All Chapters of REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The night had barely surrendered to dawn when Kaelen stepped into the courtyard, his boots crunching against gravel still damp with dew. He hadn’t slept, the weight of the previous night pressing against his chest like an iron chain. Selene’s scent still clung faintly to him, but it was a bitter reminder of rejection, of lies unraveling.His wolf prowled inside him, restless, impatient. She is near. I can feel her. And danger lurks closer than you think.Kaelen rolled his shoulders, stretching tense muscles. He was supposed to lead the morning drills with his warriors, but his instincts kept pulling him elsewhere, tugging like invisible threads. He almost turned toward the gates, compelled to follow the call, when a sudden prickle ran down his spine.The courtyard was too still. Too quiet.A faint shift of shadow. The scent of iron and bloodlust.Rogues, his wolf snarled. Ambush.Kaelen reacted a heartbeat before the first blade whistled through the air. He spun, his sword flashing fr

The forest stretched endless before her, but no matter how far Aria ran, his presence lingered. His scent, his voice, the way his golden eyes had looked at her in the cave—it all clung to her like smoke.Her wolf padded silently in her mind, watchful and restless.You cannot keep running forever.“I have to,” Aria whispered, hugging herself against the dawn chill. “If I stay, he’ll break me again.”Or mend you, her wolf countered softly.Aria clenched her jaw, shutting the voice out. She had survived humiliation, betrayal, and a soul wound deeper than any physical scar. She couldn’t risk reopening it just because the Alpha King suddenly acted like he cared.But even as she told herself this, her steps faltered when she caught the faintest echo of his heartbeat.Kaelen had followed.He hadn’t meant to. He told himself to let her go, to respect her distance, but his wolf had raged inside him, claws digging at his insides, demanding he keep her in sight.She is ours. She is truth. Why do

The fortress halls were eerily quiet that night, every flame guttering low as though even fire feared to burn too brightly in Selene’s presence. She drifted through the corridors like a phantom, her silken gown whispering against the stones, her eyes unfocused.The whispers in her head had grown louder.At first, they were manageable—soft suggestions, soothing promises from the dark coven who had crafted the spell that bound Kaelen to her. But now, they were no longer whispers. They were shrieks, cutting through her thoughts like knives, demanding more power, more sacrifices.Her temples throbbed with each beat of her heart, and her hands trembled as she clutched the cold stone wall.This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.The witches had promised stability. A bond that would never break. Eternal Luna status.But the bond was slipping.She could feel it every time Kaelen’s gaze lingered too long on the horizon, searching for a ghost. Every time his body recoiled from her touch, every t

The pack had always seen Selene as untouchable. Beautiful, powerful, chosen by the Alpha King himself. She had been paraded as the perfect Luna-to-be, her smile dazzling, her voice sweet as honey.But after that day in the courtyard, something had shifted.The whispers started quietly, hesitant at first, but they spread like embers on dry wind.“Did you hear how the King silenced her?”“He never spoke to her that way before.”“She looked like a child throwing a tantrum, not a Luna.”The perfect image Selene had built, the flawless mask she wore, was beginning to crack. And the pack noticed.Selene sat at her vanity that night, staring at her reflection. Her face, once radiant, looked pale under the flickering candlelight. The powders and rouges she brushed across her cheeks couldn’t hide the hollowness beneath her eyes.She slammed the brush down with a growl.It was Aria’s fault.Aria, with her wide, innocent eyes. Aria, who should have remained invisible, stepped on like a rag benea

The fortress never slept after battle. Even as dawn’s light spilled across the high walls, the air was thick with the scent of blood, herbs, and smoke from the healers’ fires. Wolves limped through the courtyard, some leaning on comrades, others bandaged and pale. Yet murmurs followed a single name, growing louder with every passing hour.Aria.The mysterious healer.The one who had turned death into life with the touch of her hands.The one whose power even the Alpha King himself had witnessed.Kaelen paced his chamber, his mind a storm. His wolf prowled restlessly, pressing against him, urging him to acknowledge what it already knew. But Kaelen resisted. Not yet. He needed clarity.His voice cut the silence. “Summon the archives keeper.”Moments later, the door opened and an older wolf with stooped shoulders entered, bowing deeply. “You called, my King.”Kaelen’s eyes gleamed like molten gold. “Bring me all records of wolves with unusual abilities. Lineages, legends, prophecies. Eve