All Chapters of The Alpha King's One-Time Rejected Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

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The Blood of the Chosen Mate

Talia POVThe storm had quieted, but its memory lingered in the stones.Rain bled down the tall windows of the council chamber, tracing silver veins through the candlelight. The air smelled of wet ash and old magic. Talia stood at the long table where Roland’s pouch lay open, its contents scattered—worn letters, brittle seals, and ink faded by time. They looked like bones waiting to be named.She had read enough to know one thing.None of this had been accidental.The doors opened without announcement.Amalia entered, her leather duster heavy with rain, boots tracking water across the flagstones. She didn’t look surprised to find Talia there—only tired.“You’ve read them,” Amalia said.Not a question.“Enough,” Talia replied quietly, “to know we’ve been living inside someone else’s lie.”Amalia’s jaw tightened. “Some lies keep kingdoms from burning.”“And some only feed the fire,” Talia said. She slid one of the letters across the table. “Tell me what Roland did. Tell me who he loved.

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

The Truth the Mountain Kept

The stairwell spiraled downward into cold breath and candle smoke. The torches burned blue—steady, listening flames that did not waver as mortal fire should.No one spoke.The deeper they descended, the heavier the air became, layered with iron and old magic. Talia felt it press against her ribs, ancient and aware. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin—not in fear, but in recognition.The steps ended at a wrought-iron gate blackened by age and spellwork. Beyond it lay a single chamber carved from obsidian rock, smooth and circular, as if the mountain itself had opened an eye.Pale moonlight bled through a narrow vent above.A woman sat within that light.Her hair was white as frost, her skin pale, her eyes a sharp silver-grey that missed nothing. She looked neither imprisoned nor broken—only waiting.Amalia stopped short.“Hello, old friend,” she said quietly. “We have aged, haven’t we?”The witch inclined her head. “It is the cycle of life,” she replied, her voice calm as a distant tide.

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

Second Dawn

They were already too late.Amalia felt it the instant her boots struck the outer corridor—the sharp pressure change, the pull low in her spine that meant magic had broken containment, not sealed. Not guided.Called.Dorian.They reached his chamber at a run. The window stood open, curtains snapping violently as rain tore inside. His scent—usually pine and ink—was shredded thin and frantic, dragged into the storm like something inside him had fled first. As the storm surged, Amalia caught a flicker of movement in the air above Dorian’s bed—rain twisting, wind bending as if it had struck glass.Her reflection stared back at her.Not the woman she had been.Her hair streamed dark and wild around her face, eyes burning that obsidian gray—the ridge color. Power clung to her skin, warping the rain, bending the wind around her like it recognized her authority.For a split second, she didn’t look human.She looked almost too perfect.Amalia exhaled once, steady and unafraid.“So that’s what

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

The Secrets Beneath the Altar

The night air hung heavily with smoke and rain.The storm had washed the blood from the stones, but it could not rinse away memory. What remained of the wedding altar lay scattered across Silverfall—marble shards fractured by spell fire, vows never spoken, and the faint, stubborn scent of burnt myrrh clinging to the ground.Talia stood at the center of it all, cloak drawn tight around her shoulders, staring at the ruin that had almost become her grave.Lucian lingered a few steps behind her, watchful even now. “We can rebuild it when the moon returns.”She didn’t turn. “No. First, we bury the day.”The pyres for the fallen burned low at the edges of the clearing. Warriors, guards, innocent names already being etched into memory. Talia bent to light the final taper, intent on ritual, on closure.Instead, warmth rose in her chest.It startled her enough that she paused. The sensation wasn’t pain or fear—it was recognition. When her fingers brushed the broken marble, the stone answered.

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

Protector of Blood and Crown

The marsh opened around them like a held breath finally released.Then they saw him.Dorian stood knee-deep in black water, half turned toward the reeds, half toward Casius. He was no longer fully wolf—nor fully man.He was both.His spine arched higher than it should have, vertebrae lengthening, muscle stacking on muscle as his frame grew. Not broadened—elevated. Taller. Longer. As if something inside him had decided the ground itself needed more distance.Talia gasped.He’d grown.Not just shifted—grown. Several inches at least, his shoulders rising, his head nearly level with the lower branches of the marsh trees. Fur rippled along his arms and spine in obsidian waves streaked with faint, ember-bright sigils. His hands—no, claws—twitched as if the earth itself offended him by existing so close.“Easy, boy,” Casius said steadily, standing his ground despite the danger. His voice was calm, practiced. “It’s me. You’re safe. Breathe with me.”Dorian’s chest heaved. Steam rolled from hi

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

The Gift from Shadowmere

Lucian and Talia POVLucian followed closely as Dorian lifted Talia into his arms.Every instinct in him rebelled.Savage surged hard against his restraint, claws scraping at the inside of Lucian’s ribs. Mine. Ours. Take her back.Lucian forced himself to breathe.Talia’s pain had eased — not vanished, but steadied. The pups had quieted, their frantic panic replaced by a low, rhythmic thrum that echoed faintly through the bond. Whatever Dorian was doing… it was working.If it is suitable for her, Lucian reminded himself grimly, and ideal for our children—then it is good enough for me.Still, it took every shred of discipline he possessed not to tear her from the Lycan’s arms.Dorian moved with surprising care for something so massive. His stride was steady, deliberate, his hold secure but reverent — as if he carried not only a queen, but something sacred. The others followed in stunned silence as he led them deeper into the caverns… not back toward the palace routes they knew, but in

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

The Barren Throne

Alpha Thomas POVThe war room of Blackriver Fortress looked like a mouth after a fight—maps torn, chairs overturned, ink spilled like blood across the long oak table.Thomas paced through it all as if destruction was proof of breath. As if the chaos would obey him if he circled it enough times. His boots struck stone in a steady rhythm—thud, thud, thud—each step a warning to every wolf within earshot. Mira stood near the frost-laced window, arms folded, watching the gray horizon beyond the walls. The territory looked bigger from up here. That had been the point of the coup—take more, harden borders, tighten the pack until only teeth remained.They had almost succeeded.Almost.“Almost,” Thomas snarled at last, voice dragging across the room like a blade. He stopped pacing and turned to her fully. “But not quite, Mira.”His golden eyes burned, wolf-bright and hungry.“The coup failed,” he continued, jaw ticking. “We live to fight another day, but we will not fight today.

Last Updated : 2025-12-27

Obsidian Ridge Claws

Mira had been walking for hours.Not fleeing.Not wandering.Returning.She was going home—to her parents’ estate, the land where she had grown up. The stretch of territory straddled two packs, claimed by neither. Neutral ground by design, dangerous by nature.It lay in the northern reaches of Wyoming, equidistant from the borders, a forgotten spine of earth that had never bowed to crown or council.The land remembered her.And she had come back because she had run out of places that didn’t.Suddenly, she stopped.Mira howled.The howl vibrated through her chest like something alive, scraping its way free.It was rage—raw and guttural, a primeval scream.The surge of this newborn's power rolled through the greater web of wolf consciousness like a shockwave. A first shift. Instinctual. Violent. Pure. The unmistakable bloom of a new wolf being born.Power flooded the night.Mira staggered, breath catching, nails biting into her palms as the sensation slammed into her. The rush was glori

Last Updated : 2025-12-27

The First Breath

Talia POVThe marsh wind stilled.Not gradually. Not gently.One heartbeat, the night breathed—alive with damp earth, moving water, and moonlit reeds.Next, everything stopped.No ripple. No whisper.Silence.The kind that only comes when a powerful witch dies. The kind that leaves a signature behind. Anyone with even a trace of witch blood felt it—an absence so complete it pressed against bone and breath alike—Mira's death.Dorian had been kneeling at Talia’s side. Now he rose slowly, drawing in the last echoes of Mira’s collapsing magic. He was still in his Lycan–wolf hybrid form, still marked by the raw edges of recent transformation—but the newness was settling, locking into place.Something else stood there now.Taller. Sharper. Older.The boy was gone.When Dorian opened his eyes, they were no longer brown. A thin ring of pale amethyst circled each iris, glowing faintly like runes etched beneath skin. Power rolled off him in controlled waves—not dominance, not threat. Presence.

Last Updated : 2025-12-28

By Wolf Law

The silence that followed was heavy, sucking the air from the room, turning triumph into a cold, suffocating tomb.Moments ago, the cabin had rung with life—cries sharp and powerful, the sound of newborn lungs announcing themselves to the world. The first had been strong, demanding, a cry that had shaken dust from the rafters. The second followed close behind, piercing and fierce.Two voices. Two lives.But then—Nothing.The abrupt absence carved a hollow in the air, so deep it felt like the world itself had paused, uncertain how to continue.Talia’s breath caught painfully in her throat, panic splintering through her chest like breaking ice.“Why—” Her voice broke, rasping over raw, shredded vocal cords. “Why am I not hearing the third pup’s cry?”Alina didn’t answer.Amalia didn’t either.Both women had gone utterly still—not frozen with indecision, but focused in the terrifying, absolute way healers became when something was catastrophically wrong. The joy that had filled the roo

Last Updated : 2025-12-28

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