All Chapters of REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The dawn rose like a wounded animal, streaked in bruised purple and a red so dark it felt like an omen. Aria stood at the highest balcony of the Crescent Citadel, her black hair whipped by an unforgiving wind, her heart beating in a rhythm that didn’t feel like her own. It pulsed with the pack’s fear, the pack’s hope, and the steady thundering loyalty of Kaelen’s wolf. The prophecy dream still clung to her mind like smoke—a Blessed Luna shall end the curse of rogues, but only through blood freely given. She didn’t yet know what that meant. She feared she would soon find out.Behind her, Kaelen emerged already armored, bare arms marked with war paint, eyes burning with primal determination. The rising sun caught the edges of his dark hair, turning him into a silhouette carved by battle. He paused, taking her in as though imprinting the memory before the world could steal it.“It’s time,” he said.Aria nodded, swallowing the tremor in her throat. The night they had shared—fierce, vulner

The citadel’s infirmary glowed with soft amber light, lanterns flickering against stone walls etched with healing runes. Outside, the pack moved in uneasy silence, patching wounds, burying the fallen, whispering of Selene’s return like a nightmare they had all hoped to forget. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the next shudder of war.Inside the main chamber, Aria lay beneath thick blankets, her skin pale against the pillows. Her breathing was steadier now, no longer the shallow gasps she had fought through on the battlefield, but she remained frighteningly still. A bowl of crushed moon-herbs steamed beside her, and healers moved around quietly, speaking in hushed tones as though any sound might shake her fragile recovery.Kaelen had not left her side.He sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head bowed low. His hair fell over his eyes in dark, tangled strands, his knuckles white from how tightly he clasped his hands together. He looked like a warrior carved

For a moment that stretched into eternity, the world stood still around Aria’s lifeless body. The battlefield—once a roaring tempest of claws, steel, witchfire, and blood—fell into a suffocating silence, as if even the wind dared not disturb the stillness of death. Kaelen remained on his knees, cradling her in his arms, his breath shuddering through the raw wreckage of his rage and grief. His tears slipped down his cheeks in silent streams, falling onto her pale skin.He rocked her gently, whispering her name as if repetition alone could pull her back. “Aria… Aria, please… come home to me.”But she didn’t stir.Her body, once radiant with Luna light, lay still like a vessel emptied of its soul.And the Blood Moon above pulsed brighter—an ominous, blood-red heartbeat—casting its cruel glow over the battlefield.The pack stood frozen. Warriors who had fought with unyielding ferocity now stared in shattered disbelief. Some whimpered. Some covered their muzzles. Some bowed their heads, un

The morning began quietly—almost deceptively so. A soft mist curled over the training fields, glistening silver beneath the pale caress of dawn. Birds chattered in the high pines, oblivious to the scars still healing across the realm. Aria stood near the edge of the forest, her hands sunk into the damp earth as she guided a group of young wolves through grounding exercises. They mimicked her movements with earnest concentration, some wobbling, some overly dramatic, all trying to master their balance.She laughed softly when one pup toppled sideways into a bush.“You’re improving,” she assured him as she helped brush leaves out of his hair. “Remember—strength is steadiness first, power second.”He beamed at her, proud despite the mishap.Teaching had become a balm for her in these slow months after the war. The world was mending, bit by bit. The land healed, the wolves healed, and even her heart—so battered, so reshaped by prophecy and death and rebirth—found a strange new rhythm.The

The dawn broke over the Crescent Fang territory with a brilliance that seemed almost orchestrated by the heavens themselves. Light spilled over the dense forest canopy, painting the rolling hills and the tranquil river in hues of gold and rose. Aria stood on the edge of the ceremonial grounds, her hand resting lightly on the curve of her belly, feeling the subtle but undeniable stirrings of life growing inside her. She could still remember the moments from the night before—the coronation, the vows, Kaelen’s whispered promises that had dripped with a devotion so deep it made her heart ache. It was a night of transformation, not only for her but for the entire pack.The pack had been roused early, the first faint stirrings of excitement like a wave rolling through the community. Wolves of every rank, shape, and age emerged from their homes, their scents mingling in the crisp morning air. There was a sense of electricity, a pulse that thrummed beneath the surface, almost visible in the w