All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Crowned The Rogue Queen : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SIERRA'S POV Calen lunged past, knife arcing for my throat as I stumbled, blood slicking my grip. I swung my blade up, but pain slowed me down. His eyes were wild, locked on the sigil glowing under my shirt."No!" Isaak roared, tackling Calen mid-air. They hit the ground hard, rolling in the dust. Isaak shifted fast, fur rippling over his body, fangs bared as he pinned Calen.Calen laughed, twisting free and shifting too. His claws raked Isaak's side, drawing blood. "You were my brother, Isaak. Now look at you. Chained to that thing."I pressed a hand to my ribs, warm blood soaking through. Rhaedon was already shifting, his massive wolf form charging the other attackers. Fangs snapped, claws tore into flesh. One cloaked wolf went down with a yelp, throat ripped open."Calen, what the hell?" Isaak growled, circling him in wolf form. His voice came out rough, distorted by the shift. "Talk to me. Why?"Calen snapped his jaws, lunging again. They clashed, bodies slamming together. "The b

SIERRA'S POV The pain intensified, a scream echoing in my mind. Rhaedon's defiance, cracking under the assault. Then, silence.I clutched at my chest, the sigil throbbing like a fresh bruise. The cave walls closed in, the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat from our earlier wounds. Isaak's arms tightened around me, his body a solid anchor in the storm of agony."Sierra, breathe. Tell me what's happening."His voice cut through the haze, urgent and low. I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze. Worry etched deep lines on his face, his hand stroking my back in slow circles."It's Rhaedon. The bond... it broke through for a second. They're beating him. Badly. I felt the whips, the punches. He's fighting them, but..."The words stuck in my throat. Tears blurred my vision, hot and unrelenting. Isaak's eyes flashed with that feral silver of his wolf side."Bastards. We'll rip them apart. All of them."He stood, pulling me up with him. Garrick hovered at the cave entrance, his bandage

SIERRA'S POV The world narrowed to the rough bark digging into my back and Draven's unyielding grip. My chest heaved, lungs burning from the scream that still echoed in my ears. But inside, nothing. No warm thread pulling me toward Isaak's steady resolve. No flicker of Rhaedon's wild energy. The sigil over my sternum pulsed once, cold and empty, then went dark.Draven released me, stepping back with satisfaction curling his lips. His violet eyes bored into mine, searching for something I refused to give."There," he said. "Clean slate. No more distractions."Guards dragged me away from the tree, their hands rough on my arms. I stumbled, legs weak from the severing, but fought the urge to collapse. The distant howls from the glade sharpened, Rhaedon's voice cutting through the night. He was free, fighting his way out. But it didn't matter. The connection was gone. I couldn't feel his triumph or pain.They hauled me through the trees to a cluster of tents, shoving me into one that reek

SIERRA'S POV The air thickened with tension, the clash of bodies around us fading into a distant roar. My heart pounded as I met Isaak's gaze, those golden eyes burning with a mix of fury and hurt that sliced deeper than any blade. He shifted then, fur rippling away to reveal his human form, muscles coiled like a spring ready to unleash. Naked and scarred from the fight, he stood tall, fists clenched, his chest heaving with ragged breaths."Sierra," he snarled, voice raw over the din. "What the hell are you doing?"I held my ground, blade still gripped tight, blood trickling down the hilt to stain my fingers. Draven shifted beside me, his massive black wolf form pressing close, a possessive rumble vibrating through the ground. Rebels flanked us, their snarls a wall of sound, eyes locked on the intruders.Rhaedon remained in wolf form, his russet fur matted with blood, hackles raised. He took a step forward, paws digging into the earth, his growl deepening into something feral and hear

SIERRA'S POV The words slammed into me like a physical blow, the bond carrying the shock from Isaak and Rhaedon straight to my core. Draven's revelation hung in the blood soaked air, the clearing silent except for the ragged breaths of the wounded and the distant whimpers of dying wolves. His violet eyes gleamed with manic triumph, blood streaking his face from the torn ear, his body a map of gashes and bruises from our assault.Isaak's fists clenched, claws retracting slightly as he processed the claim. "Lies," he growled, stepping closer, his voice low and dangerous. "You're just a rogue grasping at shadows to save your skin."Rhaedon rose from the ground, wiping blood from his mouth, his chest heaving. "The last triad? That's ancient myth, twisted to justify your rebellion."Draven's laugh echoed again, weaker now but no less chilling. He leaned against a splintered tree trunk, one hand pressed to the deep slice on his thigh where my blade had bitten. "Myth? I've seen the records