Todos los capítulos de REJECTED BY FATE, CLAIMED BY THE ALPHA KING : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The night tore itself apart with screams.The forest that had been Aria’s sanctuary for weeks was now drenched in chaos — the sharp clash of metal, the scent of blood, and the terrified cries of villagers running for their lives. Smoke coiled into the sky from burning huts, and the glow of flames painted the trees in feverish orange.Aria moved through it all like a shadow, heart pounding, her cloak torn and hands smeared with dirt and ash. She had been helping the villagers rebuild after a recent storm — nothing more than a healer now, living quietly far from pack politics, far from Kaelen, far from the pain.Until tonight.The raiders came without warning — rogues, half-mad with hunger and bloodlust. She had heard their growls before she even saw them, and instinct had taken over. She gathered the children into the old granary cellar, ordered the women to hide, and ran toward the chaos with nothing but her herbs and a small blade.Now, she knelt beside a boy no older than eight, his

The moonlight was silver and cold, glinting off the leaves like shards of broken glass. The night air was sharp, holding its breath as though the forest itself feared what would come next. Aria stood before Kaelen, her back to the tree line, her heart pounding so hard it hurt. He was close—too close—his golden eyes glowing faintly, wild with emotion she couldn’t name.“Stop running from me,” Kaelen growled, his voice rough with barely controlled frustration. “Every time I look at you, every time I catch your scent, it’s like—” He broke off, his jaw tightening. “You’re in my blood, Aria. My wolf can barely stand when you’re near, but when you walk away, I feel like I’m being ripped apart.”Aria’s breath hitched. His words struck something deep inside her—something that wanted so desperately to believe, to melt into his arms, to let the past burn away. But the shadows of rejection still clung to her. She saw flashes of that night—him standing beside Selene, his eyes filled with confusio

The courtyard was still humming with the echoes of the interrupted Luna Ceremony when the air suddenly shifted. It began as a faint vibration—so subtle most ignored it. The petals scattered across the ground stirred as if brushed by invisible fingers. Then, without warning, the torches lining the perimeter flickered violently, their flames stretching upward like claws.Aria felt it first.The air thickened with an energy she knew too well—dark, wild, uncontained. Her wolf stirred inside her chest, fur bristling. Danger.She spun toward the dais just as the first wave of magic hit.A burst of violet flame erupted from the ground where Selene had stood moments before, a tearing of energy so intense that even the Elders stumbled backward. The crowd screamed as the fire spiraled into the sky, forming the faint silhouette of a sigil—a seal of witchcraft.“Get back!” Kaelen barked, his voice carrying through the chaos. Warriors surged forward, forming a defensive line, but it was already to

The infirmary was quiet that night, the air thick with the scent of herbs and blood. Moonlight streamed through the cracked windows, painting silver streaks across the wooden floorboards. Aria sat beside a young soldier whose breathing had grown shallow, her hand pressed to his chest as faint golden light pulsed from her palm.Each time she used her power, it cost her something—a fragment of strength, a drop of essence. But she couldn’t stop. The pack had been ambushed again, rogues growing bolder as chaos brewed under Selene’s unstable rule.Her healing glow dimmed, and she exhaled shakily, brushing the boy’s hair from his face. “You’ll live,” she whispered, voice low and steady. “Rest now.”When she stood, her legs trembled. She turned toward the shelf to grab another bandage when the scent hit her—rich pine and thunder, the unmistakable pull of him.Her breath caught.Kaelen.He was here.The air grew heavier as his shadow filled the doorway. He didn’t announce himself, didn’t spea

The storm that rolled across the valley that evening carried a strange scent—ash, herbs, and something darker beneath. Aria stood at the window of the infirmary, watching the clouds crawl low and heavy over the packlands. Every gust of wind whispered of unrest. The aftermath of the rogue attack had left the pack uneasy, but what unsettled Aria most was the silence that followed Kaelen’s return.He hadn’t come to see her again. Not after that almost-kiss, not after that charged heartbeat between them.It was for the best, she told herself. The pack was already watching her too closely, Selene’s eyes sharper than ever. Kaelen had been busy commanding his warriors, and Aria—well, Aria had hidden in her work, healing and pretending her heart hadn’t nearly burned alive in his presence.But that night, the air felt wrong.Her wolf stirred uneasily. Something stirs beneath the wind. Do you smell it?Aria inhaled deeply. A sharp tang of iron and sage reached her nose—witchcraft. Her pulse qui