All Chapters of Alpha's Rejected Secret: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The forest was eerily silent after the storm. Smoke curled between the trees, and the sky above burned with the faint red glow of a dying moon. Killian knelt in the mud, his hands trembling, his chest heaving as the last trace of her scent faded into the wind.“Aria…” he whispered. Her name came out broken, barely a sound, but it carried everything the rage, the loss, the unbearable ache that tore through him.All that remained of her was light faint, golden specks floating in the air like ashes. They clung to his skin, dissolving into him with a warmth that hurt more than the cold ever could.He pressed his palm to the ground where she’d last stood. It was still warm. Still pulsing faintly, like the earth itself remembered her. His wolf pushed at the edge of control, desperate to follow her, to tear through reality itself if that’s what it took to bring her back.But there was nothing to follow.The bond had gone silent.For the first time since their connection had formed, there w

The silence after the explosion was unbearable.Even the stars above seemed to hold their breath.Killian stayed on his knees, trembling, his claws dug deep into the cracked earth. The faint glow from Aria’s pendant flickered in his palm, dimming slowly as if her heartbeat was fading with it. The air smelled of smoke and blood, the remnants of magic hanging like poison around him.She was gone. Again.His chest constricted. His wolf howled inside, wild and broken, clawing to tear through his skin and follow her wherever she’d gone. But the bond felt hollow now — stretched thin, like a thread about to snap.Then… a whisper.“Killian…”He froze. His eyes snapped open, searching the darkness.“Killian, can you hear me?” The voice was faint, distant — not from the air, but from inside him. Her. Aria.“Aria?” His voice cracked. “Where are you? Aria!”“I don’t know… it’s cold. I can’t see anything. But he’s close… the one made of shadows. He’s coming.”Killian’s pulse thundered. “Hold on,”

The storm had not ended.Even after the fortress fell, its shadows clung to the world like ash. The air reeked of burned magic, and the forest that surrounded the ruins was silent not dead, but holding its breath.Aria stood at the edge of the crater where the fortress once stood, the ground still smoldering beneath her boots. The bond between her and Killian pulsed faintly, broken and jagged, like a wound that refused to heal. She had not slept in days.Her hands trembled as she clutched his pendant the same one she’d once worn as a promise of forever. It was cracked, faintly glowing with the remnants of his power.“Where are you, Killian…” she whispered into the wind.The voice of her wolf stirred softly inside her mind.He’s not gone. I can still feel him.Aria closed her eyes, feeling the faint hum of their bond. It was weak nearly drowned beneath the darkness but it was there. A heartbeat. A whisper. A thread of gold in a sea of shadow.“He told me not to come back,” she murm

The light was blinding.Aria squeezed Killian’s hand tighter as they stepped through the shimmering veil, their bodies dissolving into the radiance. It wasn’t pain not exactly but the sensation of being torn apart and rebuilt at once.And then, silence.The brightness faded, replaced by a cold wind brushing against her cheek. Aria blinked rapidly, her vision swimming until the world came into focus.They were standing in the ruins of what had once been their pack’s territory.The trees were blackened, scorched as if by fire. The once-vibrant clearing where the moonstones had grown was now a wasteland of ash and twisted roots. The scent of decay lingered thick in the air.Killian’s jaw tightened as he looked around. “How long were we gone?”Aria swallowed hard. “I… I don’t know.”They had fallen into the Abyss together but the passage of time there was unpredictable. What might have been hours for them could’ve been weeks… or even years in the mortal realm.Aria stepped forward, her

The world was silent.When Killian opened his eyes, the sky was dim not night, not day, just a pale, colorless void stretching endlessly above him. The ruins that had once been the battlefield were buried in dust and ash. He could taste the dryness of it on his tongue, feel it clinging to his skin.The mark on the ground where Aria had stood was gone. Only a faint shimmer remained, like a ghost refusing to leave.“Aria…”Her name cracked from his lips, weak, hoarse, as if his throat had forgotten how to speak. He pushed himself up, every muscle aching. His wounds were half-healed, glowing faintly with silver, but it wasn’t his strength that had saved him. It was hers.He remembered everything.The light. Her tears. The word she spoke.And the way she vanished like the moon blinking out of existence.Killian stumbled forward, collapsing to his knees. “No… no, please,” he whispered, digging his hands into the earth. “You can’t be gone. Not like this.”His voice echoed through the empt