บททั้งหมดของ Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By The Alpha King: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 118

I lowered myself onto my throne with deliberate grace, refusing to show even a hint of the fatigue that still lingered in my bones. The wolfsbane's poison might not have killed me, but its ghost remained, a dull ache that Athena's accelerated healing hadn't fully conquered. She stirred within me, copper-bright and alert, her presence pushing forward as we faced the kneeling rogues. 'Enemies,' she growled, though her assessment lacked conviction. These wolves looked more like scarecrows than threats—all hollow eyes and sharp angles, their clothes hanging from emaciated frames. Yet there was something unsettling in their collective stillness, in the way their eyes tracked me with synchronised focus.Lukas settled into his throne beside me, his posture deceptively relaxed though I could feel the tension radiating from him. His ice-blue eyes swept over the kneeling figures with predatory assessment, cataloging threats, weaknesses, escape routes. Through our bond, Ares's presenc

The dungeons beneath the Royal Palace were as cold as death. I descended the narrow stone staircase with Lukas at my side, the dried blood on my formal clothes cracking with each movement. Athena paced restlessly within me, her copper presence still burning with the satisfaction of our executions, yet uneasy about what waited below. The wolfsbane's ghost lingered in my veins, a dull ache that sharpened with each step, but I ignored it. Physical pain was nothing compared to the threat still hanging over us—this mysterious Voice who had orchestrated attacks against me, against us, and somehow controlled wolves like puppets on invisible strings."You're certain you're up for this?" Lukas asked, his voice low enough that only I could hear it. His hand rested at the small of my back, a point of warmth in the dungeon's chill.I nodded, not bothering to hide my grimace as we reached the bottom of the stairs. "I need answers, Lukas. We both do."The cells stretche

I stormed from the dungeon with Ares clawing at my insides, his presence pushing so hard against my skin that I could feel my claws extending and retracting with each pulse of rage. My mate was being threatened. Again. And she wanted to keep the threat alive, to study it like some curious artifact rather than eliminate it. Servants flattened themselves against walls as I passed, the wiser ones averting their eyes from their King’s fury. They knew what the red rimming my vision meant—Ares was riding me hard, and he would not be denied much longer.The palace corridors blurred around me, marble and stone bleeding together as I moved with inhuman speed toward the nearest exit. Guards bowed hastily, scrambling out of my path. One foolish young wolf attempted to ask if I required assistance and found himself pinned against a wall, my hand around his throat before he'd finished speaking."My King," Dominic's voice cut through the red haze. He stood several paces away, ha

We were halfway through tearing apart the second rogue camp when I caught her scent on the wind—copper, cinnamon and fury. Athena, moving toward us with purpose, with Nico's smaller wolf following behind. Ares faltered mid-lunge, momentarily confused by the approach of his mate. I had one rogue by the throat, blood coating my muzzle, while my guard wolves handled the others. Three were already dead, their bodies cooling on the forest floor. Two more were fighting back with the desperation of the cornered, though the outcome was never in doubt. Until she arrived.Athena burst through the treeline like vengeance incarnate, massive copper form gleaming in the moonlight, emerald eyes finding mine instantly across the blood-soaked clearing. The growl that escaped her would have sent lesser wolves to their bellies—a sound of such commanding fury that even my royal guards hesitated, their jaws loosening on their prey.I didn't release my rogue. Ares refused, his golden pr