All Chapters of REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The scent of blood was thick in the air.Aria pressed a cloth against the gash running down the young warrior’s shoulder, her small hands steady even though his body trembled beneath her touch. She could feel the way his pulse raced, the heat of his fevered skin, the roughness of his breathing as though each inhale was a battle he was losing.“Hold still,” she whispered, not unkindly. Her voice carried a quiet authority born from practice, though it never carried far enough for anyone to truly listen. “If you move, you’ll tear it open again.”The warrior groaned, biting down on his lip. He couldn’t be more than nineteen, barely out of training, yet already he had been thrown into the chaos of the border skirmishes. The pack was stretched thin, and every able-bodied wolf had been forced to fight.Aria reached for her pouch, pulling out the stitched leather case where she kept her herbs and tools. She had organized them herself, memorizing each small bundle of leaves and dried roots, be

The first rays of dawn slipped through the flaps of the healer’s tent, soft and gold, painting faint streaks across the canvas. Aria stretched her sore arms, feeling the weight of exhaustion seep into her bones. She hadn’t slept at all.The memories from last night—the laughter, the sneers, Damian’s cold rejection—had clawed their way into her chest again, leaving her raw and hollow. But she refused to let it break her. Not today.Not when so many still needed her.She tightened the ties of her healer’s apron and walked to the basin, pouring out the murky water and filling it anew. The crisp chill bit into her skin, shocking her awake, but she welcomed it. Pain was grounding. Pain reminded her she was alive.Work. Heal. Keep moving.Those had become her mantras.When the wounds inside her screamed too loudly, she drowned them in the cries of others. When her chest ached with rejection, she silenced it with bandages, poultices, and remedies.Her soul might be fractured, but her hands s

The morning after the feast, the pack’s training grounds buzzed with restless energy.Word had spread: the Alpha King himself would be observing, perhaps even sparring with the warriors. It was a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. Every wolf, young and old, crowded the edges of the grounds, straining to catch a glimpse.Aria, summoned to tend to possible injuries, stood quietly at the fringe with her healer’s satchel. Her heart beat too quickly, though she told herself it was only because of the crowd. Only because the day promised chaos.But when Kaelen entered the clearing, his presence slammed into her chest like a blow.Clad in black training leathers, stripped of his heavy cloak, he looked even more formidable than he had at the feast. Broad shoulders, coiled muscles, movements sharp and predatory—he radiated lethal grace. His silver eyes swept across the field, and again, Aria felt that impossible pull, as if his gaze brushed over her even in the crowd.Damian strutted forward, eager