บททั้งหมดของ Alpha's Rejected Secret: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The cold was the first thing I felt.It wasn’t the kind that bit at the skin—it sank deeper, curling around my bones like chains. I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the darkness began. The only sound was my heartbeat, slow and uneven, echoing in the emptiness around me.When I finally opened my eyes, I realized I was no longer in the ruins or the clearing where I’d fallen. The place around me was… wrong. The air shimmered, dark and heavy, as though even light was afraid to linger here.Stone walls stretched endlessly, carved with sigils that pulsed faintly with silver and black light. Shadows slithered along the ground, moving like liquid, whispering in voices I couldn’t understand.My wrists burned. I glanced down—iron cuffs bound me, glowing faintly blue. They weren’t just metal. They hummed with suppression magic. Every time I tried to shift, the pain flared sharp enough to make my vision blur.The Shadow Court had me.And if I could feel the faint warmth through the bond, it

Silence.Not the kind that comes with peace, but the kind that hums with something ancient and watching. The kind that presses against your ears until your own heartbeat becomes the only sound left.When I opened my eyes, there was no sky. No stars. Only a horizon of endless gray stretching into nothing. The air felt weightless, empty—like I was standing in a dream that had forgotten how to exist.I sat up slowly, every muscle screaming. The last thing I remembered was Killian’s voice—I love you—and the pull of the void swallowing us whole.“Killian,” I whispered, scanning the expanse. “Killian!”My voice echoed, bouncing back to me a thousand times over until it sounded like ghosts repeating my name.Then, faintly—just faintly—I heard a reply.“Aria…”I turned sharply. The sound came from somewhere far away, distorted like it was breaking through water. My chest tightened, and I started to run.The ground beneath me shifted like fog. Each step left no trace, no footprint, no proof I

Darkness. Thick, cold, endless. Aria’s body felt weightless as she drifted in the void, every sense smothered by shadow. She tried to open her eyes, but even that simple act burned like fire. It wasn’t the physical kind of pain—it was deeper, like her soul itself was unraveling. Her wolf whimpered weakly inside her, its light flickering. Killian. The name echoed through the emptiness, swallowed by the dark. Then—faintly—she heard it. A heartbeat. Slow. Strong. Familiar. She reached out blindly, fingers trembling until they brushed something solid—warm. A chest. “Killian?” she whispered, her voice fragile as glass. The warmth stirred beneath her hand, and then a voice—low, raw, strained—answered: “Aria…?” Her heart leapt. She pushed herself up, blinking through the haze until his face appeared before her. He looked broken—his skin pale, veins dark, eyes half-hidden behind shadows. But it was him. “Where are we?” she whispered, clutching his arm. He looked around, his ex

The air split open with a hiss.Dark mist oozed from the trees, curling like serpents, devouring the moonlight until the world turned to shades of silver and black. Aria felt it—the pulse of ancient malice vibrating beneath her feet. The Queen’s echo wasn’t just a shadow. It was hunger given form.Killian shifted beside her, his silver eyes flashing. “Stay behind me.”Aria shook her head, light already flickering along her fingertips. “Not a chance.”The shade laughed—a sound like splintered glass. “You think you can fight me, little spark? You who tampered with death and love and dared to think you’d won?”The ground shuddered beneath them. Trees bent inward as if bowing to an unseen power.Killian’s growl rumbled low and deep. “You’re nothing but a memory. A fragment.”“Perhaps,” the Queen’s voice coiled, echoing through the mist, “but even fragments can cut.”The air exploded.A wave of black energy rushed toward them, sharp and cold, carrying whispers of agony and betrayal. Killia

Light.Endless, searing light.That was all he knew at first.Then pain.A deep, burning ache that clawed through his veins and refused to stop.Killian gasped, forcing his eyes open, but there was no forest, no mountain, no pack. Only the Veil an endless expanse of shimmering color that bent and twisted in ways his mind could barely grasp. The air shimmered like liquid crystal. Fragments of memories floated past him his first shift, his mother’s laughter, Aria’s smile.He reached out, but they scattered like smoke.“Aria,” he whispered hoarsely.His voice echoed, endless, like it had no ground to touch.Then faintly a reply. “Killian…”His heart stopped.He turned. And there she was.Aria stood across the glowing expanse, barefoot, her hair floating as though suspended underwater. Light shimmered beneath her skin, her eyes golden and soft. But she wasn’t solid her form flickered, shifting between presence and light, like a dying flame.“Aria,” he breathed, stepping forward.H