All Chapters of Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By The Alpha King: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

I woke with a jolt, heart hammering against my ribs, the phantom echo of Sera’s voice still slithering through my thoughts. ‘You are Amala Luna Velasco, and your hands will be stained with the blood of the King.’ The words had followed me into sleep, twisted my dreams into nightmares, and now greeted me in the grey light of dawn. My sheets were damp with sweat, Lukas’s side of the bed already empty. I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes, trying to push away the lingering horror of Sera’s message. It didn’t matter what she said. It didn’t matter what the Voice wanted. I would not become their weapon.My body still ached from yesterday’s confrontation, muscles protesting as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I needed to move, to act, to do something rather than wait for Sera’s next assault on my mind. Athena stirred beneath my skin, her copper presence warming as she pushed forw

I paced the length of Lukas’s office, markers clutched in my white-knuckled grip, the whiteboard behind me covered in theories, locations, and question marks. A week. We had exactly one week before the second blood moon, and the Voice remained as elusive as shadow. My head throbbed with lack of sleep, with the constant presence of Sera’s whispers at the edges of my consciousness. Despite everything we’d tried, every search party, every interrogation, every threat, Sam and Sera Redwood remained hidden, their followers multiplying while we stood still.My jaw ached from clenching it, my shoulders tight with tension no amount of pacing could release. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, frustration bubbling beneath my skin like poison.“I literally have no idea where else to look,” I said, turning to face the men who’d watched my increasingly desperate performance for the past hour. Lukas sat in his chair, posture perfectly controlled though I caught the tightness around his eyes,

I cried out as Lukas stretched me, my body opening to his with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He filled me completely, my inner walls clenching around him as if trying to keep him inside forever. My head fell back against the pillow, copper hair spread beneath me as I moaned his name, my voice breaking on the syllable. I needed more… harder, faster, deeper… my body and mind consumed by a hunger I’d never experienced before.“More,” I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he held himself above me, his ice-blue eyes dark with need. “Please, Lukas, I need more.”He nodded, the movement barely perceptible before he began to move. His pace was perfect, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that sent sparks of pleasure racing up my spine. My back arched, my body rising to meet his with desperate urgency. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, trying to pull him deeper, to take all of him at once.

One moment, Amelia was moving above me, her emerald eyes dark with need, her breath coming in desperate pants as she rode me toward climax. The next, she froze, her body suddenly rigid despite the pleasure that had been consuming her seconds before. Her eyes lost their focus, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of green remained, her lips parting on what might have been a gasp or a silent scream. I knew that look, had seen it before when Sera had invaded her mind. But this time, we were joined physically, my cock still buried inside her, my hands on her hips, our bond wide open from three days of desperate claiming.“Amelia?” I said, my voice sharper than I’d intended. “Amelia, what’s happening?”She didn’t answer, didn’t even seem to hear me. Her body remained perfectly still above mine, her inner walls clenching around me with rhythmic pressure that had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with whatever b

I ran through the city with tears streaming down my face, my bare feet slapping against cobblestones still cool with morning dew. The streets were mercifully empty; too early for merchants, too late for night owls, leaving me free to run without witnesses to the Queen’s breakdown. I’d left the palace with nothing but the thin robe clutched around my body, my hair wild around my face, my mind still echoing with the memory of Sera’s voice. Of my hands around Lukas’s throat. Of the moment I’d nearly killed the man I loved.“I nearly killed him,” I gasped to the empty street, the words tearing my throat raw. “I nearly killed Lukas.”Athena stirred beneath my skin, her copper presence a warm counterpoint to the ice in my veins. She pushed forward, offering strength, offering comfort, but even she couldn’t drown out the horror of what had happened. I’d been riding Lukas, my body joined with his in the most int