All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Isolde's POVA week later.The Alpha's chambers were hot and thick with the smell of sweat and sex. Marius lay beside me, his massive body sprawled across the silk sheets, his mouth open, his snores rattling the windows. He had fallen asleep almost immediately after we finished—not that I was surprised. He wasn't exactly a marathon lover. More of a sprint. A very short, very unsatisfying sprint.I stared at the ceiling and tried not to gag.This is what it took, I thought. This is what I had to do to gain his favor. To whisper in his ear. To push him toward war.I glanced at him. At his fat face, his open mouth, the drool pooling on the pillow. He was disgusting. Repulsive. Everything I hated in a man.But he's the Alpha, I reminded myself. He has the power. He has the army. He has everything I need to destroy Draven and that little whore.I looked away, my mind racing.The war was coming. I could feel it. Thorne had been whispering in Marius's ear—about the Verath wolf, about the thr

Ciara's POVThe morning of my wedding dawned like something out of a dream.I stood on the balcony of my chambers, my hands resting on the cool stone railing, and looked out at the world below. The sun was rising over the eastern hills, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink and soft, pale blue. Birds were singing in the trees—a chorus of trills and warbles that seemed to celebrate the day. A gentle breeze carried the scent of roses and jasmine from the garden, mingling with the faint smell of fresh bread from the kitchens below.Everything was perfect.The courtyard was already bustling with activity. Servants hurried back and forth, carrying flowers and ribbons and candles. The great hall had been transformed overnight—I could see the white silk draping through the open windows, the candles waiting to be lit, the archway of roses that would frame our vows. Music drifted up from somewhere below—a string quartet practicing, their notes sweet and hopeful.I smiled.This is it, I t

Draven's POVI pushed the doors open.And the world stopped.The great hall had been transformed into something out of a dream. Thousands of candles flickered from crystal chandeliers, their light dancing across walls draped in white silk and silver ribbons. Flowers spilled from every surface—roses and lilies and jasmine, their fragrance thick and sweet in the air. The archway at the far end of the hall was a masterpiece of woven branches and white blooms, a gateway into something sacred.I had never seen anything so beautiful.My eyes moved across the room, taking it all in. The guests filled the chairs on either side of the aisle—dignitaries from across the territory, allies from neighboring packs, faces I recognized and faces I didn't. Lord Harren was there, his stern face softened by something that looked almost like pride. Lord Cassel sat beside him, his usual sneer replaced by an expression of grudging respect. I saw representatives from the Northern Reach, the Eastern Marches,

Ciara's POVI sat beside Draven, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. The veil obscured my vision, turning the world into a soft blur of candlelight and shadow. But I didn't need to see. I could feel him beside me—his warmth, his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing.He's here, I thought. He's really here. We made it.The priestess stepped forward, her silver hair catching the candlelight like moonlight on water. She was ancient—older than anyone I had ever seen—but there was a strength in her that belied her years. Her eyes, pale as river stones, seemed to see straight through to my soul."Before we begin," she said, her voice soft but carrying, "let us invoke the blessing of the Moon Goddess. She who watches over all wolves. She who binds mates in the sacred bond. She who sees all, knows all, loves all."She raised her hands, and the hall fell completely silent. Even the candles seemed to dim, as if the very flames were holding their breath."Goddess of th

Draven's POVThe world stopped.I stood there, my arms still wrapped around Ciara, my lips still tingling from our kiss, and felt the ground crumble beneath my feet.Ironpeak. Here. Now.The words didn't make sense. They couldn't make sense. This was supposed to be our day. Our celebration. Our happy ending. And now—"This is impossible," I said, my voice flat. "They can't be here. They can't have crossed our borders without warning. We have patrols. We have scouts. We have—""They came through the eastern pass," the guard gasped. He was on his knees now, one hand pressed to a wound in his side, blood seeping between his fingers and pooling on the stone floor. His face was pale, his eyes wild with fear and exhaustion. "Through the mountains. They must have been moving for days. Weeks, maybe. We didn't see them until they were already inside our territory."The eastern pass. The mountains. The same route Ciara had taken when she escaped from her uncle's pack. The same route that was su