All Chapters of REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The silence that followed Selene’s accusation was deafening. The night air was cold and heavy with the scent of storm and fury. Every eye in the courtyard turned toward Aria—some wide with disbelief, others already sharpening with suspicion. Her hands trembled slightly at her sides, but her chin remained high, her eyes glowing faintly gold in the moonlight.“She’s a witch!” Selene screamed again, her voice cutting through the crowd like broken glass. “She’s been using spells to seduce our Alpha, to turn the pack against me! Look at her eyes—look at how they gleam! No wolf should have that kind of glow unless cursed.”A low murmur spread among the pack. The elders exchanged uncertain looks. A few warriors even stepped forward, hesitant but ready, as if the mere accusation had turned Aria into an enemy.Aria’s chest tightened. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She could feel Kaelen’s presence before she saw him—his scent, his power, the way the air always seemed to shift when he entered

The dawn came pale and cold over the pack lands, mist curling like ghostly hands through the pines. Kaelen stood on the terrace outside his chambers, his bare chest rising and falling with shallow, uneven breaths. The wind stung his skin, but he barely felt it. His thoughts were a storm — dark, relentless, impossible to silence.Selene was pregnant.The words echoed again and again, clawing at the walls of his mind. She had shown him the proof — the faint, rhythmic heartbeat the healer had detected within her. The joy in her eyes had seemed real, too real to dismiss. The pack had already begun whispering of celebration, the promise of an heir. It should have been the fulfillment of every Alpha’s duty — lineage, legacy, bloodline.But his wolf didn’t believe it.That was the unbearable truth.Deep inside, the beast growled, restless and cold. It refused to acknowledge Selene’s scent, refused to bow to the idea that she carried their future. When Kaelen had tried to reach out, to feel t

The first warning came as a whisper — a pulse of dark energy rippling through the night like a storm before lightning. Kaelen was still awake when it hit, standing on the northern battlement of the pack fortress, rainwater dripping from his hair. The air suddenly grew heavy, charged with something unnatural. His wolf stirred uneasily inside him, pacing beneath his skin.Witchcraft.He didn’t even need Lorien’s shout from below to confirm it. The earth itself seemed to groan as the trees bent in the distance, light flickering through the forest like crimson fire.Kaelen’s claws burst through his skin as he roared, “TO ARMS!”The night exploded in chaos.Wolves shifted all around him — fur, claws, and teeth flashing under the moonlight as warriors rushed to defend the borders. But the threat was unlike anything they’d seen before. The air shimmered as dark shapes emerged from the mist — witches cloaked in black, their eyes burning with the eerie green of corrupted magic.A curse rolled

The night was cold, heavy with the lingering scent of smoke and blood. The battle had ended hours ago, but the air still pulsed with tension — like the forest itself held its breath. The witches had retreated, but their presence clung to the edges of Silvercrest’s territory, a dark promise of return.Kaelen had led the counterattack himself, his fury sharper than any blade. Every strike he made carried one name in its echo — Aria. He had fought like a beast unchained, driven by the terror of losing her again.Now, long past midnight, he stalked the path back to the infirmary, his heart a storm he could no longer silence.When he entered, she was awake.Aria sat by the window, moonlight spilling across her pale skin. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, loose and wild, silver strands glinting softly. The faint glow of her healed wound shimmered faintly beneath her collarbone — proof that her wolf’s power had done what even the healers couldn’t.She turned when she sensed him. “You’re

The morning after Aria’s escape dawned cold and brittle. Frost glazed the stones of Silvercrest like thin glass, and the air was sharp enough to bite. Inside the Alpha’s manor, the atmosphere was worse than the chill outside — thick, heavy, and laced with tension that could cut skin.Selene stood in the war chamber, her fingers tracing the map spread across the table. The veins of rivers and forests drawn in ink seemed to pulse faintly under her touch, responding to the simmering magic she radiated. Around her, the pack’s advisors shifted uneasily, afraid to meet her eyes.They had seen her temper before — but never like this.“Two days,” she murmured, her tone deceptively soft. “Two days, and no one has found her.”Her gaze lifted slowly to the head tracker, a lean man named Rorik who now bowed his head as if his life depended on it. “We’re doing everything we can, Luna. Her trail went cold near the southern forest.”Selene’s nails drummed against the wood. “Cold?”Rorik swallowed. “