All Chapters of Rise of the Alpha's King Rejected Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The Council’s FireThe council chamber had always been too large for comfort.The ceilings arched high above Lyra’s head, gilded beams etched with ancient symbols that gleamed faintly in the morning light. Shadows clung to the corners, like old ghosts reluctant to leave. Even now, after peace had supposedly settled across the territories, the air inside the chamber carried the faint metallic taste of tension..the kind that made your skin prickle before anyone even spoke.Lyra’s boots clicked softly against the marble floor as she entered. Every head turned toward her, the elders, pack leaders, and advisors gathered around the long crescent table. Their expressions were a careful mix of respect and skepticism.At the far end of the table stood Elder Helene, her gray hair braided into a crown, eyes sharp as ever. She had been the first to warn Darius years ago of the prophecy’s awakening. Now those same eyes studied Lyra as though searching for cracks.“Alpha Lyra,” Helene began, her to

The Shadow of HerselfThe world trembled around them, light and shadow twisting like torn fabric in a violent wind. The figure before Lyra…the mirror of her own face tilted its head, studying her with the same amber eyes she had once seen in the reflection of a river long before everything changed.Only now, those eyes were void. Empty of warmth. Empty of mercy.“You can’t destroy me,” the shadow said, its voice layered and hollow, like a sound echoing through broken glass. “I am what you made.”Lyra’s grip tightened on her sword. “You’re what I survived.”Kael shifted beside her, grounding her with his presence. His daggers glinted under the silver haze, ready but patient…he knew this battle wasn’t his to lead. It was hers.The remnant smiled, and the air rippled with a pulse of energy. The ground split beneath Lyra’s boots, veins of light spiderwebbing outward like cracks in glass. She felt it that old ache behind her ribs, the one that used to whisper of destiny and doom.For a hea

The New DawnThe morning came softly.Lyra woke to the sound of wind rustling through the curtains and sunlight spilling across the room in ribbons. For a long while, she simply lay there, eyes half-open, listening to the world outside her window..the quiet hum of the settlement coming to life.It had been weeks since the war ended, yet sometimes she still woke expecting to hear the echoes of battle. But instead, there was only birdsong. Only peace.Kael stirred beside her, his arm resting loosely over her waist. His breathing was even, his warmth grounding. For a man who had seen so much blood and chaos, he looked impossibly calm when he slept. Lyra smiled faintly and brushed a lock of hair from his forehead.She slipped from the bed, padding across the wooden floor to the balcony. The air outside was crisp and smelled of pine. Below, the pack’s courtyard was already alive…warriors sparring, healers tending to wounds that were finally beginning to heal clean, children laughing in way

The Whisper Beneath the MoonThe dawn after the moon run was unnaturally quiet.The forest that had thrummed with howls and laughter just hours ago now sat in stillness. Dew clung to the grass like fragile glass beads, and the scent of pine was heavy in the air.Lyra woke slowly, her body still humming from the transformation, the connection, the sheer energy of the night before. Her dreams had been strange, soft voices, fragments of light, the faint echo of her name spoken in a tone that didn’t belong to this world.She reached out instinctively, her hand brushing against warm skin. Kael was still asleep beside her, his arm draped loosely over her waist, his breathing steady. His presence was grounding, his warmth a reminder that she was here, real, alive.For a long moment, she just watched him. There was a peace in his expression that she rarely saw without the weight of command or danger pressing down on him. The lines at the corner of his eyes softened, his jaw relaxed. He looked

The Red Moon’s ChoiceThe Red Moon rose like an open wound in the sky.Its light spilled across the valley, staining every leaf, every wolf, every trembling heart beneath it. The air hummed with power, ancient, suffocating, and alive, the kind that whispered to the bones and made even the strongest bow their heads.Lyra stood at the center of the stone circle. Her cloak billowed in the wind, her silver hair gleaming blood-red under the moonlight. Around her, the gathered wolves both her pack and Kael's, waited in silence. No one dared to move. No one dared to speak.Because tonight was not just another full moon.Tonight, the prophecy would claim its end.Kael stood just behind her. His presence was steady, like a pulse she could feel even without looking back. The bond between them..fragile once, but now rooted in something stronger than fate held her upright.“Lyra.” Elder Helene’s voice broke the silence, soft but commanding. “The Moon calls. The balance must be restored.”Lyra’s t