All Chapters of Rise of the Alpha's King Rejected Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Darius“Are you certain she refused the invitation?” I asked for reconfirmation, my gaze cold from the thought of a female wolf debunking the orders of the alpha king. “Yes, alpha. She said, and I quote ‘Go tell your alpha king I'm not coming and if he wants war, let him bring it’.” I raised my eyebrows in surprise, scoffing not from surprise but from anger. “I told you reasoning with her wasn't the ideal solution…” Reafe started, his eyes holding so much hatred you would think he knew the girl from somewhere. “From what I saw, she's not what the stories paint her to be.” “What do you mean?” “She doesn't look like a wolf who could take on make wolves as sturdy as the ones that have gone down. The only thing that fits the name from her physical appearance is her silver hair. Other than that, she looked everything like someone I could snap into two.” My eyebrows dipped into a frown at his words. What he's telling me right now was a complete contrast to all the stories that have be

Darius I blinked, my eyes opening and closing on instinct to the sudden Intrusion of light. A slight groan slipped past my throat as I sat up. “Baby… are you okay?” My head snapped towards the direction of the voice and I shifted back in surprise. She reached her hand forwards to touch mine, but I pulled my hand away. The look of surprise that crossed her face didn't last, because I pinned her to the wall with great speed, my hand trapping her neck. “What did you do to me?” I snarled, my grip tight against her neck and unyielding. “Wha….what do y…ou mean?” She forced out, her hand gripping my hand in an attempt to pry them away. “You know what I'm talking about?!”Anger coursed through my veins as I thought of the last thing I remembered before I passed out.The sting still burned hotter than fire, ripping me out of my thoughts with a snarl lodged in my throat. I couldn't explain it, but I felt different, like something foreign was spreading across my veins.Her face was turnin

LyraThe air crackled after the force of my throw, bark splintering from the tree the stranger’s body had crashed against. He slumped, groaning, but the growl still rumbling in his chest warned he wasn’t finished. Marcus staggered back to my side, clutching his thigh, blood soaking through his pants. His glare was venomous, though not at me—at the man who had attacked him.I planted myself between them, my wolf pulsing beneath my skin, silver light threatening to break free. My voice cut sharp through the silence.“I said stop.”A stillness followed. The other warriors, who had been shadows on the edge of the clearing, stepped forward now, forming a loose circle around us. Eyes darted between me, Marcus, and the man I had just flung. The tension in the air was thick enough to choke on.Then, before anyone could move, another presence entered. It was like a ripple in the ground itself, a pull that made every wolf there bow their heads instinctively. Even Marcus stiffened beside me, his

LyraThe gates opened wider at Lucian’s command, and the warriors who had barred our way moments ago stepped back in silence. Their eyes still lingered on me, uneasy, but none dared to challenge further. Power had spoken, and they obeyed.I held my chin high as I passed through, though my wolf bristled inside me, uneasy. This wasn’t home. The air itself felt different—dense with tension and something darker I couldn’t name. Marcus walked at my side, his scowl deepening with each step.Lucian led us into the heart of his territory. The stronghold was unlike anything I’d expected. Where my rogues’ haven was rough, built from scraps and necessity, his was polished stone and sweeping arches. Firelight glowed from iron sconces, casting warmth across high walls carved with symbols I didn’t recognize. Wolves passed in orderly lines, their gazes disciplined but watchful, as though trained to mask their thoughts.It was… impressive, Intimidating and if I was honest with myself, alluring in its

LyraThe heavy gates creaked open, and the moment Marcus and I crossed into Lucian’s territory, the air felt different.It wasn’t just the fresh polish of the stone walls or the carefully lined lanterns glowing in the night. It was the way the wolves moved-disciplined, sharp, like soldiers drilled into perfect unison. They didn’t look at me the way rogues did, with awe or devotion. They looked at me the way predators watch another predator. Assessing. Waiting.Lucian’s presence at my side made all of it bearable. Too bearable. His energy pulled like a tide, steady and confident, as if the whole world bent to him without needing to raise his voice.“You’ll forgive my warriors,” he said, his smile edged with amusement as we walked deeper into his territory. “They tend to greet strangers with… suspicion. But you handled yourself beautifully. Very much like a queen.”His words pricked at me—dangerous, flattering. I didn’t answer, keeping my chin high. Marcus walked close on my other side,