All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed by His Billionaire Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The Citadel never truly slept.Even in the dead of night, faint pulses ran through its stones, remnants of the wards and the energy Aria had woven into its foundation. Magic hummed softly, whispering secrets of the land and the people who lived upon it. Aria felt each whisper like a brush against her consciousness, a hundred tiny currents tugging her attention in multiple directions at once.Damien was already awake when she surfaced from the warmth of their shared bed. He stood by the eastern window, shoulders broad, hands clasped behind him, the dim light of dawn highlighting the sharp angles of his face. His eyes were golden, alert, every ounce of him poised to respond to whatever threat the Council might send next.“You’re early,” she murmured, voice hoarse from yesterday’s exertion. Her wolf stirred restlessly beneath her skin, still alive with the residue of the battle.“I never sleep when you’re in danger,” he replied, voice low but steady. “Even a moment could be too much for

The first light of dawn struggled to pierce the thick fog that had settled over the Citadel. It was unnatural, a creeping gray that seemed almost alive, curling around the outer walls and wrapping the battlements in a suffocating embrace.Aria stood atop the eastern rampart, her wolf coiling beneath her skin, senses stretched taut. She could feel the Council’s presence like a pulse in the ground—powerful, malevolent, relentless. Their attack was no longer a simple skirmish; it was a full-scale siege, calculated, merciless.Damien appeared beside her, silent and deadly, aura shimmering faintly in the dim light. “They’ve come,” he said quietly. His gaze swept over the horizon, sharp, calculating. “Every unit, every enforcer, every wolf they can muster is moving in. They want to break us today.”Aria’s heart thrummed, a mixture of fear and exhilaration. “Then we’ll show them why they were foolish to think the Citadel is just stone and magic. It’s alive… because we are alive.”He rested a

The dawn was pale, fragile, and deceptively calm.Aria stood atop the Citadel’s main tower, eyes scanning the horizon where shadows stretched across the forests like living fingers. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, restless, coiled, alert to the faintest tremor in the earth, the slightest pulse of magic in the air. The Council was moving, every piece calculated, every step measured—but Aria could feel it. They were coming, not as scattered wolves or desperate enforcers, but as a coordinated storm.Damien appeared beside her without a sound, presence anchoring her in the quiet tension. His golden eyes scanned the horizon as though he could see the enemy’s movements before they occurred. “It begins,” he murmured, voice low, intimate, vibrating with anticipation and warning.Aria exhaled, wolf twitching beneath her skin. “Then we meet it head-on.”The first wave of attack hit the southern perimeter just as the sun broke the mist.Wolves loyal to the Council surged in a tide of shadow a

The morning light was cold and thin, slipping through the high windows of the Citadel like silver threads. It illuminated a battleground already tense with the residue of preparation, the faint smell of ozone lingering from wards cast the night before. Aria stood atop the main tower, wolf coiled beneath her skin, her senses stretched taut. The forest beyond was alive, a ripple of movement in the shadows, leaves brushing lightly as though whispering warnings. She could feel it in her bones—the Council was returning, this time with more force, more cunning, more fire aimed at the heart of her rule.Damien arrived silently, as though he had been summoned by instinct alone. His aura shimmered, shadow and gold entwined, a predator’s presence that sent both reassurance and adrenaline racing through her. “They’ve regrouped,” he said softly, voice low, intimate, almost vibrating through her core. “Not just the Council… they’ve brought allies. Rogue packs, mercenaries, and magic-users they’ve

The Citadel was quiet now, but the calm was fragile, a thin veneer over the tension that had begun to coil like a predator in the shadows. Aria’s wolf shifted restlessly beneath her skin, senses heightened, heart echoing with anticipation and unease. Something had changed—an undercurrent of deception that even Damien, ever vigilant, had sensed but had not yet fully revealed.They had returned from the northern ridge victorious, intelligence in hand, but victory had its costs. Wounded wolves rested along the corridors, magical wards hummed in exhaustion, and the Citadel itself bore the scars of repeated attacks. Yet the real danger was no longer outside—it was within. Allies they had trusted now moved with secrecy, glances exchanged that didn’t reach the Queen’s eyes, whispers that dissolved when she entered a room.Damien appeared beside her as she walked the ramparts, golden eyes scanning the horizon. His presence was a tether to reality, grounding and possessive. “Something is wrong