All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Crown: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Eira’s POVI thought nothing could go wrong that afternoon because the atmosphere was so quiet and lazy. That is, until my grandmother screamed angrily, breaking the peace."I’ve told you time and time again! Don’t put those filthy herbs on my window ledge!"Her voice cut through the silence like thunder. She stormed into my room and hurled a bunch of herbs onto my bed, not even noticing me lying there reading. A few sharp stems grazed my cheek, leaving thin scratches.“These plants are disgusting! They smell awful! They're strange and cursed! They will only bring bad luck to this house! "You little witch, it's all your fault!"Her chest moved back and forth, and each breath was rough and loud. and ragged. Every time she got like this, I half expected her to burst from her fury.I bent down to pick up the herbs, my voice barely above a whisper. “They’re just regular healing herbs, Grandma. It’s for a class project. The teacher explained everything—they’re harmless.”“Oh really?” she s

Eira’s POV I didn’t hesitate for even a heartbeat before blurting out, “Of course, I’ll help you. When do we leave? I’m ready right now.”Ember stared at me, stunned. Her eyes went wide for a few seconds before she finally found her voice. “Eira, you can’t just agree like that,” she said, half dazed, half worried. “This isn’t something to take lightly. We’re not talking about a classroom challenge or a practice spell. We’re dealing with a witch—an unknown, powerful one. You should really think your options through.”“I get what you’re saying,” I replied softly, shaking my head. “But my choice wasn’t made on impulse.” I forced a small smile. “Honestly, I’m just grateful you thought of me at all. No one’s ever trusted me like this before—neither as a witch nor as a wolf.”Grandmother had tried everything she could to make me a pureblood werewolf, but it was hopeless. Deep down, we both knew that. Aside from her endless scolding and occasional beatings, there was hardly any real connect

Ember Frost’s POVIt was just another quiet Saturday morning. The Northern Duke was in the living room with my father, laughing and talking about the old days—the kind of talk that always made them sound like brothers instead of men who’d once gone to war together. Meanwhile, Alina had been asked to join my mother under the pretense of helping her pick out a dress for the graduation ball.She didn’t seem too eager to go, though. Even she, with all her confidence and craft, knew that stepping into the queen’s chambers wasn’t something just anyone could do.“See you later, Dad.” She leaned down and kissed the Duke on the cheek, her voice soft and warm. “I’ll miss you.”The Duke chuckled and returned her kiss, his eyes soft with fatherly affection as he watched her walk away.It looked like such a tender moment—a loving father bidding farewell to his beloved daughter. But I knew better. If I hadn’t caught the warning hidden in Alina’s tone, I might have believed the act myself.“I’ll mis

Ember Frost’s POVThis was bad—really bad.Maybe the witch had sensed something was off and was now using the situation as a test for the Duke.If he wanted to avoid suspicion, he’d have to play along—pretending to be the gentle, worried father who couldn’t sit still while his daughter was sick.But there was one big problem—Eira hadn’t finished the spell yet. Everything Eira had worked for would crumble if the Duke stood up now. Once the witch recognized the change, she would never allow him to act freely again.“Oh, my dear Alina!” The Northern Duke cried, quickly rising to his feet, his tone full of concern. “Take me to her now!”He looked anxious, but his body didn’t match his expression. Every movement was calm and steady, almost too controlled.“Please, Dane,” my father stepped forward, stopping him gently. “Let’s have the royal doctor take a look first. I’m sure Alina wouldn’t want to see her father so worried.”“The Queen already sent for Dr. Mira,” Millie said quickly. “Her M

Ember Frost’s POV The moment I saw tears gathering in Eira’s eyes, my stomach dropped. I’d said something I never should have. The mighty Princess Ember—the one people thought had everything under control—had somehow made her best friend cry.“I’m so sorry, Eira! I didn’t mean that,” I blurted, my voice tight with panic.I stood there awkwardly, guilt twisting inside me as I realized how careless I’d been.Eira looked completely overwhelmed. She pressed her lips together, shook her head violently, and pulled on her hair hard. She mumbled something under her breath, words too quiet for me to catch."Eira? Are you okay?" I asked, my chest constricting with concern.For a second, I thought about calling the werewolf elders for help. I’d heard stories of witches who lost control of their emotions after using certain spells—magic that left invisible scars on the heart and mind. Maybe Eira was struggling with something like that.But before I could do anything, she suddenly took a deep br