All Chapters of Alpha's Rejected Secret: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The moment her light touched the horizon, Killian’s world stilled.He didn’t breathe. Didn’t move. Couldn’t.For days he had been surrounded by nothing but ash, fury, and silence—and now, suddenly, the wind carried her scent again. That same soft sweetness of wild jasmine and storm rain that only she had.“Aria,” he whispered, his voice breaking like a man remembering how to live.The Dark Crown pulsed faintly on his head, its shadow glow twisting like embers. The power inside him hummed violently, as if trying to hold back something greater than itself.Then—he heard it.A heartbeat.Faint, distant, but unmistakable.His. Hers. The bond reignited.Killian’s knees almost gave out as the connection flared back to life. The bond thread glowed inside his chest, golden and pulsing, pulling him forward through the thick night air.“She’s alive.”He didn’t wait. He shifted—his body exploding into his massive dark wolf form, paws striking the earth like thunder as he ran.Every tree blurred.

Aria’s POVThe world beyond the Veil was too bright.Not sunlight bright — not warmth or hope — but the sharp, silver kind of brightness that burns through your soul until you forget where your body ends and eternity begins.I had no pulse. No shadow. Only the echo of his name pulsing like a heartbeat through the light.Killian.Every time I whispered it, the Veil trembled. But it was breaking me. My form flickered, pieces of me dissolving into starlight. The Oracle had said souls couldn’t linger here — but I wasn’t ready to vanish. Not yet.Not when he was still there.Then something changed.A vibration rippled through the white expanse, a deep, ancient hum that shook the light itself. I felt it in my bones — or what was left of them. It was his energy. Dark, raw, desperate.Killian… what are you doing?I screamed his name into the void — and the Veil answered.The silver brightness split open in front of me, and through the tear, I saw him. Standing in the ruins of the ritual circl

Killian’s POVThe world was too quiet.Too normal.Too alive.And I hated it.The forest around me breathed as if nothing had happened, as if the woman I loved hadn’t just been taken into a realm that wasn’t meant for the living.Her warmth lingered on my skin, on the wind, in the faint echo of the bond still thudding weakly inside my chest. But it wasn’t enough.She wasn’t here.Not in my arms.Not in my world.And that was something I refused to live with.I pushed myself to my feet, hands shaking. The earth beneath me still smelled of burnt sigils and shattered fate. The ancient creature’s laughter lingered in the air, mocking me.I’d get her back.Even if it meant destroying every realm that stood between us.The Sigil burned under my skin, pulsing with a rage that didn’t feel like mine. No — it felt deeper. Older. Like the ancient shadow had awakened something sleeping inside my blood.I didn’t know what it was yet.But I knew it would help me tear reality open if I needed to.“

ARIAThe world dissolved into white fire.Pain lanced through me—sharp, consuming, ancient. It wasn’t just physical; it tore through every memory, every bone, every corner of my soul. I felt Killian’s scream ripping through our bond, vibrating inside my ribcage like thunder trapped beneath skin.The Veil reacted instantly.It didn’t accept us.It didn’t reject us.It studied us.The light pressed inward, peeling us apart, examining every thread of who we were. My form started dissolving, becoming particles of silver dust swirling around the man I had just bound to myself.Killian collapsed to his knees, clutching his chest, gasping as if his lungs were filling with lightning.“Aria—!”He reached for me, but his hand passed through my dissolving shape.I wasn’t solid anymore.I wasn’t fading.I was changing.The Veil whispered through the storm:“She offers you her form.Do you accept the shape of the Forsaken Queen?”Killian didn’t hesitate. He lifted his face to the blinding light an

The world stayed unnervingly still after the blast swallowed the corridor—too still, like the air itself was holding its breath. Dust floated in slow, drifting clouds. Shattered stone lay in jagged heaps. The only sound was the faint crackling of energy still fading from Killian’s shield.Aria pushed herself upright, her palms trembling, her ears ringing. She felt like she had been thrown through time. Her vision steadied just enough to locate Killian where he knelt a few feet away, one knee on the ground, shoulders shaking from the force of the explosion he had taken head-on.“Killian.” Her voice was barely air.He lifted his head. His silver eyes—always bright, always sharp—were dimmed, like a lantern guttering at the end of its wick.“I’m fine,” he murmured, even though he coughed blood into his hand. “Are you hurt?”She crawled to him—her legs weren’t ready to take her weight yet—and cupped his face with shaking fingers. He leaned into her palm with a small sigh, like the contact