The Alpha King's One-Time Rejected Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Luca — POVNight had fallen over the Summit grounds, calm and deep, washing the blood and dust of the day into memory. The frantic energy of the tournament had finally bled away, replaced by the chirping of crickets and the distant, rhythmic thrum of celebration from the main hall. Torches burned low along the private garden path where the kings had agreed their sons could meet—quietly, away from the ears of overexcited warriors, scheming alphas, and the press of the crowds.Luca waited under the shadow of an old stone archway, the masonry cool against his back. His body was a map of the day’s violence; his ribs were still sore, aching with a dull, throbbing reminder of every hit he had taken. His knuckles were scraped raw, the skin split and healing slowly, and his wolf was simmering just beneath his skin, pacing the cage of his chest.He didn’t know why Raven had asked to speak alone on this last day. A few weeks ago, Luca might have taken the request as an insult or a challenge. H

Lucian’s POVThe air in Lucian’s private chambers was wrong.Too still. Too heavy.His wolf sensed it first—a restless scrape beneath his ribs, unease prickling along his spine. The instinct to pace, to break something, to move pressed against his bones. Grief had a scent. Cold stone. Old ash. It clung to the walls like it had seeped in over the years, settling into every crack of the chamber.Travel bags waited by the door, strapped and ready. Leather worn smooth by distance and war. Lucian barely looked at them. He had packed them himself—out of habit, not readiness.Talia hadn’t risen.Not today. Not yesterday.Today was Alina’s birthday.The realization struck like a bruise he hadn’t meant to touch. Ten years since the portal had taken her. Ten years without a trace—no echo, no pull, nothing for the seers to chase. Lucian had watched the world move on because it had to. Kingdoms did not stop breathing for grief.But Talia had not moved with it.Down the corridor, behind a close

Talia had glitter in her hair.She brushed at it for the fifth time, but the silver flecks clung stubbornly to her curls, catching the light no matter how she turned her head. The crafts room smelled like glue and ribbon, melted chocolate and pine, with a faint trace of orange zest—because she had decided, somewhat optimistically, that citrus felt celebratory.Eighteenth birthdays were supposed to matter.They marked a crossing. A shift. The moment boys became men, heirs stepped forward, and the world recalibrated around them.Her sons were eighteen today.Every year, without fail, Alina had done something. Sometimes it was elaborate. Sometimes chaotic. Sometimes bordering on absurd. Alina believed birthdays were sacred and treated them like small festivals that demanded joy whether anyone felt ready for it or not.Talia had never been like that.Her talents ran quieter. She could rule, negotiate, command a room—but celebrations had always belonged to her sister. When Alina disappeare

The portal deposited Talia and Ash onto frost-bitten grass at the edge of her father’s former estate—a place she and Alina had once called home. The land hummed beneath her feet, vibrating with unfamiliar, unsettled magic.“You feel that?” Talia asked quietly.“Yes,” Ash replied through the bond.“Careful, Mother.” Ash caught her elbow, steadying her as the cold bit through their boots.He moved ahead through the dense undergrowth, shoulders tense. “My idiot brothers are close. I can feel Reign’s presence.”“And Luca’s temper,” Talia murmured, already pushing forward. “I can’t believe they’d be reckless enough to teleport here on their eighteenth birthday—”“They are,” Ash cut in, a faint, resigned smile tugging at his mouth. “Anything to see their mates.”Talia stopped short.Light spilled from the windows of the old cabin ahead. Laughter drifted through the trees—young, unguarded, alive. Music thumped softly against the night, underscored by the unmistakable hum of newly awakened wo

Talia POVTalia returned to the castle through the portal long after dusk, her sons spilling out behind her in a rush of heat and unresolved tension.She didn’t slow.“I need to speak with the King,” she said, already turning away.Reign frowned. Luca opened his mouth. Ash took one look at her face and shut his.Talia stopped just long enough to glance back. “Close that portal properly. We don’t want anything coming through that shouldn’t.”Her voice cut clean and sharp. “I’ll deal with all of you later.”Then she walked away.Three alpha wolves stood there, stunned—mouths half open, instincts flaring, none of them foolish enough to follow.The doors closed behind her.And for the first time, they understood just how much trouble they were in.The corridors of the castle felt unreal beneath her boots.Moments ago, she had been standing on Black River land—her childhood home, untouched for nearly twenty years. Memory clung to her like ash. She wished Alina had been there to see it. To