All Chapters of Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By The Alpha King: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I woke to cold sheets where Amelia should have been. Panic surged through me before I spotted her silhouette on the balcony, copper hair gleaming silver in the moonlight. Ares stirred within me, a conflicted mess of protective instinct and primal fear. ‘Mate alone,’ he growled, pushing me to go to her even as he maintained his distance from Athena. I slipped from the bed and padded across the room, my bare feet silent on the marble floor. She looked small and vulnerable, curled into herself on the stone bench, and something twisted painfully in my chest.I slid the door open and stepped out into the night air. Amelia didn’t turn, though she must have heard me. Her shoulders tensed briefly, then slumped—a gesture that cut deeper than any accusation.“May I join you?” I asked, my voice unnaturally loud in the midnight stillness.She nodded once, shifting slightly to make room beside her. I sat down, careful to leave space between us, unsure if my touch would be welcome. Sh

The two weeks leading up to the first blood moon slipped through my fingers like sand. No matter how tightly I clutched at time, it escaped, leaving us with more questions than answers. Each night, I held Amelia closer, feeling her heartbeat against mine, wondering if the prophecies were already in motion, if destiny had already claimed us despite our defiance. Still, we had decided to maintain the appearance of normalcy, a calculated risk that left me counting guards instead of stars.“It’s a mistake,” Dominic had insisted during our sixth security meeting in as many days, his scarred face tight with concern. “Cancelling would be safer.”I had watched Amelia’s reaction, sensing her through our bond before she even spoke. “If we cancel, we show fear,” she’d said, her voice steady despite the tension I felt rippling beneath her skin. “We give the Voice power they haven’t earned.”She was right; tactically, strategically, though Ares growled his disagreement within me, bristling with pr

I floated in darkness, consciousness slipping away like water through cupped hands. The celebration, the toast, Lukas’s concerned face; all faded into a swirling void of nothingness. Then, slowly, light began to filter through. Not the warm glow of palace lanterns, but a strange, silvery illumination that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. I tried to remember how I’d gotten here, but my thoughts scattered like startled birds whenever I reached for them.My feet touched ground that hadn’t been there a moment before, soft, yielding earth beneath bare toes. When had I lost my shoes? The crimson dress still clung to my skin, but the fabric rippled like liquid, responding to winds I couldn’t feel.Before me stretched a meadow of impossibly tall grass, silver-tipped and swaying in perfect rhythm, like dancers following music only they could hear. There was no path, and yet as I took a hesitant step forward, the grasses parted, creating a walkway that hadn’t existe

I clawed my way back to consciousness through layers of dense fog. Each thought felt sticky, difficult to grasp, like trying to catch smoke with bare hands. My mouth tasted like metal and ashes, my tongue heavy and uncooperative. Light pressed against my closed eyelids, too bright, too insistent. Somewhere nearby, a machine beeped in steady rhythm, matching the throbbing in my temples. Athena stirred within me, a low, furious growl rumbling through our shared consciousness. ‘Drugged,’ she snarled, copper fur bristling with indignation. ‘Someone drugged us.’Memory returned in disjointed flashes; the blood moon celebration, the toast, the wine that tasted wrong. Then nothing but fragmented images: a meadow that opened before me, a voice speaking of destiny, cold liquid silver climbing my legs...I tried to lift my hand to rub my face, to wipe away the cobwebs clinging to my thoughts. My arm jerked to a stop, metal biting into my wrist. My eyes snapped open, blinking against h

I was halfway through pulling my shirt on when the sound of breaking glass jerked my head up. One moment of stillness, enough to confirm the direction, then I was moving, abandoning my half-dressed state to sprint toward the bathroom. My heart hammered against my ribs, Ares already pushing forward with predatory focus. ‘Mate,’ he growled within me. ‘Danger.’The bathroom door stood ajar, steam still curling into the bedroom from the hot shower. I pushed it open with more force than necessary, scanning for threats before my eyes found Amelia. She stood with her back against the wall, a towel clutched around her, water dripping from her copper hair onto bare shoulders. Her eyes were wide, fixed on her reflection as if it had betrayed her. Shattered glass littered the floor at her feet, the remnants of what had been a water glass.“Amelia?” I kept my voice deliberately soft despite the panic clawing at my throat. “What happened?”She turned at the sound of my voice, somethi