Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Rejected Secret: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

The nexus was older than the fortress.Aria felt it the moment she crossed the threshold of the lower sanctum—a pressure that didn’t crush but measured. Like the mountain itself was weighing her worth and finding her… interesting.The chamber was circular, carved directly into the bedrock, its walls etched with ancient runes dulled by time but not by power. At the center lay a stone platform split by a thin, glowing fissure that pulsed slowly, steadily—like a sleeping heart.The heart of the oath.Killian stopped beside her, his body tense, wolf coiled tight beneath his skin. “This place was sealed for a reason.”“Yes,” Aria said softly. “And that reason is standing here now.”Riven moved to the edge of the platform, eyes narrowed. “The wards are thinning. You can feel it, can’t you?”Aria nodded. The magic in the room leaned toward her, curious, responsive. Not hostile.Waiting.Her stomach twisted. “It recognizes me.”“That’s what I was afraid of,” Riven muttered.Killian took her h

Morning didn’t arrive gently.It crept in like a trespasser—thin gray light slipping through the fortress windows, cold and uncertain, as though the sun itself was wary of what it might find.Aria woke before the bells.She lay still for a long moment, staring at the stone ceiling above her, listening to the slow, even rhythm of Killian’s breathing beside her. His arm was draped over her waist, protective even in sleep, as if some instinct refused to let go.She didn’t move.Because the moment she did, the weight would return.The seal.The watchers.The word repayment echoing like a drumbeat beneath her thoughts.Her magic stirred quietly, no longer screaming, no longer wild—just awake. Watching. Remembering things she hadn’t lived but somehow carried.She slipped carefully from Killian’s grasp.The floor was cold under her bare feet, grounding in a way nothing else had been since the night before. She wrapped a cloak around herself and stepped into the corridor, the fortress hushed

The fortress did not sleep.Even as dawn crept slowly over the stone towers, there was a restless tension in the air—like a held breath that refused to release. Aria felt it the moment she stepped onto the battlements, the cold stone beneath her palms vibrating faintly with residual magic.The world was watching her now.She didn’t need the ancient beings to say it again. She felt their attention like pressure at the back of her skull, not invasive—evaluating. Waiting.Killian stood beside her, silent, arms crossed over his chest as he scanned the treeline below. The morning light caught in his dark hair, softened the hard lines of his face—but it didn’t touch his eyes. Those remained sharp, alert, Alpha to the core.“You should rest,” he said finally.Aria shook her head. “If I sleep, I’ll dream. And if I dream…” She trailed off.“…they might come again,” he finished.She glanced at him. “You believe me.”“I’ve never doubted you.” His jaw tightened. “I just hate that this is happenin

The fortress did not sleep.Torches burned along the walls long past midnight, their flames steady despite the wind that swept down from the mountains. Wolves moved through the corridors with purpose—quiet, controlled, alert. No laughter. No unnecessary words. Everyone felt it now.The countdown.Aria stood at the edge of the training grounds, wrapped in a dark cloak, watching the moon climb higher. It was no longer just stained red at the edges. It was changing—as though something beneath its surface was pressing closer, testing the skin of the sky.Two nights.Her magic stirred again, stronger than before. Not wild. Not panicked.Focused.Killian approached from behind without a sound. He didn’t touch her at first—just stood close enough that she could feel the heat of him, the familiar grounding presence that steadied her heartbeat.“You’re not sleeping,” he said quietly.She shook her head. “Neither are you.”A corner of his mouth twitched. “Alphas don’t sleep before wars.”“This

Dawn did not bring peace.It brought silence—the kind that pressed too hard against the ears, heavy and unnatural, as if the world itself was holding its breath after nearly breaking apart.Aria stood at the edge of the ridge long after the others had begun to move back toward the fortress. The ground where the fracture had sealed looked deceptively normal now—solid stone, damp earth, no sign of the violence that had ripped it open hours earlier.But she could still feel it.A faint echo beneath her feet.Waiting.Killian remained beside her, close enough that their shoulders brushed, his presence steady and grounding. He hadn’t let go of her hand since she’d returned—not when the healers checked her, not when the pack erupted into relieved chaos, not even now.“You’re shaking,” he said quietly.She flexed her fingers. “I’m not cold.”“I know.”She finally turned to face him. His eyes searched her face with an intensity that made her chest ache—not suspicion, not fear, but something r