All Chapters of Rejected by the alpha, claimed by his brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

Aric’s POVI didn’t sleep.I tried—God knows I tried—but my mind refused to rest. It was chaos, a battlefield of thoughts colliding, instincts clawing beneath my skin, my wolf restless in a way I couldn’t silence.The suite in Belmont felt smaller tonight. Tighter., Suffocating., Luxury pressed in from every corner, cold and untouched, almost mocking in its perfection.I paced the length of the room again, my steps silent against the thick carpet, my jaw tight, shoulders rigid.Tomorrow.I was leaving for Eldenwald tomorrow.,Everything else had been cleared., Meetings cancelled.Negotiations postponed., Ministers dismissed., Nothing mattered anymore., Nothing except getting back to her., The woman the King said wasn’t my concern.The woman Damon had dragged away like she was something to be claimed.The woman who, for the first time in years, made me feel something that wasn’t numb duty or calculated restraint.Selene., And I hadn’t heard from her since her phone went dead.I had call

Aric’s POVThe words didn’t move me.They should have.A command from the King. A direct order. A line drawn in iron and blood.But all I felt…was clarity. Something inside me stilled completely, like the eye of a storm settling into perfect, terrifying calm.My gaze didn’t leave his. “Say that again.”My voice was quiet. Too quiet. General Hargrove paused mid-step near the door. Ivana’s breath hitched faintly beside us. Even the guards outside seemed to feel it, the shift in the air, the way tension coiled tighter, sharper, ready to snap.The King’s eyes narrowed slightly.“I said,” he repeated, slower this time, more deliberate, “you are forbidden from going anywhere near Selene.”Selene.Not Cassandra. Not a title. Not a position.Just her. And somehow that made it worse.Something dark stirred beneath my ribs.Low. Dangerous.Ancient.The wolf didn’t like that. Didn’t like being told to stay away.Didn’t like being commanded to abandon what it had already marked as its own. I exhaled

Damon’s POV“My wife hates me,” I whispered before I even realised I had spoken.“She clearly does,” he replied, blunt and merciless. “Which is why she went to your brother.”That cut through me like a blade.A slow, deep ache opened beneath my ribs, the kind that travelled upward and tightened around my throat. I dragged in a shaky breath, but even that felt like a struggle.He rested a hand briefly, almost awkwardly, on my shoulder.“Damon… it is obvious Selene does not want reconciliation. And since you will be the future king, you need to cut your losses.”I jerked back from him, disbelief snapping inside me like brittle glass.Cut my losses?He wanted me to treat my marriage like a failed investment? Something to discard once the returns stopped being convenient?His eyes didn’t soften. Not even a fraction.“Let her go while you can still keep her friendship,” he continued, voice maddeningly calm. “That is the best option for you. If she ever wants to return in the future, you ca