The Alpha King's One-Time Rejected Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

The portal opened with a sound like breath being released after centuries held too long.Talia stepped through first.The air on the other side was different—warmer, heavier with pine resin and old stone, threaded with the unmistakable comfort of a place that had known her long before crowns or prophecies ever touched her name.Her father’s house stood exactly where it always had, tucked into the slope of the land as if the mountain itself had chosen to cradle it. The stone walls bore faint rune-scorches from wards older than the kingdom, softened now by ivy and time. Smoke curled gently from the chimney. Someone was home.Sera followed through her own portal across the room from Talia's, pausing just long enough to press her palm to the doorframe before entering.She inhaled.Her shoulders lifted sharply—then fell.“It still smells like you,” Sera said, another deep breath. “And her, Marissa. You all carry her scent. Even my girls have it, now that they are mated to Marissa's descen

Thomas blinked.He had expected rage. Resistance. A fight he could navigate.This was something else entirely.“One day,” Thomas said carefully, seizing the opening before it vanished, “Luca will be Alpha of Black River Pack.”“I can live with that,” Talia replied without pause. “It is my father’s chosen pack—the pack where he, too, served as Beta.”Her voice softened, not weakened, by memory.“Legacy matters.”A ripple moved through the elders at that. Old names. Old loyalties. Old blood.Talia turned slightly, no longer speaking only to Thomas but to the chamber itself.“Let us be clear,” she said. “Luca will not be King.”Reign’s spine straightened.“Yes, he will stand in the line of succession,” Talia continued evenly, “but Reign’s children will come before his. That has never been in question.”Reign’s jaw tightened—not in anger, but awareness.“But if we are truly discussing peace,” Talia said, “unity, and the future of our people—then this is an excellent solution.”Silence fo

Seraphine found him at dusk.The portal opened just beyond the outer boundary of Graves' land—far enough to avoid triggering the deeper protections, close enough to taste the magic saturating the soil. The air warped silently, shadow folding in on itself, and Seraphine stepped through as if emerging from mist itself.She did not advance.She knew she would never pass the wards.She recognized the work immediately.Sera.Magnificent, wolf.For now, Seraphine was content to watch.Below her, nestled among ancient pines and rolling land that remembered blood and oaths older than crowns.The shades were fully open. She watched Luca move through the cabin with his mate. Sienna laughed softly as she set a box down, brushing dust from her hands. Luca crossed behind her, instinctively steadying the load, his hand resting at her waist a heartbeat longer than necessary.They were settling in.Claiming space.Claiming each other.Seraphine smiled slowly.So this was where they had hidden him.H

Luca POVThe hall was colder than it looked.Stone walls, iron braziers, banners heavy with old victories—Thomas’s stronghold was built to remind everyone who entered that power endured. Not kindness. Not mercy. Power.Luca stood at the center of the chamber, hands clasped behind his back, posture relaxed but alert. Every instinct told him to keep his spine loose, his stance adaptable. Predators watched stiffness.Thomas circled him slowly, boots echoing against stone.“You’ve been quiet,” Thomas said at last. “Most young Alphas fill silence with bravado.”Luca didn’t turn. “I listen before I speak.”A pause.“That’s either wisdom,” Thomas said, “or fear.”Luca finally met his gaze. “It’s discipline.”Thomas smiled faintly.“Good,” he said. “Then let’s begin properly.”They sat at a long table scarred with old blade marks. Maps lay unfurled—territories, borders, supply routes. Wolves moved on parchment-like pieces in a game older than either of them.Thomas leaned back. “You know why

The basement was quiet in the way only old stone could be—thick walls, warded beams, the low hum of magic settling into place.The portal ring glowed faintly at Luca’s feet.He didn’t rush it.Sienna stood at the bottom of the stairs, one hand resting on the railing, the other unconsciously over her abdomen. She watched him the way mates did when they knew something mattered—no panic, no questions yet. Just attention.“I’m opening a portal,” Luca said calmly. “South Dakota.”Her eyes sharpened, but she didn’t interrupt.“The mate link may weaken while I’m gone,” he continued. “Not break. Just… thin. I don’t want you to feel it and think something’s wrong.”Sienna nodded once. “How long?”“Not long,” he said. “Long enough to speak freely.”He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Do not tell your father.”That landed.Sienna didn’t bristle. She didn’t argue. She understood exactly what that meant.“If Alpha Thomas knows I left the pack without explanation,” Luca said, “he’ll assume defi