All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Ciara’s POVThe door shuddered again, the wood splintering under the force of their blows. I stumbled back, my heart pounding, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The wardrobe held—barely—but I knew it wouldn't last. They would break through. It was only a matter of time.I turned to the girl. She was still huddled in the corner, her knees drawn up to her chest, her eyes wide with terror. She was young—so young. Sixteen, Marcus had said. She looked younger. Her face was pale and streaked with tears, her wrists red and raw from the ropes. She was trembling, her whole body shaking with silent sobs.I crossed the room and knelt in front of her, my hands finding hers. They were cold. So cold."Hey," I said softly. "Look at me."She looked up, her eyes meeting mine. They were dark, filled with fear and hopelessness."What's your name?" I asked."L-Liora," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "My name is Liora.""Liora." I squeezed her hands gently. "That's a beautiful name. How long have

Ciara's POV The first guard came at me with his sword raised, a snarl curling his lips. He thought I would be easy. He thought I would cower and beg. He thought I was just a woman, soft and breakable. He was wrong. I moved before he could strike, my body flowing into the familiar rhythm Serafine had drilled into me during countless hours of training. Duck. Twist. Strike. The mantra echoed in my mind. I ducked under his swing, feeling the blade whistle past my ear, close enough to stir my hair. I spun, the chain whipping through the air in a deadly arc, and caught him across the face. The impact was sickening—a wet crack of bone and flesh giving way. He staggered back, blood pouring from a gash that split his cheek open to the bone. He screamed, the sound raw and animal. I didn't wait. I didn't hesitate. I followed through, driving my elbow into his throat with all the strength I could muster. He crumpled, gasping, clawing at his crushed windpipe. And I was already moving to the ne

Ciara’s POVThe pain stopped.Not gradually. Not gently. It just stopped, like a candle being snuffed out between two fingers. One moment I was drowning in agony—the whip carving fire into my back, the stone floor cold against my cheek, the taste of blood thick on my tongue. The next, there was nothing. No pain. No sound. No cold.The world went white.Not the white of snow or clouds or light. This was different. Absolute. Infinite. It stretched in every direction, endless and empty, with no walls, no ceiling, no floor. Just a vast, silent expanse of nothing that swallowed everything.I stood there—or floated there, I couldn't tell which. My body felt weightless, disconnected, like I was made of smoke and memory. I looked down at my hands. They were whole. Unmarked. No blood. No wounds. No chains. The raw, torn skin from the ropes was gone. The bruises had faded. I was clean.Where was I?I turned in a slow circle, searching for something familiar. Anything. A landmark. A shadow. A so

Draven's POV I stood there, still in my wolf form, my chest heaving, my wounds bleeding, and watched her work. Ciara moved like nothing I had ever seen. Her massive white body was a blur of motion, a storm of teeth and claws and fury. She hit the guards like a wave crashing against rocks, and they shattered beneath her. Her jaws closed around one man's arm and tore it from its socket. Her claws raked across another's chest, splitting him open from shoulder to hip. She was death given form, and the guards knew it. They scrambled back, their faces pale, their weapons shaking in their hands. But they didn't run. They couldn't. There were too many of them, and they knew that if they fled, Thorne would kill them anyway. So they fought. Some of them shifted, their bodies contorting into wolves, and they circled her, trying to flank, trying to find a weakness. I forced myself to my feet. My body screamed in protest, my wounds burning with every movement. But I couldn't lie there and w

Draven's POVThey led me through the secret wall, through the narrow corridor that had been my path to her. The walls were slick with blood—some of it mine, some of it theirs. My men flanked me on both sides, their arms steady under mine, supporting my weight as I stumbled forward. Every step sent fire through my wounds, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.The wine cellar was a tomb.Bodies littered the floor, twisted and broken. The air was thick with the stench of blood and death, so heavy I could taste it on my tongue—copper and iron and something sweeter underneath. I recognized some of the faces. Guards I had seen in Thorne's service, men who had chosen the wrong side and paid for it with their lives. Others were strangers, nameless soldiers who had died for a cause they probably didn't understand.We passed through the shattered door, through the corridor where I had fought my way to her. The walls were gouged, the stone cracked from the force of the battle. Blood painted the f