Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha King's One-Time Rejected Mate: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Talia POVThe cabin shuddered.Snow spilled from the rafters in a cold cascade as something heavy struck the outer wall—wood groaning, timbers flexing under sudden strain. The hearth flared in response, embers snapping upward as if startled awake.Talia was already on her feet.Fire coiled beneath her skin, sharp and alert, rising to the surface without summons. The codex slid from her lap to the floor, its pages fluttering once. Before settling open, symbols flared faintly as they aligned with her pulse.Outside, the forest went still, watching.Kaela’s presence rose slowly in her mind, not sharp this time, but searching.Was it worth it? Her wolf asked.Talia stilled, breathing steadily.We left our mate, Kaela continued.Talia did not answer. Kaela was quieter now. I’m trying to understand that human.Snow whispered around the cabin. The trees listened.“They’re our people,” Talia said at last, voice even. Certain.Kaela didn’t argue—but she didn’t yield either. And he is our mate.

(Dual POV — Talia / Lucian)They didn’t linger.Lucian reached her just after dawn—no fanfare, no words wasted. One moment, Talia stood at the edge of the trees, breath steady, fire quiet in her veins. The next, the bond snapped taut, and there he was—mud on his boots, duster torn, eyes burning with relief and restraint.Lucian didn’t ask if she was ready.He knew.He took her face in his hands, forehead pressed to hers, grounding them both. “You’re whole,” he said quietly. The kiss they shared was deep, lingering, and passionate. But that was all the time they had to share. Lucian bent to her baby bump and placed his palms over each child, intuitively knowing where his children lay in the womb. They each responded. Talia knew they were sharing a mind link. He stood back up and just looked at her, like he’d never seen her before. And then spoke, “I smell blood.”“Not mine.” He nodded. Casius approached, bowed his head to Talia, and spoke softly, “Our intel says the outpost has s

Talia POVThe portal sealed behind them with a soft, shuddering whisper—light folding in on itself until only the quiet woods remained.Talia blinked, steadying herself as the air shifted. The first thing she noticed was the smell: pine sap split open by damp bark, rich loam turned dark by recent rain, and something warmer beneath it—smoke from hearth fires and fresh bread. Life. Not the sterile cold of Obsidian Ridge’s stone halls, but the breathing scent of earth reclaiming itself.She inhaled deeply.They were home—but not the home she had left.Lucian stood close, his hand firm at the small of her back, grounding her as the last threads of magic faded. He scanned the tree line automatically, posture loose but ready, as if expecting the forest itself to move against them. Only when the guards emerged safely behind them did his shoulders ease a fraction.Beyond the trees lay an old settlement.Not ruins—revival.Stone cottages stood along a winding dirt road, their roofs newly mende

Witch!The arrows and bullets fell like rain and punched through banners and bodies alike, their tips slick with something that stank of poison. Wolves howled in agony.Lucian threw himself over Talia, dragging her down behind the altar. His cloak flared, catching two arrows that would have pierced her spine. Savage snarled so loud inside him that the stone trembled.“Stay down!” he barked, shielding her with his body.Talia shoved at him, angry. “No! I won’t cower! I’m your mate, not some fragile maiden.” Her dagger gleamed in her fist, her veil torn and stained with blood. Kaela surged under her skin, claws raking. We are Queen. We do not hide.Lucian’s wolf's golden gaze burned into hers, torn between fury and awe. Then he nodded once, sharply. “Then we fight together.”“Always, my love.”She kissed him hard, all heat and hunger, the bond flaring between them as war raged on.He rose, dragging her up with him. His blade caught an arrow mid-flight, shattering it to splinters. Talia

The first wave of the battle was over.The wolves sat scattered across the clearing, and the castle's stage, where the binding ceremony and exchange of vows had taken place between Lucian and Talia. They all lay drenched and exhausted, the rain having begun the instant the witch fell. It was as if the sky itself had been holding its breath and now exhaled in grief and relief, washing the blood from fur and stone alike.Lucian stood in the center, his eyes scanning the devastation. “Everybody okay? Everybody accounted for?”He received only exhausted grunts and groans in reply.Talia lay flat on her back, the curve of her baby bump rising beneath the robe that had been given to her. The torn fabric of her once beautiful lace ceremonial bridal gown lay in tatters around them. Blood-streaked, torn, her gown, a hint of its former beauty remained. Her belly was moving and glowing faint but unmistakable.Alina crawled toward her sister, bloody hands trembling as she placed them on the curv