All Chapters of Rise of the Alpha's King Rejected Mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Between WorldsThe world felt like glass — fragile, cold, and shivering beneath Lyra’s bare feet.When she opened her eyes, there was only light. Not the warm glow of the sun, but a silvery, endless radiance that blurred sky and ground into one. The air pulsed softly, alive with whispers she couldn’t quite understand.Lyra turned slowly, heart thudding. “Hello?”Her voice echoed in the distance, fading too quickly. The silence that followed was not empty. It was listening.Her hand rose to her chest on instinct but the mark that had burned there for months was gone. No searing heat, no ache from the bond, no pull in her veins. Only quiet.For the first time in forever, she couldn’t feel Lucian.And for a moment, that peace almost felt like freedom.Until she realized she couldn’t feel anything else, either.Not her wolf. Not the bond to her pack. Not Darius.Her chest tightened. “No…”She tried to shift, to reach the wolf within, but nothing stirred. Her energy, her soul, felt dimmed

The Price of ReturnThe light faded slowly, like a dream being folded away.When Lyra opened her eyes, she was no longer standing in the lake. The moonlight still shimmered faintly, but the world around her had changed. The forest that surrounded her was darker, alive with soft murmurs and silver mist. Her heart still beats fast, her hand still in Darius’s warm, steady arms.She turned to him, still half afraid he would vanish. “You’re really here.”He smiled, exhausted but certain. “I told you I’d find you.”The way he looked at her like he was seeing sunlight for the first time after years underground made her chest ache. She wanted to stay in that moment, but the forest itself seemed to breathe, uneasy. The light dimmed, shadows stretching long and thin between the trees.Lyra stepped closer, lowering her voice. “Something’s wrong.”Darius’s wolf was alert beneath his skin, eyes glowing faintly gold. “We shouldn’t linger. If this place holds souls between life and death, then it a

When the Moon Wept BloodThe first scream split the dawn.It came from the southern ridge, sharp and raw, the kind of sound that cleaves through bone and silence alike. Then came the thunder of feet, the echo of steel, and the terrible, rhythmic pulse of drums.The war had begun.Lyra was already moving before the alarm bells finished ringing. Her cloak flared behind her as she descended the stone steps of Crescent Ridge, the air thick with the scent of smoke and fear. Wolves rushed past her, transforming mid-stride — their bodies twisting, fur bursting through skin, eyes glowing with feral resolve.Darius met her at the base of the ridge, his blade drawn, his face streaked with ash and sweat. Behind him, lines of warriors were forming ranks, their armor glinting silver under the pale light of the moon that refused to set.“They’ve breached the lower forest,” he said breathlessly. “Lucian’s Shadowborn — hundreds of them.”Lyra’s pulse quickened, but her voice was steady. “Then we hold

The Blood Moon’s ShadowThe cave smelled of smoke, iron, and rage.Lucian stood before the dying embers of a fire, his body rigid, his hands dripping with blood that wasn’t his. The last of his men lay lifeless at the cave entrance—wolves who had questioned his command, who had dared to whisper that the “Moon Queen” had outmatched him. Their throats were now open reminders of what defiance cost.The shadows flickered against the jagged walls, painting him in red and black. His reflection in a pool of dark water glared back—eyes glowing like molten gold, veins darkened with the mark of corruption. He barely recognized himself anymore.“Cowards,” he hissed, his voice raw. “They think she’s a savior. She’s a curse in silver skin.”A whisper rose behind him, faint but sharp, curling through the air like smoke. Is she the curse, or are you the one who carries it?Lucian’s jaw clenched. He turned toward the darkness beyond the firelight. “Show yourself.”The shadows thickened, twisting into

The Blood Moon ReunionThe night was alive with trembling light.The Blood Moon had risen swollen, red, and heavy with promise — casting the land in a strange, dreamlike glow. Every breath, every heartbeat, felt slower beneath its weight. Even the air shimmered, thick with the scent of iron and earth.Lyra rode through the northern pass, her silver cloak streaked with mud and ash. The world around her was eerily quiet, save for the distant roar of wolves answering the call of their Alpha. Behind her, Darius and a small group of loyal warriors followed in silence. Each of them knew the truth: this night would decide everything.When they reached the ridge, Lyra dismounted and looked down into the valley below. There, stretching like a wound across the land, lay the Crimson Lake — its waters glowing faintly red under the moonlight. And standing on its shore, a dark cloak billowing in the wind, was Lucian.Her heart clenched. It had been months since she’d last seen him in flesh months s