All Chapters of The Rejected Mate Is Back And Rising: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Dead Alpha’s SecretsElena’s POVThe packhouse grows quiet long after midnight. I slip out the door once Maya finally sleeps. My wolf urges me forward, restless, pushing at my ribs as if she knows exactly where I am going.The third floor hallway feels colder than the rest of the house. The portraits on the walls stare down at me, every old Alpha painted with the same hard eyes. I ignore them and head straight to the last door on the left.Regulus Blackwood’s office.I turn the knob slowly. It gives with a soft click. The smell hits instantly. Old paper, stale ink, and something metallic underneath. I step inside and close the door quietly behind me.The room is cluttered with books and half-filled folders. Nothing looks organized. Shelves sag under the weight of documents. Drawers stick out slightly, like someone left in a hurry.My wolf whispers inside me. Something happened here.I move to the desk and pull out the top drawer. Journals. Thick ones with black covers. I grab the

Project Silver VeilElena’s POVI leave the packhouse before dawn, when most wolves are still asleep. The air is cold enough to sting my skin, but it helps clear my mind. My wolf pushes me to move faster, guiding me toward the southeastern edge of the territory.There is only one person left who might know the truth. The retired healer. The one who vanished from pack duties right after Damon’s father died.Her cottage is small, hidden behind thick trees and worn fences. Smoke curls weakly from the chimney. Someone is awake.I knock on the door. A moment passes. Then I hear slow shuffling steps.The door opens. Elda stands there, older than I remember. Her hair is silver now. Her eyes are still sharp.She stares at me for a long moment. “I knew you would come eventually.”I swallow, surprised. “You knew?”She steps aside. “Come in before someone sees you.”I enter, and she closes the door firmly behind us.The room smells of herbs and old magic. Shelves are crammed with jars. A table s

Luna’s LiesElena’s POVThe morning starts with whispers and ends with a blade at my throat.I wake to Marcus pounding on my door. He hands me a tablet with shaking fingers. “They’re everywhere,” he says. “Victoria.”I look down. The images hit my stomach like a fist. Photographs of Damon and me at dinner, mouths close, faces flushed. Edited angles, cropped smiles, captions that call it seduction and manipulation. My face stares back at me with a caption labeling me a witch. Victoria’s handwriting sprawls under the pictures, cruel and neat.“You did this,” I say to Marcus, though my eyes burn.“I did not,” he says flatly. “She leaked them.”My wolf snarls. The packhouse buzzes like an angry hive. People who nodded at me yesterday now turn their heads in disgust. The council sends a summons before noon. The charge: bewitchment and unlawful influence over the Alpha. The penalty is exile. Or worse.Damon arrives at my door before I can breathe. He looks like he has not slept. His eyes ar

The Child FadesElena’s POVThe world comes back in pieces.A breath.A heartbeat.A sharp pain behind my ribs.A cold cloth pressed to my forehead.I blink slowly, and the ceiling swims into focus. I recognize the carved beams of the Alpha wing. I recognize the scent clinging to the sheets. Not mine. Not Maya’s. Damon’s.My throat dries instantly.Someone shifts beside the bed. “Elena?”Rhea leans forward, pale, exhausted, her hand trembling as she touches my arm. “Thank the Moon. You are awake.”I try to sit up, but pain claws through my ribs. I hiss. “My chest… gods…”“You took poison through your bloodstream,” Rhea says quietly. “A blade coated in venom meant to weaken wolves. You were unconscious for three days.”Three days..My heart stumbles. “Maya. Where is she?”Rhea hesitates. Too long. Far too long.“Rhea.” My voice cracks. “Tell me.”She swallows, eyes shining. “She is alive.”“Alive is not enough. Tell me the rest.”Rhea closes her eyes. “Her wolf is fading.”The air leave

The RescueElena’s POVThe peaks tower were like fangs against the horizon. The wind whistles through the forest biting cold and keen, as blades. Snow crackles beneath our boots as we advance, swift and quiet tracking the path that guides us to my daughter.The aroma is subtle. I could recognize it anywhere. Maya. Terror. Smoke. Wolfsbane.Each inhale scorches my lungs.Damon’s wolf takes the lead, its fur shimmering, beneath the moon’s glow. It advances like a freed hunter. Fury powers each step. Fatigue burdens him deeply. The venom remains present. I notice it in the stiffness of his motions in the tension surrounding his eyes.“Take it easy," I whisper. "You're bleeding more.”He remains silent. He doesn't even glance behind him.“Damon," I call out loudly.He pauses momentarily his eyes shining gold in the darkness. "They kidnapped our daughter. You want me to hold back?”“I anticipate you will make it " I retort sharply.For an instant solely the wind responds to us. Then he. Co