All Chapters of REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

The night air was restless, carrying a sharp scent of storm and pine. The crescent moon hung low over the horizon, veiled in a shroud of bruised clouds that mirrored the heaviness in Aria’s chest. Since her Luna ceremony, the energy of the world had changed—like the threads of fate were tightening around her throat. The power that pulsed in her veins felt more alive than ever, but with it came whispers—dark, echoing voices that didn’t belong to the wind.She stood at the balcony overlooking the training fields below. Warriors moved in the dim torchlight, their movements quick and urgent. It had been two days since the Elders declared her Luna through the Trials, and the pack had slowly begun to embrace her. Yet even in celebration, there was unease. She could feel it in their howls, in the tremor of the earth beneath their paws.The bond between her and Kaelen had only deepened—raw, powerful, undeniable. His presence was both anchor and fire. But lately, something had begun to gnaw at

Firelight stained the horizon long before the alarms rang.Kaelen stood atop the eastern watchtower as flames rose in a jagged line across the distant trees, turning the night into a hellish mirror of Aria’s nightmares. Smoke billowed upward, spiraling like dark serpents toward the moon. The crackling roar of spreading fire carried even across miles of forest, and beneath it—faint but unmistakable—came the anguished screams of villagers.Lucien hadn’t just sent scouts this time.He had sent destruction.Kaelen’s jaw tightened until pain shot down his neck. His claws pushed through his fingertips, his wolf scratching frantically for the chance to ravage something—anything. His entire body pulsed with the instinct to sprint straight toward the fire, tear into the rogues, and not stop until their blood slicked the earth.But Aria was behind him.Aria, who had just broken free of Lucien’s mental intrusion.Aria, whose fear had hit him through the bond like an arrow to the heart.Aria, who

The forest should not have been that quiet.Aria sensed it before she saw anything—an unnatural stillness, the kind that presses against the skin like a hand trying to smother breath. She had come out with a group of trackers to scout the northern ridge, a region Kaelen suspected Lucien had been testing with small incursions. The morning air was cool, threaded with pine, the kind of briskness that usually made her wolf hum with alert contentment. But today her wolf paced inside her restlessly, tail low, ears pinned.Something was wrong.The trackers fanned out, sniffing for signs of rogue infiltration, but Aria’s senses tugged her farther, deeper, toward a clearing where light filtered in silver strands through the canopy. Her heart tightened. Every instinct told her to return to Kaelen immediately. Yet duty held her, even as unease pooled in her stomach.She pushed through a stand of old cedars. The moment she stepped into the clearing, her breath stopped.Someone was waiting.A man

The world lurched sideways as the fortress walls finally gave way under the pressure of clashing Alpha power. Dust rained from the ceiling. Torches flickered violently, and the stones beneath Aria’s feet trembled like they might bolt from the earth altogether. Kaelen’s roar still echoed through the ruined chamber where Lucien had tried to mark her, a furious sound that had rattled the marrow in her bones and driven fear into whatever was left of Lucien’s brittle patience. Now, in the immediate aftermath of that clash, the air simmered with the remnants of Alpha dominance—Kaelen’s fierce and grounding, Lucien’s poisonous and lingering.Lucien stood opposite them, eyes gleaming with the kind of unhinged delight only a man who believed himself untouchable could wear. His armor was cracked, blood dripping from a shallow cut across his cheek, but he still managed to smile as if he were the victor rather than the one forced back. Aria leaned into Kaelen as he shielded her with his body, but

Sleep came to Aria slowly that night, as though her body feared closing its eyes after everything that had happened. Kaelen had carried her back to their chamber despite her protests, insisting that the healer reinspecting her shoulder wound was not enough—he needed to feel her breathing, feel her warmth beside him, feel her safe. The pack hummed restlessly outside, the weight of Rowan’s betrayal heavy in every mind, but inside their room there was only the soft crackle of the fire and Kaelen’s steady presence anchoring her.Aria lay curled against him, exhaustion pressing on her like a second blanket. His fingers drifted along her spine in slow, grounding movements. Every brush of his skin sent waves of comfort through their bond. Eventually the tension in her muscles eased, her heartbeat steadied, and her eyelids fluttered closed. Kaelen shifted slightly, tightening his arm around her as if daring any threat to even breathe near her. “Rest, Aria,” he whispered against her hair. “I’m