Rise of the Alpha's King Rejected Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I pressed myself against the cold stone wall of the pack house, doing my best to hear the sounds of laughter coming from the grand hall. Alpha Darius's birthday celebration isn’t a place for someone like me. I should even consider myself lucky, being able to at least hear the sound of music being played from the hall.The rough stone bites through the thin fabric of my dress, my best dress. I figured that even if I had no chance at being at the party with the rest of the pack, I could at least have my own little party right here. My ‘best dress’ is nothing special though, just some worn out clothes someone had thrown in the lost and found. If I were growing properly, the dress would have been undersized, but I hadn’t grown an inch since I was sixteen years old, so it was still in perfect shape.My case in the pack house is no new story. The wolf unable to shift. The orphan girl who serves in the kitchens, scrubs floors, and pretends not to hear when they whisper about how pathetic I

I wake to find my wounds healing so fast, it was visible to the eyes. My torn flesh came together without a single scar and just like that, it was gone.The pain is gone. Not just diminished, completely gone. I sit up, expecting the familiar agony of torn flesh and broken bones, but there's nothing. My body feels so light, as if I've never been injured at all.I look down at my arms, my legs, searching for the cuts and bruises I know should be there. Instead, I find smooth, unmarked skin that seems like I had been doing skincare for years. My skin seemed to have a silvery glow to it.What is this? What's happening to me?My senses explode with newfound clarity and it scared me a bit. I can hear every rustle of leaves in the canopy above, every footstep of forest creatures miles away. The scent of pine and earth fills my nostrils with overwhelming intensity. It feels bizarre, but surprisingly comfortable, like this is how I should have been a long time ago. I feel a rush over me.Power

"Hayes," Lucian repeats,and I tried my best not to react. The surnname sparked histories I did not want to revisit. Vaughan-Hayes, Darius's half-brother. And apparently the orchestrator of everything that has been happening.The pieces click into place. The familiar scent that bothered me, the way his green eyes reminded me of Darius, the rogues who attacked me carrying traces of his scent. It wasn't a coincidence. It was all planned."You," I breathe, pulling my hand from his grip. "You sent them. The rogues who…""Who awakened your true power?" Lucian's mask finally slips, revealing the predator. His charming smile remains but this time it looked more sinister. "You should thank me, little silver wolf. Without that... encouragement, you'd still be scrubbing floors and dreaming of a mate who would never want you."Rage builds in my chest, not the hot youthful fury but something colder, more dangerous. Silver light begins to dance beneath my skin as my wolf stirs. Around us, my pack

DariusI thought rejecting that swine would be the last I know or hear about anything concerning her, but I didn't know it was the beginning of my problems. “Just so you know…. You killed us.” My wolf whined from the condemning place he had decided to hide himself ever since I broke the mate bond. As usual, I ignored him, flipping through pages of the complaints that were brought to my table. “Keep ignoring me, it would change the truth. We've become weaker than we ever were and we're losing our hold on the throne. Your people are beginning to doubt your capabilities.”Why did the heavens make it so that we could communicate with our wolves? The knock on the door distracted me from my thoughts as I watched the door pushed open and Rafe, my beta, walked in. “Alpha…” he began but I was too eager to cut him short.“If it's not important, I don't want to hear it.” “It's important.” I dropped the book in my hand in anger, leaning back in my chair as I folded my arms and held his gaz

DariusThe doors to the throne room groaned as they opened, and I stride in with my fury already burning a quiet path behind me. My boots struck the marble with enough weight to echo, each step daring anyone in the room to look me in the eye. “Admit it, you're scared for your throne, after all, they have started doubting your reign.” My wolf’s voice held a quiet weight of surrender, and it just sounded like he was hiding inside my head, waiting to die. “If you keep quiet, I'll have the correct headspace to deal with this. Either help me out of this or just keep quiet and let me think of how to keep us in the game.” If I wasn't speaking in my head, I'd be speaking through gritted teeth. The air was thick with tension, and from their faces I could see that they were there to fight. This meeting just wasn't like the normal meetings called to deliberate over matters of the park, this one was to challenge my throne. “I've always hated the council of elders, they were just a bunch of e