All Chapters of Alpha's Rejected Secret: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The sound was not a crack.It was a tear—like the world itself being ripped open.The stone overhead split in a blinding flash, the golden seal shattering into spirals of light and jagged rubble. A violent shockwave surged through the hall, throwing Aria backward. Killian lunged for her, arms outstretched—But the floor buckled first.“ARIA—!” Killian’s roar was devoured in the explosion of dust.The ceiling collapsed.Massive slabs of granite thundered down. The runic pillars flickered, then snapped apart. The walls groaned like dying beasts. The air turned thick, choking, filled with shards of stone, burning magic, and the metallic scent of blood.Aria scrambled to her feet, coughing, eyes burning from smoke. She barely had a heartbeat to register the disaster before a boulder the size of a wolf slammed into the floor beside her, showering her with debris.The creature—still half-shrouded in shadow—shrieked, its voice slicing the air like a blade.Killian’s wolf form burst forward,

Aria’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the war hall, the cold air slapped my face like a warning.Something was coming.Something dangerous.Something that wouldn’t wait for us to finish arguing, healing, or pretending we were fine.The entire palace felt tense—guards shifting, wolves pacing, servants whispering. Even the air smelled different, like smoke waiting for a spark.I walked toward the balcony overlooking the training grounds. Below, warriors trained relentlessly, steel clashing against steel, claws ripping through reinforced dummies. Everyone moved with urgency, like they knew the storm was only hours away.Killian found me there.He didn’t say anything at first; he just wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and lowered his forehead to my shoulder.“Aria…” His voice was strained, low, tired. “Scouts returned.”I stiffened.“What did they find?”Killian exhaled like he was trying to hold the world together with one breath.“Blood. Burned land. And a warning carved on

AriaDarkness wasn’t empty.It pulsed.It breathed.It listened.I floated inside it, suspended between one heartbeat and the next, unable to tell if I was alive or dying. The world felt muffled—as if layers of thick fog pressed against my ears, smothering every echo.“Killian…” My voice didn’t leave my throat. Or maybe there was no throat. No air. No sound.Only a vibrating hum.Something cold brushed my fingertips. Then something warm. Opposites merging and separating, like two forces fighting inside me.Then—A spark.A flash of gold.Memories slammed into me at once—Killian bracing the collapsing ceiling with his body… his howl of pain… his eyes telling me he loved me without words.Then—The world snapped back.I gasped, air tearing into my lungs like fire. My body jolted upward. Pain exploded across my chest and skull. Dust filled my mouth. I choked on it, coughing violently.Light rushed in—dim, flickering, broken.I was lying on jagged stone debris, the chamber still trembling

ARIAI woke up to warmth.Warm arms. A steady heartbeat. A scent that wrapped around me like safety itself.Killian.My lashes fluttered as I opened my eyes. It wasn’t morning yet — the room was still blanketed in deep moonlight, faint silver brushing across the sheets. My cheek rested on his chest, one of his arms around me protectively while the other lay draped above his head.For a moment, everything was still. Peaceful. Almost fragile.Then the reality of everything came crashing back.The threats.The child.The bond I couldn’t deny anymore.I shifted slightly, and his arm tightened around me instantly, instinctively, his wolf reacting before he even woke up.“Aria…” he murmured, voice gravelly with sleep.“I’m here,” I whispered, my fingers brushing lightly across his chest.His eyes opened, and Goddess — the way he looked at me. Like I was something holy. Something irreplaceable.He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek. “Did you sleep well?”“Yes,” I breathed. “Because you held m

ARIAThe wind was colder than before, brushing against my skin like a warning. The forest was too silent—too still. It felt as if every branch, every stone, every piece of the earth was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for me to take the next step.I tightened my grip on my cloak. My heart was still hammering from the confrontation, from the truth that had been half-spoken and half-buried. Everything was starting to feel heavier—my choices, my fears, my bond with Killian… and the threat moving closer in the shadows.Killian was a few steps behind me. I felt his presence more than I heard it, the weight of his gaze burning between my shoulder blades. He wasn’t angry—he was worried. And Killian’s worry was far more frightening than his wrath.“Aria,” he said, his voice low, the kind of tone he only used when he was losing control. “Stop walking.”I didn’t. Not until his hand wrapped around my wrist, firm but trembling.I turned slowly. His face was drawn, eye