Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Isolde's POVI stood there for a moment, looking down at Thorne's slumped form. His head was lolled to the side, his breathing deep and even. The chains were still wrapped around his wrists, but there was no fight left in him. He was completely out cold.The Eclipse Nectar had worked perfectly. Better than I had expected.Look at you, I thought, a cold smile curling my lips. The great Councilman Thorne. Reduced to a drooling mess by a woman and a little serum. All that power, all that control... and it took nothing to steal it from you.I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile. Then I turned away and walked toward the private restroom attached to the VIP room. My hands were sticky, my dress stained, and I needed to clean myself up before I did anything else.The restroom was small but elegant—dark marble counters, a gilded mirror, soft candlelight flickering against the walls. The air smelled of expensive perfume and beeswax. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me, locking i

Kaden's POVThe pub was loud tonight. The kind of loud that usually helped me forget. Tankards slamming against wooden tables. Laughter that was too sharp, too forced. The smell of ale and sweat and something burnt from the kitchen. Bodies pressed together in the dim light, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of drunken revelry.I sat at the center of a long table, surrounded by familiar faces. My friends. Or what passed for friends these days.Cedric was to my left, his arm draped possessively over his mate's shoulders. Her name was Lira. She was pretty in a soft, unassuming way. The kind of woman who smiled at everything he said, who laughed at his jokes even when they weren't funny. They had been bonded for two years now, and he still looked at her like she was the sun. It made me want to vomit.Across from me, Aldric was laughing at something one of the serving girls had said. She was young, barely of age, with wide eyes and a nervous smile. He reached out and grabbed her wai

Ciara's POVI paced the length of my chambers, my bare feet cold against the stone floor. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the walls, but I didn't feel its warmth. My mind was too consumed by the weight of everything pressing down on me.I had to find out where Marcus's sister was being held. I had to. It was the only way to save Draven. The only way to clear his name. The only way to bring Thorne down.But how?I stopped pacing and pressed my palms against the cool stone of the windowsill. Outside, the night was dark, the stars hidden behind thick clouds. It felt like the world was holding its breath, waiting for me to make a move.I thought about my options. I had already tried Kaden. He had failed me. I had tried the Alpha. He had agreed to help, but only if I could find the location. I had tried Marcus. He was broken, useless, drowning in guilt and alcohol.Who else could I turn to? Serafine? She had already told me she couldn't do much. She wasn't a

Ciara's POVI stared at him. My mind was racing, churning through everything he had just told me. The location. The old estate. The basement. It was everything I needed. Everything I had been fighting for desperately.But could I trust him?I thought about the last time I had gone to him for help. The way he had tried to trap me and use my desperation against me. He had wanted to hold me hostage with a blind promise. And now he was standing here, offering me the one thing I needed most.It didn't make sense.My mind raced through all the possibilities. What if this was another trap? What if he was giving me a fake location, sending me into danger so he could watch me fail? What if Thorne was waiting for me there? What if Kaden was working with him? What if I walked into that estate and never walked out?I searched his eyes, looking for any sign of deception. They looked sincere. Desperate, even. But I had been fooled before. I had trusted him before. And he had thrown that trust away

Kaden's POVI stared at her. The firelight from the hearth cast shadows across her face, making her look even more determined. Even more untouchable. Like a statue carved from stone, beautiful and cold and completely beyond my reach."Thank you for your help," she had said. "But I've got it from here."I felt something twist in my chest. A sharp, painful ache that I had been trying to ignore for weeks. She was going to walk away. She was going to try to do this alone and march into danger without a second thought.This woman was going to get herself killed."Ciara, wait." My voice was urgent, almost desperate. I reached out and grabbed her wrist before I could stop myself.She stopped. She looked down at my hand, then up at my face. Her eyes were cold, guarded. There was no warmth in them. No softness. Just the hard, unyielding wall she had built around herself."How are you going to save her?" I asked. "How are you going to get her out of there?"She opened her mouth to speak. I didn