All Chapters of Rejected by the billionaire Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The winter wind had teeth. It cut through Silvercrest's courtyard like a blade, carrying the memory of snow and silver blood to those who thought they'd buried their past. Luna stood at the edge of the space, her silver aura flickering faintly around her, a visible reminder that the girl they'd tormented no longer existed.Before her, gathered by council order and the weight of her new authority, stood the remnants of her former tormentors. They'd aged poorly, these bullies—soft around the edges, hard in the eyes, carrying the particular look of people who'd spent years trying to forget someone who refused to stay dead.Marcus was there, his face pale, his bravado long since crumbled. Beside him stood Sable, her sharp angles now softened by time and the unmistakable lines of stress. Others from that vicious circle completed the tableau—wolves who had laughed while she bled, who had made her life a misery because they could."Look at you," Luna said, h

The balcony overlooked Silvercrest's darkened grounds, the forest beyond a wall of shadow beneath the cold, indifferent moon. Luna stood at the railing, the night air cutting through her thin robe, but she didn't move. She needed the cold. Needed something to anchor her to the present, to keep her from spiraling into the chaos of the night's events.Dante's near-kill of Kael replayed in her mind on an endless loop. The violence in his eyes. The absolute, terrifying focus of his protection. She should have felt safe. Instead, she felt... something more complicated.His footsteps were silent, but she felt him approach—the shift in the air, the warmth that preceded his presence. He stopped close behind her, not touching, but close enough that she could feel the heat of him through the chilled air."You've been distant," he murmured. Not an accusation. An observation, offered with the careful precision of a man who had learned to read her silences.

The laboratory hummed with its usual quiet intensity, but the atmosphere had shifted the moment Kael stepped through the doors. Luna stood at her primary workstation, a tablet in her hand, data streaming across its surface. She hadn't looked up when he entered, but she felt him—felt the weight of his presence, the desperate hope that clung to him like cologne.Dante felt him too. From his position near the window, his dark eyes tracked Kael's every movement with the focus of a predator assessing a threat. He didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't need to. His presence alone was a declaration: This space is protected. Tread carefully.Kael approached slowly, his hands visible at his sides, his posture carefully non-threatening. He'd learned, at least, that much. His golden eyes were fixed on Luna, ignoring Dante with deliberate effort."I just want a chance," he said, his voice strained with the effort of keeping it level. "Not to win you back—I heard

The aftermath of the heat left Luna raw, her skin too sensitive, her nerves too exposed. Every breath felt like a caress, every shadow held a threat. She'd left Dante sleeping—exhausted from his vigil, his wrists still marked by the chains he'd worn for her—and slipped into the corridor for air. For space. For a moment of being just herself, not the heat-crazed wolf, not the Silver Queen, not anyone's object of desire.She needed silence. She needed solitude.She got Kael.He emerged from the shadows with the predatory grace of a wolf who had been waiting, watching, calculating. His golden eyes gleamed in the dim corridor lighting, and there was something in them that made her blood run cold—hunger, yes, but not the simple hunger of attraction. This was the hunger of a man who had been denied too long, who had convinced himself that patience would be rewarded, who had finally run out of patience entirely."Luna." Her name on his lips was

The morning dawned grey over Silvercrest, the kind of heavy sky that promised storms but delivered only pressure. Luna felt it the moment she stepped into the central hall—a tension that had nothing to do with weather and everything to do with the pack dynamics she'd been carefully managing for weeks.Wolves clustered in groups, their murmurs a low, anxious hum. Arguments flickered at the edges of conversations, old rivalries surfacing like predators sensing weakness. The council had been deadlocked for days over resource allocation, and the weaker wolves—the ones who had always been overlooked—were beginning to feel the strain.Luna paused at the entrance, her silver eyes sweeping the scene. She cataloged the factions, the tensions, the unspoken fears. This was not her crisis to manage—technically. The council still held nominal authority. Kael was still, officially, the heir. But Kael was broken, recovering from the Silverfire's judgment. The council wa