All Chapters of Alpha's Rejected Secret: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The whisper wouldn’t leave her. Even as dawn broke and the camp stirred, Aria still felt the ghost of that voice curling around her bones: The fracture is already yours.She had heard threats before, from rogues, from traitors, from her own haunted memories. But this one was different. It didn’t feel like a threat at all. It felt like a prophecy.And worse—it felt true.Everywhere she turned, she saw it. Cracks. Wolves who bowed but did not meet her eyes. Warriors who whispered in corners, their voices falling silent as soon as she entered. There was an uneasy hush that seemed to follow her footsteps like a shadow.Killian noticed too. He always did.“You didn’t sleep,” he murmured that morning as they walked the border, his arm brushing hers.Aria gave a bitter laugh. “Do I look that bad?”“You look like someone carrying more than a pack should ever ask of you,” he said, his tone rough but gentle.Her throat tightened. For a moment, she wanted to tell him everything—the whisper, the

The ridge was silent but for the ragged breathing of wolves and the low crackle of dying fires. Blood stained the earth, dark against the pale stone. Wounded howls carried through the night, but Aria barely heard them. The commander’s words still rang in her ears, coiling through her mind like a curse.You already carry us inside you.Her hand trembled against her chest as though she could claw the truth out from under her skin. But no matter how fiercely she tried, she couldn’t stop the chill spreading through her veins.Killian’s presence loomed beside her, steady and protective, but when his hand brushed her arm, she flinched. The memory of the Veil leader’s smirk replayed in her mind. It wasn’t Killian she doubted—it was herself.“Aria,” he said, voice rough. His storm-grey eyes searched hers, sharp and unrelenting. “What did he mean?”Her lips parted, but no words came. She couldn’t answer, because she didn’t know. All she had were fragments—visions, whispers, Rowan’s absence gna

Cold.That was the first thing Aria felt. Not the kind of cold that numbed, but the kind that listened—a chill that crawled through her bones as though searching for something hidden.When she opened her eyes, there was no sky, no ground—only a swirling expanse of silver mist and shifting shadows that breathed like living smoke. Her body floated weightless in it, untethered. Every sound was muted, yet she could hear whispers threading through the air.Welcome home.Her heart slammed against her ribs. She spun, searching for the voice, but the mist only thickened. A faint light pulsed ahead, and she forced her legs to move, though she wasn’t sure what surface she walked on—if any.Each step echoed like footsteps on glass.“Killian?” she called, voice small, breaking apart in the stillness. “Rowan?”No answer—only the whisper again, this time closer. They cannot follow you here. You belong to us now.A shadow flickered to her left. Aria jerked toward it, hand rising instinctively. Blue-

The world was gone.Or maybe it was still there, just… rewritten.The forest that had once been alive with the sounds of crickets and the rustle of wind was now made of whispers and shifting mist. The air shimmered with something heavy—like grief and magic fused together. Every breath Aria took burned her throat, the taste of iron and smoke clinging to her tongue.Her wolf stirred weakly inside her, the link between them faint, as though muffled by a wall of glass.Killian… she tried to reach for him through the bond. But all she got was silence. The emptiness clawed at her chest.Wherever she was, it wasn’t the mortal world. This was the Veil.And it was alive.The mist pulsed like veins, breathing, reacting to her heartbeat. Faint shapes moved within it—too fast, too wrong. She could sense them circling her, unseen eyes watching. Judging. Waiting.“You shouldn’t have come here, little Luna.”The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, low and sweet, dripping with the same venomous c

The wind cut sharper as I moved deeper into the forest. Each gust carried fragments of voices—whispers, cries, laughter that wasn’t laughter at all. It wasn’t the same forest anymore; something in it had changed after the Veil’s collapse. The air shimmered faintly, thick with leftover magic. My wolf stayed alert, her senses sharp and ears twitching.The trail I followed wasn’t marked by footprints but by energy—faint ripples of Killian’s power that tugged at the bond like distant thunder. He was leaving traces, deliberately or not, and I clung to each flicker like it was oxygen.“You think you can hide from me?” I muttered under my breath, half a threat, half a prayer. “Not this time.”Somewhere between the ruins and the edge of the valley, I found what was left of a clearing—trees blackened, soil cracked and glowing faintly from residual energy. At its center stood a single stone pillar I’d never seen before, carved with runes that shimmered in dull silver.It pulsed when I approache