All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Crown: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Ember Frost’s POVI needed more than a guess—I needed something solid to hold onto.So I started asking questions.“When they showed up, what did they look like? Were they out of breath, like they’d been walking for hours… or did they look relaxed, like it was nothing?”Eira didn’t even hesitate. “They’re tired. Really tired. You can tell just by looking at them. Their steps are slow, like every movement costs them something. Some of them can barely keep their balance.”That painted a clearer picture—but not a complete one.“Did anyone look behind them at all?” I asked. “Like… checking the way they came, just to be sure?”I hesitated for a second, then added, “Or maybe their faces gave something away? Shock, confusion… even a bit of excitement? Anything that felt off?”She paused for a while.“Honestly… I didn’t really notice,” she said after a moment. “I was paying more attention to the group as a whole.”Then she added, “But some members of my team did see something. They said they

Ember Frost’s POVThose strange pockets of warped space were never meant to be seen. They were built with intent—quietly tucked away, shaped to be overlooked. Even if someone passed right by them, they’d never think to question what they didn’t see. And if they got too close… the space would turn them away without them realizing it.We had spent months chasing that kind of distortion, only to end up right where we started—nowhere.Still, something had changed.It wasn’t much, just a small thread of understanding, but after so many empty attempts, it felt like enough to hold onto.By the time I finished explaining everything we’d gathered, my body was already giving out on me. My voice felt dry, my thoughts sluggish, like I’d pushed myself a little too far this time.Henry noticed.He didn’t argue or ask questions. Just cut me off before I could even suggest going back out.“Stay,” he said simply.That was it. No room to protest.Someone was told to remain with me, and just like that,

Ember Frost’s POVI pushed my mind, trying to remember where I’d seen that cloak before. The memory is faint but familiar, like something I should know. But each time I got close, the details slipped away, leaving me with nothing but that uneasy sense that I was missing something important.I frowned and looked around again, checking every corner, but it wasn’t anywhere in sight. If this really was Medina’s room, then the cloak should be here… somewhere.This might be our only chance to get the truth before Henry returns. But my head was a mess, and I couldn’t think straight.“Maybe we should head back before things get out of hand,” Orion suggested, pulling me out of my thoughts. “If Sir Henry finds out we’re here—or hears about this—it won’t be easy to explain.”“Hold on… it wasn’t this room I saw that cloak in,” I cut in. “It was in Elder Anna’s room.”He went still, the words clearly catching him off guard.“A deep velvet green… with emerald stitching. Thin silver threads ran thro

Ember Frost’s POVI kept going back to the idea of keeping things from Henry, but it never held up. Every angle I tried ended up the same way. The only way to truly keep him out of it would be to send him far away for a long time—and that wasn’t something I could decide so easily.I let out a slow breath. “There’s no clean way to handle this,” I murmured. “Trying to push him aside now would only make everything harder later.”The truth was simple—Henry wasn’t on the edge of things. He was already in the middle of it. He was the one in charge here; he patrolled these quarters every day. If we started digging around, it would only be a matter of time before he noticed.Even if we managed to send him off for a while, it wouldn’t solve anything. He’d come back eventually. And when he did, he’d feel it right away—like stepping into a room where something had been disturbed, even if nothing looked different at first glance.My fingers tapped lightly against my arm. “And it’s not like we’re

Ember Frost’s POVElder Anna held the ancient artifact out for us to see. “This,” she said quietly, “still carries traces of very old magic.”I stepped closer to study it. The surface felt worn, like it had passed through too many years to count. At first glance, the outer design looked neat, almost graceful. Along the edge were strange markings—thirteen of them—arranged in a ring that circled the entire piece.But the center pulled my attention.There was a fragile, animal-like figure carved there, though it didn’t look complete. Its form was jagged and uneven, like it had been wounded. Fine, twisting lines spread across the ancient artifact, weaving through every part of the design and locking it all together so tightly it felt like nothing could move without everything else shifting with it.The longer I looked, the more uneasy it made me.The animal didn’t fit. It felt out of place.While the outer carvings felt careful and almost gentle, the figure in the middle looked like it h