All Chapters of Rejected by the billionaire Alpha : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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Wedding Fever Rumors

The whispers started small—a murmured speculation here, a knowing glance there. But within days of the Cure 2.0 victory, they had grown into a roar that echoed through every corner of Silvercrest and beyond.In the council chambers, elders who had once dismissed Luna now leaned together in hushed conversation. "Did you see the way Blackwood looked at her during the announcement? That's not protection. That's devotion. That's love."In the training grounds, young wolves traded theories between sparring sessions. "My cousin works in the estate—says Dante's been meeting with jewelers. Confidential consultations, expensive ones."In the human world, social media erupted. The Ice Doctor and the Monster trended globally, with speculation about secret engagements, midnight proposals, and rings that could fund small countries. Every photo of Luna and Dante together was analyzed frame by frame, every glance dissected for hidden meaning.Luna ignored m

Kael's Last plea

The moon hung low over Silvercrest, heavy and swollen, casting long shadows across the courtyard where everything had begun. The stones beneath were the same ones that had witnessed silver blood on snow, that had heard the laughter of bullies and the cries of a girl who had nothing. Now they bore witness to something else entirely.Kael had been released from his cell for supervised exercise, as he was every evening. The guards trailed at a respectful distance, their presence more formality than necessity. He had been docile for weeks, compliant, almost ghostlike in his movements through the pack's routines. No one expected what happened next.He walked to the center of the courtyard and stopped. The guards paused, exchanging uncertain glances. Then, slowly, deliberately, Kael Silvercrest lowered himself to his knees.The stones bit into his flesh through his thin trousers. The cold seeped through, but he didn't move. He simply knelt there, head bowed

Dante's Fierce Proposal

The laboratory hummed with its usual symphony of machines and soft lighting, but Luna felt none of it. Her hands moved automatically through the motions of cataloging samples, but her mind was elsewhere—on the courtyard, on Kael's broken form, on the finality of walking away.She didn't hear Dante enter. Didn't sense him until his presence registered at the edge of her awareness, a warmth that cut through the clinical chill of the space.She turned.He stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the corridor's dimmer light, and something in his posture made her breath catch. This was not the watchful protector, not the quiet observer, not even the lover who held her through the night. This was something else—a man on the edge of a decision, radiating an intensity that made the air between them feel charged."Dante?" His name was a question she didn't know she was asking.He crossed the space between them with that predator's grace

Tears in the Laboratory

The laboratory hummed around them, its soft mechanical heartbeat a backdrop to the moment that would change everything. Luna stood frozen in Dante's embrace, his words still echoing in the space between them—marry me, or don't. Just stay.She should have felt overwhelmed. Should have felt the weight of the decision pressing down like a physical force. Instead, she felt something she hadn't experienced in years: peace.Dante's hands were warm on hers, his dark eyes searching her face with an intensity that would have terrified her once. Now it just made her feel seen. Truly, completely seen.Her chest tightened as years of pain and triumph collided—the bullying, the exile, the long climb from nothing to everything. The nights she'd spent hungry and alone. The mornings she'd woken wondering if survival was worth the cost. The moment she'd first looked into Dante's eyes and seen not a monster, but a mirror.She drew a deep breath, letting t

Omega's revenge blueprint

The London night pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Dante's study, the city's glittering lights a stark contrast to the darkness gathering in Luna's heart. She sat at the polished black desk, its surface littered with papers, notebooks, and digital pads—the tools of empire-building, now repurposed for something far more personal.Dante leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her with that quiet intensity that missed nothing. He had offered to leave, to give her privacy for whatever this was. She had asked him to stay. Some things needed witnesses.Luna picked up her pen—an old-fashioned choice in a digital world, but some acts demanded the weight of ink on paper. The tip hovered over the blank page, trembling slightly, not with hesitation but with the sheer magnitude of what she was about to do.Every name. Every slight. Every injustice.She started writing.The first name came easily: Marcus. The ringleader.

Revenge Phase One Launch

The London skyline glittered through Luna's office window, a constellation of lights that seemed to pulse with the city's endless energy. She stood motionless, her reflection superimposed over the distant towers, silver eyes fixed on nothing and everything. Behind her, the list lay open on her desk—three pages of names and consequences, each entry a promise written in ink and intent.Phase One. Target: Marcus.The name brought with it a flood of memories—the courtyard, the snow, the knife. His laughter echoing as her silver blood stained the white. The years of petty cruelty that had culminated in that single, defining moment. He had been the ringleader, the one who held the blade, the face of every torment she had endured.Tonight, he would learn what it meant to be hunted.Dante moved through the shadows of the operation like a ghost, coordinating the pieces Luna had put in place. Her network of allies—Mira, Jace, the loyal wolves

kael on his knees

The courtyard was empty when Kael stumbled into it, the moon hanging low and heavy overhead like a witness to his final undoing. He had been released from his cell for evening exercise, as always, but tonight he hadn't followed the usual path. Tonight, his feet had carried him here—to the place where everything had begun, where silver blood had first stained the snow, where the girl he'd scorned had become a ghost.He stopped in the center, his breath misting in the cold air. The stones beneath his feet were the same ones that had witnessed his arrogance, his cruelty, his catastrophic failure to see what had always been right in front of him.The weight of it pressed down like iron chains.Every insult he had hurled at her played in his mind on a relentless loop. Every laugh at her expense, every moment of casual cruelty, every time he had chosen pride over connection. The memory of her silver eyes, wide with shock as she bled in the snow. The lo

Goodbye, First Mate

The cliff overlooked Silvercrest like a throne overlooking a kingdom—a jagged outcropping of ancient stone that had witnessed centuries of pack history. Luna stood at its edge, the early morning mist curling around her ankles like whispered secrets, her silver hair catching the first rays of dawn and turning them to molten light.She had chosen this place deliberately. Here, where the wind carried the scent of pine and freedom, where the world fell away on all sides, where nothing could touch her unless she allowed it. Here, she would end what should never have begun.Kael knelt before her, his body positioned on the cold stone as if in supplication. The guards had brought him at her request, and he had come without resistance—too broken now for anything else. His golden eyes, once so arrogant, were wide and pleading, fixed on her face with the desperate hope of a man who had nothing left to lose.But Luna's gaze was steady. Unyielding. The bond

kael collapses

The cliff was empty now, save for the man who still knelt on its cold stone. The sun had climbed higher, burning away the morning mist, but Kael Silvercrest felt none of its warmth. He felt nothing at all.The severance had left him hollow.Not metaphorically—physically, spiritually, in every way that mattered. The bond had been part of him since before he understood what it meant, woven into the fabric of his wolf, his soul, his very identity. Now it was gone, ripped away by the woman he had once scorned, and the absence was a wound that would not stop bleeding.He clutched his chest, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if he could physically hold himself together. Beneath his palm, his heart beat erratically—too fast, then too slow, then skipping beats entirely. Silver energy flickered weakly around him, the remnants of his wolf's power, fading like embers in a dying fire.Memories cascaded through his mind, relentless and c

Dante Saves Him

The moment Kael's body crumpled against the stone, the world seemed to hold its breath. The pack stood frozen at the cliff's edge, their former alpha lying motionless before them, his chest no longer rising. The wind carried the silence like a shroud.Then Dante moved.He had been watching from the shadows at the tree line, as he always did. Not out of concern for Kael—never that—but because Luna was near, and Luna's safety meant monitoring every variable. When Kael collapsed, Dante's assessment was instantaneous: the bond severance had triggered systemic failure. Kael's wolf, already weakened by months of decline, was shutting down. His heart would follow within minutes.Luna appeared at Dante's side, her silver eyes fixed on the fallen figure. She didn't speak, but he felt the question in her stillness. Felt the weight of it."He's dying," Dante said flatly. "Bond severance. His wolf can't sustain without the connection."She

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