All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Someone answered when I finally broke.I didn’t scream.I didn’t beg.I just opened myself and let the pain speak.The bond was already splitting. Already bleeding. I followed my son’s voice until it faded, until all that remained was a hollow pull where certainty used to live. That was when I reached for something else.Something older.Something forbidden.I whispered into the silence. Not a name. Not a prayer. Just need.Help me.The answer came immediately.Not warm.Not kind.“You shouldn’t have called.”The voice slid into my thoughts like a blade. Calm. Measured. Female.I stiffened. “Who are you?”“We are the ones your kind pretends do not exist,” the voice replied. “And the ones your gods fear.”I swallowed. “Then why answer me?”“Because you are already lost,” she said. “And because you are bleeding loudly.”I felt it then. The bond pulsing erratically. My power spilling without shape.“I didn’t mean to draw attention,” I said.“You did more than that,” she replied. “You ran

The sky screamed, and I knew they had come for me.The sound wasn’t loud.It was inside my head.It pressed.It burned.It was demanding.Kieran grabbed my arm. “They’re here.”“I know,” I said. My voice shook, but I didn’t lower my head.A presence settled around us. Heavy. Judgmental. Cold.A voice spoke. Not one. Many. All at once.“Nova of the Unbound.”I lifted my chin. “I don’t kneel.”Silence followed. Thick. Offended.Kieran stepped closer to me. “You don’t have the right to touch her.”The voices laughed.“You are not Alpha.”“I am still her mate,” he snapped.The pressure surged. Pain sliced through my chest.“Kieran,” I whispered. “Stay still.”He shook his head. “I won’t let them”“Silence.”He gasped. Dropped to one knee.“No,” I shouted. “You don’t get to hurt him.”The voices turned to me.“You speak as if you hold power.”“I do,” I said. “You just hate that it’s not yours.”The pressure sharpened.“You accused me,” I continued, forcing the words through the weight. “Sa

I bleed and keep walking.KieranPain has a rhythm.I learned that long ago.This pain is different. It does not warn. It does not fade. It digs and stays, like it wants me to stop. Like the world itself is asking me to kneel.I refuse.The bond burns low. Not gone. Not broken. Flickering like a dying star that refuses to collapse.“She’s alive,” I whisper.No one answers. They never do. Not when I say her name.I have crossed lines already. Lines mortals do not come back from. I cross another without slowing.A voice finally speaks. Not divine. Not clean.“You hunt too high.”I do not turn. “Then you already know why I’m here.”A dry laugh follows. “Everyone knows. You are the fool who thinks gods can bleed.”“They do,” I say. “I’ve felt it.”Silence. Then footsteps. Measured. Curious.“You carry her mark,” the voice says. “And her rage.”I face him then. Not to threaten. To confirm.“I need what you hide,” I say. “Paths the gods do not watch.”“You want exile,” he says. “Or erasure.

My son watches me.I feel it before I hear him.A quiet pull. A steady presence. Not fear. Not pain.Awareness.“Kieran.”His voice is not a child’s voice. Not fully. It carries weight. Not loud. Certain.“I’m here,” I answer, my jaw tight. “Where are you?”“Close,” he says. “And far.”I swallow. “That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one that’s true,” he replies.I press my palm to my chest. The bond hums, sharp and strange. “You shouldn’t be speaking like this.”“I shouldn’t exist like this either,” he says gently.That hurts more than anything else.“Your mother...” I begin.“I know,” he interrupts. Not rude. Calm. “She’s choosing.”My breath stutters. “Choosing what?”“Whether the world keeps lying,” he says. “Or starts bleeding honestly.”I clench my teeth. “You don’t talk like this.”“I do now,” he replies. “It happened when I chose her.”Rage flares. “They forced you.”“No,” he says. “They tried.”Silence stretches. Heavy.“You saw it,” I say slowly. “The future.”“Pieces,” he

I run. And every step feels like betrayal.I taste blood on my lips, but it isn’t mine. It’s the weight of leaving behind what I can’t carry. My heart beats fast... not from fear, from the cost of the choice.“They think I’m broken,” I whisper, breath ragged. “They think exile will chain me. They’re wrong.”The fragment of the Goddess inside me shivers. You cannot outrun what you carry, Nova.“I am not running,” I snap. “I am surviving.”Kieran’s voice hums through the bond, tight and strained. “Nova… you’re fading. I can feel it. Don’t disappear from me now.”I bite my lip, resisting tears. “I can’t stay, Kieran. Not until I know what I can do what I must do.”“You’re leaving pieces of yourself behind,” he warns, fury edged with heartbreak. “Every time you vanish, you bleed from within!”“I have no choice!” I shout. “Every second I stay… they will find me. They will find us. They will destroy everything!”A soft, almost sad whisper echoes inside me... the Goddess fragment. Exile weak