All Chapters of REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The forest was alive with whispers.Branches swayed in the midnight wind, their shadows reaching across the mossy earth like claws. The smell of damp soil and crushed pine needles clung to the air. Somewhere in the distance, an owl called, sharp and mournful, echoing through the emptiness.Aria leaned heavily against a tree trunk, her breath ragged. Every muscle in her body burned, her legs trembling with exhaustion from the desperate flight that had carried her this far from the Silverfang dungeons. Her wrists ached where the silver had once bitten deep into her skin; angry red welts circled them like bracelets of fire.She closed her eyes and forced herself to stay upright. You can’t collapse. Not now. Not when they’ll be hunting you already.The memory of Kaelen’s piercing gaze flared in her mind—those storm-gray eyes that could command an entire army, eyes that had always seemed to see more than she wanted him to. She shook the thought away violently, pressing a hand to her side w

The Alpha King’s study was dark, lit only by the glow of the hearth. Shadows stretched long across the polished stone floor, and the heavy oak desk stood like a throne of its own, scattered with maps and reports.Kaelen sat behind it, his broad shoulders tense, his storm-gray eyes fixed on the parchment before him. The words blurred, though—he hadn’t truly read a single line.It had been weeks since Aria escaped. Weeks since the night her scent had brushed past his senses like a whisper he couldn’t grasp. The memory of it clung to him like a thorn, nagging, refusing to be ignored.Selene lounged in the chair by the fire, her lips curved in a satisfied smile as she twirled a goblet of wine between her fingers. “You brood too much, my king. She was nothing. An Omega who didn’t know her place. You should be thanking me for ridding the pack of her weakness.”Kaelen’s jaw tightened. His wolf stirred uneasily at her words, low growls rumbling in the back of his mind.“She didn’t vanish on h

The forest carried secrets. Leaves rustled with voices that were not there, shadows stretched too long, and the wind seemed to whisper tales from mouth to ear. By the time the sun rose the morning after Aria had saved the pup, those whispers had already begun to take form.Rumors.The kind that spread like wildfire in a world where wolves clung to superstition and fear more than truth.Some said there was a rogue witch in the woods, healing with forbidden magic. Others swore they had seen a golden light glowing deep among the trees, a light that stitched flesh and mended broken bones. And still others whispered of an omega long thought weak, who had now become something… unnatural.Aria didn’t yet know the whispers had started. She only knew that when she woke, her body hummed with strange energy, and the pup pressed to her side radiated warmth as if tethered to her by fate itself.She sat up slowly, her hair tangled, her body sore from sleeping on the uneven ground. Lorien was alread

The forest air was crisp that morning, carrying the faint fragrance of pine and damp soil. A mist clung to the earth, curling around the roots like ghostly fingers. Aria sat cross-legged on a bed of moss, her palms resting lightly on her knees, her breath slow but uneven.Lorien circled her quietly, his boots making no sound as he walked. His eyes, always calm, studied her with the patience of a teacher who had seen centuries pass.“You’re learning fast,” he said at last, crouching beside her. “But your scent betrays you. Any wolf worth his nose could track you in moments. Especially one who knows your essence as well as Kaelen does.”At the sound of Kaelen’s name, Aria’s breath hitched. She clenched her hands against her knees. “I don’t want him to find me.”“Then you must master this lesson,” Lorien said simply. He plucked a sprig of mint from the forest floor, rolling it between his fingers until its fragrance bloomed in the air. “Scents are more than what clings to skin. They are

The halls of the guest manor echoed with silence, but Kaelen could not find peace within them. He sat at the edge of the massive bed meant to comfort an Alpha King, his elbows braced on his knees, his hands clenching and unclenching. The moonlight spilled through the tall window, silvering his dark hair, but even its calm glow could not soothe him.Something was wrong.He felt it in his chest, a restless burn he could not smother. His wolf paced within him, claws scraping at the edges of his mind, growling in agitation.She’s out there, the beast snarled.Kaelen dragged a hand down his face. “She? You mean Selene. She’s right down the hall.”At the mention of Selene’s name, his wolf snarled louder, shaking against the mental walls Kaelen tried to enforce. Not her. Never her.Kaelen’s head snapped up, startled. His wolf had resisted him before, bristled, sulked. But never with this much venom.“She is my Luna,” Kaelen muttered aloud, as if saying it would make it true. “The bond is sea