All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed by His Billionaire Brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

The mansion had never felt smaller. Or hotter.Aria paced the private wing, the soft crackle of the hearth echoing her thoughts. The fire cast long, jagged shadows across the walls, dancing like wolves in the dark. Every instinct she had screamed that the Ashen Circle would strike again—but tonight, for the first time in years, she didn’t feel powerless.Her wolf prowled under her skin, bristling and alert. Not for danger, exactly. For him.Damien leaned against the stone archway, arms crossed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. His black-and-gold aura pulsed quietly, power restrained, deliberate. Watching her. Testing her. Protecting her, but not caging her.“You’re restless,” he said softly.“I’m thinking,” Aria replied, stopping abruptly. “About them. About what they want. About—everything.”“You think too much,” Damien said, stepping closer, the air between them vibrating with barely controlled energy. “Your wolf feels it. I feel it. I can feel it, Aria.”Her breath hitched. “Feel

The mansion was silent now, the chaos of battle replaced by the soft crackle of the fire Damien had relit in the private wing. The scent of smoke and scorched earth lingered faintly in the air, mixing with the warmth of their shared exhaustion. Aria leaned against the edge of the hearth, still catching her breath, hair damp with sweat and dust, silver light faintly shimmering along her skin from the battle.Her wolf stirred beneath her, coiling, rolling, impatient, and hungry. She had tasted power tonight, felt it surge through her veins with every spell, every strike, every glance from Damien. And now… the tension between them, the fire that had been simmering since her rejection and his secret protection, was impossible to ignore.“You fought brilliantly,” Damien said, voice low and husky as he entered the room, eyes fixed on her. He didn’t just see her; he felt her—the pull, the heat, the wolf uncoiling beneath her skin. “Stronger than I expected. Stronger than I’ve ever seen.”Ari

The council chamber had been carved long before Damien Blackwood was born.Long before his father had worn the crown. Long before Aria Hale had ever been whispered about in prophecy or bloodline records. The stone walls curved inward like the ribs of some ancient beast, etched with sigils meant to suppress magic and expose truth. Power hummed faintly in the air, old and watchful.Aria felt it the moment she stepped inside.Her wolf lifted her head.Not in fear.In recognition.Every eye in the chamber turned toward her.There were twelve council members seated in a half circle, each representing one of the elder packs, bloodlines that had survived wars, purges, and betrayals. Their expressions ranged from curiosity to thinly veiled hostility. Some radiated tightly controlled dominance. Others… unease.Damien walked at her side, close enough that she could feel the heat of him without touching. His presence pressed outward like a shield, an unspoken warning to anyone who thought to cha

The summons went out before dawn.Not by messenger. Not by decree nailed to stone.By instinct.Across territories stitched together by old blood and older magic, wolves lifted their heads as if tugged by an invisible thread. Alphas woke restless. Elders stirred from uneasy dreams. Pack bonds hummed with a low, unfamiliar urgency, like the earth itself shifting beneath ancestral claims.The Grand Alpha Conclave had been invoked.Aria stood on the eastern balcony as the sun crested the horizon, painting the mountains in copper and gold. The wind tugged at her hair, cool and sharp, carrying the scent of pine, ash, and distant rain. Somewhere far below, wolves howled. Not in challenge.In acknowledgment.She rested her hands on the stone railing, grounding herself, feeling the quiet pulse of the land beneath her palms. The mansion no longer felt like a place she was trespassing through. It responded to her now. Doors opened before she touched them. Flames steadied when she passed. Even t