All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Reborn: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sophia's POVOne week before the Alliance meeting, I received a message.It came through official channels. Encrypted. Marked urgently.I opened it in Ethan's office. He was standing beside me."From Alpha Garrett," I read aloud. "Silverpine Pack."Ethan frowned. "What does he want?"I kept reading. "He wants to meet. Says he has information about the Alliance meeting. Strategy we should discuss privately before the official gathering.""That's suspicious," Ethan said immediately."Why?" I asked. "Garrett supported me before. He questioned Marcus at the exhibition.""Exactly," Ethan said. "He questioned Marcus. But then he also questioned you. Called for you to apologize to Lila."I thought about that. "He was just being neutral. Trying to see both sides.""Or he was playing both sides," Ethan said. "Violet, we don't know who to trust. Not with the coven involved.""The message came through official channels," I pointed out. "It's legitimate.""Messages can be faked," Ethan said.I re

Richard's POVI was sitting in the living room when I heard Mom's key in the lock.It was late. Almost nine thirty. She'd been gone for hours."Out with a friend," she'd said when she left. But she wouldn't say who.I knew though. I wasn't stupid.It was him. Dad. It had to be.The door opened. Mom walked in. And she was smiling.Actually smiling. That soft, happy smile I hadn't seen in forever.My stomach twisted."Hi, sweetheart," she said, setting her purse down. "You're still up.""Where were you?" I asked. My voice came out harder than I meant it to.She blinked. "I told you. Out with a friend.""What friend?" I pressed."Richard, I don't think—""It was Dad, wasn't it?"Silence.Her smile faded. "Yes. I had dinner with your father.""Why?" I demanded, standing up."Because we're trying to work on things," she said calmly. "In therapy. Dr. Chen suggested—""I don't care what Dr. Chen suggested!" I snapped. "You went on a date with him!""It wasn't a date," Mom said. "It was just

Sienna's POVI was in my apartment, reviewing contracts for an upcoming campaign, when my phone started buzzing. Not just once or twice, but constantly. Message after message. Notification after notification. Something was happening, and whatever it was, it wasn't good.I picked up my phone and my stomach dropped. Dozens of messages from people I worked with. Photographers. Stylists. Other models. All asking the same thing: "Is this about you?" "Are you okay?" "Have you seen what people are saying?"What were people saying? I opened Twitter first. Scrolled through my mentions. And there it was. A thread from some gossip account I'd never heard of before. "Is Sierra Hart hiding something? Mysterious posts suggest model might have secret past. Thread below."My hands started shaking. I clicked on the thread. Read through it with growing horror. Someone had compiled screenshots. Screenshots of posts from an account I didn't recognize. Posts that were clearly about me, even if they didn't

Sienna's POVThe invitation arrived on a Thursday afternoon. Heavy cream cardstock. Gold embossed lettering. The kind of invitation that screamed wealth and exclusivity. I opened it carefully, already knowing what it would be before I even read the words."The Paris Children's Foundation cordially invites you to our annual charity gala. Black tie. Five hundred euros per plate. All proceeds benefit underprivileged children in developing nations."I'd been to this gala before. Multiple times. Back when I was Sienna Ashford, wife of Dominic Ashford, attending as part of our social obligations. It was always lavish. Always glamorous. Always full of wealthy donors trying to outdo each other with their generosity and their fashion choices.But this invitation was different. This one was addressed to Sierra Hart. The famous model. The rising star. Someone the foundation clearly wanted at their event for publicity purposes.I set the invitation down on my kitchen counter and stared at it. Par

Sienna's POVThe car pulled up to the venue and my breath caught in my throat. The Paris Children's Foundation had outdone themselves this year. The historic mansion was lit up like something from a fairy tale, with strings of lights draped across the façade and red carpet leading up to the entrance. Photographers lined both sides of the carpet, cameras already flashing as other guests arrived ahead of us."Wow," Richard breathed beside me. "This is even fancier than I remembered.""It is," I agreed, my stomach twisting with nerves. I'd been to dozens of events like this before, but never as Sierra Hart. Never with my real identity exposed. Never knowing that people might recognize me as both Sienna Ashford and Sierra Hart and have opinions about that.The driver opened our door and Richard stepped out first, then turned to offer me his hand like a proper gentleman. I took it, grateful for his steadiness as I emerged from the car in my floor-length gown. Immediately, the cameras went