Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Rejected Mate: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

“I was not born by chance.”The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.No one answers at first.I look at Death. I do not look away. I refuse to.“You said I was designed,” I continued. “Say it clearly. Do not soften it. Do not hide it behind balance and structure.”Death studies me with calm eyes. Too calm.“You were not manufactured,” Death says. “You were anticipated.”“That is not better.”Kieran steps closer to me. I feel his presence, steady and warm. He has not touched me yet. He waits.“You placed me here,” I say to Death. “You shaped my life.”“No,” Death replies evenly. “I prepared the space.”The answer feels like a blade.“Prepared the space?” I echo. “People died in that space. I bled in that space. I made choices in that space.”“Yes.”“Do not say yes as if it is nothing.”“It is not nothing.”“Then explain it so I can understand it.”Death’s voice remains level. “When the fracture began at Kieran’s coronation, the system began to adjust. It could not repair him. I

“Maybe no one should rule.”The words leave my mouth with calm force.They both turn to me at once.Kieran’s eyes narrow. Nova’s breath slows.“Explain,” Kieran says. His voice is steady, but I feel the warning in it.“I am not attacking you,” I reply. “I am questioning the structure.”“There has always been a structure,” he answers.“Yes,” I say quietly. “And it has always required a crown.”Nova watches me carefully. “You believe the crown is the flaw.”“I believe singular authority creates pressure,” I say. “Pressure creates fracture. Fracture creates correction.”Kieran crosses his arms. “Power requires order.”“Does it?” I ask gently. “Or does it require fear of chaos?”He does not answer right away.Nova speaks instead. “If no one rules, who makes final decisions?”“Perhaps no one is alone,” I reply.Kieran’s jaw tightens. “You suggest dismantling hierarchy.”“Yes.”“That is reckless.”“It is evolution.”Silence stretches between us.I look at both of them and continue.“You sta

“Do not disappear.”The words break out of me before I can think. My voice trembles. My chest burns like something inside me is tearing open.Kieran’s hand is in mine. It feels colder than it should.His fingers twitch once.Then again.“Kieran,” I whisper, tightening my grip. “Look at me.”His gray eyes flicker open slowly. They are still beautiful. Still sharp. But something inside them is fading.His wolf is quiet.Too quiet.“You look terrified,” he murmurs weakly.“I am terrified,” I say. “You’re fading.”A faint smile touches his lips. “Not the worst way to go.”My heart slams hard against my ribs.“Don’t joke about this.”“I’m not joking.” His voice is rough now. “I knew the cost.”“You don’t know the cost!” My voice rises. “You’re dying, Kieran!”His gaze softens.“Nova,” he says quietly, “I chose this.”My throat tightens. Tears burn my eyes.“No,” I whisper. “You didn’t choose this. You hesitated.”He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly.The air around him feels w

“It sees me now.”The words fall out of my mouth before I understand them.The light on my skin pulses again. Stronger. Sharper. It moves through my hands like a quiet storm.Kieran’s fingers tighten around mine.“Nova,” he says slowly, “listen to me very carefully.”“I am listening.”His eyes search my face like he is trying to memorize every detail.“You need to stay calm.”I let out a shaky laugh.“You just told me I might be turning into a god. Calm is not exactly available.”“That reaction is exactly what the protocol is watching.”My stomach twists.“You mean it’s observing my emotions?”“Yes.”The whisper returns immediately.Cold. Calm. Precise.“Emotional fluctuation confirmed.”My chest tightens.“See?” Kieran murmurs quietly.I swallow hard.“So what happens now?”The whisper answers before he can.“Primary deletion target updated.”My breath stops.Elijah speaks first.“What does that mean?”Silence hangs in the air for a long moment.Then the voice speaks again.“Destabil

“They remember.”The words leave my mouth before I fully understand them.My heart is beating too fast. My hands are shaking again. But the light on my skin is no longer unstable.It is steady now.Warm.Alive.Kieran watches me closely.“What do you mean they remember?”I close my eyes for a moment. The voices are clearer now. Not loud. Not overwhelming. But present.Thousands of them.Calling my name.“I can hear them,” I whisper.Elijah leans forward.“Hear who?”“The mortals.”Silence falls between us.Kieran studies my face carefully.“Can you hear their thoughts?”“No.”“Then what are you hearing?”“Their belief.”The word sounds strange even to me.But it is the only word that fits.Kieran’s expression changes slightly.“They’re still chanting?”“Yes.”Elijah runs a hand over his face.“That should not be possible.”“Why not?” I ask.“Because faith like that usually takes years. Sometimes centuries.”I swallow slowly.“But they chose.”The voices move again inside my mind.Nova.