All Chapters of Rise of the Alpha's King Rejected Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The Veil Between WorldsLyra’s body felt weightless, as though she were drifting through a dream made of fog and forgotten light.When the brightness faded, she found herself standing in a place that was neither night nor day. The air shimmered faintly, colored in shades of blue and silver, and beneath her bare feet lay something that looked like water but felt like glass. Every step sent ripples of light spreading outward, echoing into infinity.“This… isn’t real,” she whispered, her voice sounding small and distant in the vastness around her.But it was real — just not alive.The Veil.The space between the living and the dead, between what is remembered and what refuses to fade. Lyra could feel it in the air, heavy, sacred and ancient. A thousand whispers drifted through the silence, speaking in voices that didn’t belong to her. The lost. The forgotten. The ones who never returned.Her heart clenched. Lucian…She closed her eyes, stretching her senses, trying to feel the faint hum

The Echo of a PromiseThe world had never felt so quiet.When Lyra awoke, dawn was breaking over Blood Moon territory — the soft pink light bleeding through the canopy, spilling across the dew-soaked ground. Her clothes were torn, her hair tangled, streaked with blood that wasn’t all hers. The ache in her chest was sharp and hollow, a wound that refused to heal.Lucian’s absence was a silence she couldn’t breathe through.For a long moment, she simply sat there, watching the mist swirl between the trees. Her body still hummed faintly with power, the remnants of the light she had unleashed in the Veil. But it felt… empty. Her wolf was restless beneath her skin, pacing, searching for a bond that no longer pulsed back.When she finally rose, her legs trembled. The forest recognized her or perhaps feared her. The air itself bowed around her presence, and somewhere far off, she heard wolves howling, their calls laced with both awe and relief. The Silver Queen had returned. But she didn’t f

Between Shadow and MoonlightThe night of the Council would be remembered as the night the air itself trembled.For a heartbeat, the grand hall had been alive with hope — howls of unity rising like hymns under the full moon. Then the light had shifted. The silver beams pouring through the roof had twisted, darkened, and shivered into shapes that had no place in this world.Now, silence ruled.Lyra’s eyes were fixed on the center of the room where the moonlight had just flared and dimmed. The torches burned erratically, shadows crawling along the walls like living things. Every instinct inside her screamed danger not physical, but something older. Something that didn’t belong here.“Seal the hall!” Kael barked, his voice breaking through the stunned quiet. Warriors moved instantly, blocking entrances and drawing weapons, though steel and claw felt useless against what they’d just witnessed.Alina stepped forward, her expression pale. “What was that?”Lyra didn’t answer. Her pulse thund

The Bond That Was Never ChosenThe night air was heavy with the smell of rain and ash. Storm clouds rolled over the Blood Moon territory, swallowing the moonlight whole, and yet Lyra could still feel its pull — soft, silver, ancient. It brushed against her skin like a whisper from something divine, reminding her of who she’d become and everything she’d left behind.She stood on the balcony of her temporary quarters, her gaze fixed on the borderlands beyond. The war had quieted but not ended. Lucian’s forces were scattered but not gone. And Darius… Darius had not returned since the last battle at the ridge. She didn’t know if he was healing, or hiding. Maybe both.The rain began to fall, slow at first, before turning heavy enough to soak through her cloak. She didn’t move. The cold grounded her — a reminder that despite the power humming beneath her skin, she was still flesh and soul. Still Lyra Quinn. The girl who had once been rejected, broken, forgotten. The woman who now commanded

The Road to SolenfallThe mist that rose from the valley that morning clung to everything like breath on glass soft, cold, and impossible to shake. The world felt quieter than it should have been. Even the wolves, usually restless at dawn, moved in silence. The earth beneath their boots was damp from the night’s rain, the scent of pine and iron heavy in the air.Lyra rode at the front of the column, her cloak pulled close around her, eyes fixed on the faint outline of mountains ahead. Somewhere beyond them lay Solenfall — a ruin older than memory, and now the epicenter of the threat that could unmake their world. The path wound narrow and treacherous, carved through cliffs and shadowed ridges. Every so often, a cry of an unseen hawk echoed above, sharp and haunting.Kael rode beside her, one hand loosely gripping the reins, the other resting on the hilt of his sword. He hadn’t said much since they’d left the fortress, but his silence wasn’t cold. It was focused, protective. Whenever L