All Chapters of REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The moon hung low over the Silverstone estate, its pale light cutting through the night fog that draped the pack’s stronghold in eerie silence. Kaelen stood at the edge of the grand hall, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles whitened. Every breath he drew felt like it scraped against glass. Tonight was the night he would end this charade—no more hiding, no more doubts.Behind him, Lorien’s words still echoed in his mind.“She’s been working with them since the beginning. The witches. The scent, the poison, even the spell that kept you bound—it was all Selene.”Kaelen had wanted to deny it. For months, he had clung to the hope that there was still a shred of truth in the woman he once thought was his mate. But that hope was a dying ember now. Aria’s suffering, the false pregnancy, the whispered enchantments in the night—all of it pointed to the same truth.Selene had deceived them all.When he pushed open the heavy doors to her private chamber, the scent of lavender and burn

The storm that had been brewing within Kaelen finally broke. It wasn’t the kind of tempest that screamed through the skies or shattered the world with thunder—it was quieter, deeper. The moment Aria’s scent filled the air, real and unmasked, it pierced through every illusion, every barrier he had ever built to deny his instincts. It was wild honey and moonfire, laced with a note of something ancient, something that called directly to the beast within him. His wolf snapped awake, not just alert—but ravenous, possessive, claiming.Aria stood before him, trembling. Her hair was disheveled from their argument, eyes bright with defiance and fear. “You wanted the truth,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of the secret she’d carried too long. “There it is, Kaelen. Me. My scent. My curse. My bond.”Kaelen staggered back a step as his chest heaved. The sound that came from him wasn’t human—it was a guttural, primal growl that vibrated through the air like a living force. His e

Moonlight poured through the tall glass windows of the Alpha’s chamber, spilling over the room in silver ribbons that shimmered against Kaelen’s bare shoulders. The air was charged, trembling with the pulse of something ancient — a bond that had been denied too long and now demanded to be completed.Aria stood before him, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. The faint scar from the witch attack traced the curve of her arm, a pale memory of her sacrifice. Kaelen’s eyes lingered there for a moment — not with pity, but reverence.He took a slow step toward her, every movement deliberate. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he murmured, voice low and rough as gravel. “You could’ve died.”Her lips parted. “And if I hadn’t, you would have.”The air between them burned — fierce, magnetic. His wolf prowled beneath his skin, restless and hungry, no longer restrained by denial or guilt. Every time he looked at her, the pull grew stronger, undeniable.When she had revealed her scent — pur

The night fell heavy upon Silvercrest, a curtain of dark clouds rolling over the mountains, blotting out the stars that had once guided the wolves home. The forest whispered unease, the scent of blood and smoke thickening in the air long before the first howl pierced the night.Aria’s heart clenched the moment it came — the desperate cry of pain that only came from one thing: an ambush. She didn’t hesitate. Even before Kaelen’s command echoed through the bond, she was already sprinting toward the western perimeter, her bare feet silent against the damp earth.Her wolf stirred inside her, wild and protective. They’ve come for us again.By the time she reached the clearing, chaos reigned. Bodies lay strewn among the ferns — rogues, their eyes wild with madness, their throats bared in defiance. Silvercrest warriors fought with feral precision, but there were too many. The rogues moved in waves, their movements disjointed yet guided by some darker hand.Aria’s power flared instinctively —

The night sky burned crimson, clouds torn apart by streaks of wild lightning as the pack battlefield dissolved into chaos. The scent of iron and ash clung to every breath. Screams echoed—wolves in human and beast form fell alike, the earth slick with blood and the residue of corrupted magic. The border that had once defined the safety of Kaelen’s pack was now nothing more than smoldering ground, torn trees, and rivers of death.Aria’s hands glowed faintly as she knelt beside a fallen warrior, pressing her palms against his wound. “Breathe,” she whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion. “Don’t give in yet.” The greenish light from her touch spread through the warrior’s body, knitting flesh, mending veins. He gasped, eyes fluttering open just long enough to whisper, “Luna… thank you.”But there was no time to respond.A roar split the night—deep, guttural, the sound of something ancient and enraged. Aria’s head snapped toward the sound. It wasn’t just a wolf’s cry; it was his. Kae