All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Kaden's POVI heard the screams before I saw the blood.The great hall had become a slaughterhouse.Ironpeak wolves—dozens of them, black and gold against the silver of our pack—poured through the doors, their teeth bared, their eyes blazing. They had taken us by surprise. They had taken everyone by surprise.I stood at the center of the chaos, my sword in my hand, my heart pounding.This can't be happening, I thought. This can't be real.But it was real. I saw the bodies on the floor—guests, servants, guards. I saw the blood pooling on the stone. I saw the fire spreading along the walls, licking at the white silk drapes, consuming the flowers, the ribbons, the decorations that had taken weeks to prepare.This was supposed to be their wedding, I thought. This was supposed to be their happy ending.And now it's a nightmare.And I saw my father.He was fighting—fighting like I had never seen him fight, his sword a blur of silver, his face twisted with fury. He was old, but he was still

Ciara's POVI sat alone in the bunker, my knees pulled to my chest, my arms wrapped around them. The lantern flickered on the wall, casting dancing shadows across the stone. The silence was deafening.He should be back by now.The thought circled in my mind, relentless and gnawing. I had been counting the minutes since he left—counting them, losing count, starting again. It felt like hours. It felt like days.He promised he would come back. He promised.But what if he can't? What if something happened? What if—I couldn't finish the thought. It was too terrible to complete.You need to calm down, Syra said, her voice soft in my mind.I can't. I closed my eyes. I can't calm down. He's been gone too long. Something's wrong.You don't know that.I feel it. I pressed my hand to my chest, where the bond hummed like a plucked string—but wrong. Out of tune. Stretched too tight. The bond. It's—it's different. Something's changed. Something's wrong.She was quiet for a moment. Then, I feel it

Isolde's POVI stood there, frozen, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged animal. The door had closed behind Marius with a sound that still echoed in my ears, and the silence that followed was deafening.He threatened me.He actually threatened me.I had spent weeks in his bed. Weeks pretending to enjoy his touch, his breath, his body. Weeks whispering in his ear, guiding his decisions, pushing him toward war. And he had threatened to have my head.I will have your head.The words burned through me like acid. I felt my hands clench into fists at my sides, my nails digging into my palms. I felt the fury rise in my chest, hot and violent, demanding release.You'll have my head? You'll have my head?You wouldn't have a pack if it weren't for me. You wouldn't have a war if it weren't for me. You wouldn't have anything if it weren't for me.And you think you can threaten me?A voice cut through my thoughts."You're going to wear a hole in the stone if you keep staring at it."I tu

Draven's POVTime passed.I didn't feel it. Days bled into nights, nights into grey mornings, and I moved through them like a man underwater. People spoke to me. I answered. Food was placed before me. I ate what I remembered to eat. Ciara held my hand and I let her. Sometimes I slept. Sometimes I woke with my face wet and no memory of the dream.But the world kept turning, and the dead still had to be buried.They buried them on the seventh day.The sky was low and colourless, the kind of grey that pressed down and smothered everything beneath it. No sun. No wind. Even the birds had gone quiet, as though the whole world understood that this was not a day for singing.They laid the dead out in the great hall.Twenty-two of them.I had asked for the count. I should not have asked for the count. Twenty-two wolves of the Stormclaw Pack had died on the day my wedding was supposed to be. Twenty-two bodies, washed and dressed in white, laid out in rows down the length of the hall—so many tha

Draven's POVThe dream was kind to me at first.I was in the great hall, but it was not the great hall I had left. The banners were new. The candles were lit and tall. Ciara stood at the end of the aisle in her white dress, and the whole hall was full—every chair, every bench, every window crowded with wolves who had come to see us bound.My father was there. Alive. Sitting on his raised seat with his hands on his knees, watching me come down the aisle with that look he wore when he was trying not to show how he felt. He was not disappointed. He was not cold. He was proud, and he was trying very hard not to let anyone see it, and somehow that made it worse than if he'd wept.Kaden stood at his right. He had that smirk he used to have before all of this—the one that made me want to hit him—and he leaned over to my father and said something, and my father laughed. Actually laughed. And I thought, that's the sound. I remember that sound.Ciara turned to face me. She had roses in her hair