d be soaking in steaming baths for months until she felt satisfied I was “restored.”Once Mira finished patching me up, I headed straight for the meeting hall.The moment I walked in, the whole room felt tense. At the head of the hall, my parents sat, alongside the Northern Duke and Duke George. Off to the side stood several people I didn’t recognize, dressed in deep green robes I believed were members of the Council of Elders.The witch who had caused so much havoc was chained to a spell-marked pillar. The wer