The Alpha King's One-Time Rejected Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Ten years after the crossing. Reign — POV The road into Graves Ridge carved through a wall of ancient evergreens, fog drifting low like a living guardian. The closer the motorcade drew to the heart of the sanctuary, the more the air shimmered with layered ward magic—old, strong, and fiercely protective.Eighteen years ago, this entire region had been nothing but wild, forgotten mountains. A hidden pocket of land untouched by war or pack politics. A place no Alpha governed, but a long-forgotten corner of the kingdom's lands.Until the refugees arrived.Until both of his parents, Talia, heavily pregnant with him and his two brothers, and Lucian opened a portal in the middle of a waterfall and pulled out the last loyal Black River wolves. At the same time, Thomas Calder hunted them like prey; those families, bloodied and exhausted, had fled only because they refused to betray Talia. Thomas had sworn to erase every one of them.Instead, they rebuilt.Here.Under the protection of the

Talia was exhausted.After the outstanding first night of the summit, she had excused herself from cocktails, craving a few quiet moments alone with her thoughts. Thomas Calder was present—unwelcome, but unavoidable. His pack, once her own, had grown powerful over the past eighteen years, expanding across much of Wyoming. Whether she liked it or not, Thomas was a necessary presence at the summit.The gardens behind Summit Hall were designed to reflect peace: floating lanterns, crystal fountains, soft music drifting from open arches where delegates mingled. For the first time in decades, the kingdom had hosted the Alpha Summit within its city walls, welcoming every pack and faction into view.But peace had never fooled Kaela.Something is wrong, Talia’s wolf murmured, sharp and low.There is danger here tonight.Talia felt it too—a ripple beneath the roses, a wrong note carried on the breeze.Then she saw her.A woman stood alone at the terrace railing, framed by moonlight. Slender and

Reign POV Reign had never understood how a single night could rearrange everything without changing anything at all.He still woke in the same royal suite, under the same carved ceiling, with the same weight of the crown-that-was-not-yet on his shoulders.But there was something new between his ribs now. A thread. A pulse. A name.Celeste.He could feel her, faint and steady, somewhere in the palace. Not the violent tug Luca had described once in theory—the kind of bond that hit like a blade to the chest. No, this was softer. A low, insistent current. A river running under stone.There.Not close.Not far.But his.A knock came at his door.“Come in,” Reign said, already knowing who it was.Ash stepped inside first, hair still damp from a quick shower, shirt half-buttoned, eyes too alert for this early. Luca followed, a restless storm in motion, pacing before he even entirely cleared the doorway.“Morning,” Ash said, voice neutral.Luca didn’t bother with greetings. “You’re both awake

The royal family suite had weathered centuries of political storms, but tonight it felt too small for the tension it held.The doors had barely shut before Queen Talia’s voice—soft, controlled, deadly—cut through the air.“When were you both going to tell us?”Not a shout. Not an accusation.Something worse—a mother’s quiet disappointment layered over a queen’s fury.Reign stood near the window, jaw locked, shoulders squared like a soldier awaiting discipline. Luca hovered beside the hearth, fingers drumming against his leg, trying—and failing—to appear casual.In the corner, Ash leaned against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other, arms folded, a smirk tugging at his mouth.He looked like he was enjoying the spectacle.It was rare that the youngest triplet got to watch both his older brothers dragged over the coals at the same time.He savored every second.Reign broke the silence first.“It wasn’t planned,” he said evenly. “But it happened.”Luca snorted and stepped closer, al

SIENNASienna stepped forward first, fire in her eyes, her expression carved in the same brutal confidence Thomas wore.The crowd was already in a frenzy when Sienna stalked across the arena floor, every movement predatory and arrogant. She didn’t walk—she prowled. Her opponent, a more seasoned she-wolf from a northern pack, shifted early, hoping to intimidate Sienna with her speed.Mistake.Sienna dodged the first lunge with a laugh, then slammed her fist into the wolf’s ribs with a crack that echoed across the stadium. She fought dirty—not dishonorably, but with a savagery that was uniquely hers. At times, she was brutal, ruthless in the precision of her strikes. And then, without warning, she’d step back, circling with a playful cruelty, letting the crowd’s anticipation build.And then—She shifted. A smooth, effortless ripple of magic down her spine, her body folding in on itself before stretching outward into a sleek, midnight-black wolf with a single stripe of white down her sno