All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Crown: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Ember Frost’s POV The Northern Duke looked at me, his eyes brimming with tears. At that moment, he seemed stripped of all authority, fragile, exposed, almost like a child who didn’t know where to turn.I broke eye contact, forcing myself not to stop, and pressed on. “If Seraphina truly felt nothing for you, then why would she risk everything to claim you? Why would she start a war she knew could cost her life just to be acknowledged?”I went on. “And if she truly meant nothing to you… why does your distance hurt you so deeply?”“She did all of this because she wants what most of us take for granted, a place to belong. A family. A father who would look at her with care. From what I’ve seen, Seraphina isn’t healed at all. Her past still terrifies her. She isn’t cruel; she’s afraid, and she doesn’t know how to move forward.”“When she screamed at you earlier, every word was soaked in longing. When her tears fell, they weren’t just grief; they were accusations born of pain. I heard her cl

Seraphina’s POV My master was consumed by an obsession with rare bloodlines to an almost sick degree. Since he lacked the blood of prophecy himself, he buried himself in star divination, studying the stars with relentless precision. Even I could manipulate the heavens to create remarkable effects.How irritating.Sometimes, I wondered if I should have let that pitiful human die back then. Let her fall into the cinderfall pit and meet a slow, miserable end. Maybe then she would have tasted even a fraction of the pain I had endured.But I didn’t.That decision haunted me every single day. I still didn’t understand what weakness had stayed in my hand, but it had, and now I hated myself for it.The cinderfall pit became my bedtime fantasy.I pictured it in my mind, night after night. Was the cave dwelling still standing? Had the heat cracked it open? Was it miraculously intact? Or had it already collapsed into ruins?What about the golem? Had it been blown away, or was it still standing—

Ember Frost’s POVAll of a sudden, a strange feeling washed over me. I couldn’t even explain it properly. No one had accused me of anything, no one had said anything cruel, yet my chest felt tight, as if I’d been wronged in some unfair way. It was an unreasonable sadness, but it hurt all the same.At that moment, I missed him unbearably.I wanted to hear Orion’s voice. I wanted to complain, to say nothing at all, to hide in the warmth of his presence and forget everything else for a while.I called him. He answered before the second ring could even finish.“Ember?” His voice came through immediately, alert and tense. “What’s wrong, my love?”He sounded exhausted, like someone who hadn’t slept. He must have been watching over that cursed cocoon all night.The moment I heard him, my throat closed up. I opened my mouth, but no words came out.“Ember?” His voice grew tense with worry. “Talk to me. Are you still there?”Then, more urgently, “Tell me what happened. I’ll come to you right no

Ember Frost’s PovAfter everything finally settled, my days drifted back into something that resembled peace. Strangely enough, the calm made me restless. With no schemes to unravel, no danger threatening the pack, and no constant planning to occupy my mind, I felt strangely out of place—like someone who had grown too used to standing on tiptoe.“Listen,” Eira said suddenly, narrowing her eyes at me, “if you say something like that again, don’t even think about showing up here ten times a day just to kill time.”She reached into her bag and carefully pulled out an old book that once belonged to her parents. Across from her, I lay sprawled on the couch, half-asleep, letting the sunlight warm my face.“Isn’t this what relaxing looks like?” I replied lazily. “Life is short. We should enjoy it while we can.” I had picked that line up from a philosophy book in the human world not long ago, and it stuck in my brain. The more I thought about it, the more sense it made.Eira froze mid-motion.

Ember Frost’s POVNo matter the circumstances, Father would never let Eira venture into the treacherous Stormpire Mountains, and sending me there was out of the question entirely.With nothing more we could do, we left in silence, both weighed down by sadness.Eira’s vision had been deteriorating steadily over the past few days. Her eyes were dry, constantly watering in the cold air, and Mira’s recent examination had revealed tiny pores forming on her eyes. The damage was still minor, but no one could say what would happen if it worsened.The information we’d received from the elite warriors offered a glimmer of hope, but it also made our anxiety strong, like a blade under the surface of our calm.That morning, during a peaceful breakfast for just the two of us, I finally brought up her father.This time, Eira didn’t resist as she usually did when I mentioned him. Yet, she didn’t react in the way I expected. Her expression remained almost indifferent, as if the words hadn’t even touch