All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Mated to His Rival Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Draven's POVI stayed in her arms for a long moment. Her scent filled my lungs. The familiar smell of her. The one that had been grounding me since the night I found her in the snow, half-frozen and barely alive.I forced myself to breathe. In. Out. Slow and steady. Her hand was in my hair, her fingers moving gently through the strands, and I felt the tension in my shoulders start to ease. Just a little. Just enough to think clearly. Her heartbeat was steady against my cheek. Steady and strong. It reminded me that not everything was falling apart. She was still here. She was still mine.I pulled back. Slowly. Reluctantly. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and looked at her. She was still on her knees in front of me, her eyes red-rimmed but steady. She looked at me like I was worth saving. Like I wasn't the broken man I felt like. "Better?" she asked.I nodded. "Better."I stood and walked to the window. The courtyard was empty. The sky was gray. It matched how I felt inside. H

Ciara's POVI found Marcus's quarters in the east wing. The door was closed. The corridor was empty. I knocked.No answer.I knocked again. Harder. Still nothing."Marcus," I called through the wood. "I know you're in there. Open the door."Silence.I pressed my ear against the door and listened. I heard movement. Something scraping against the floor. The sound of footsteps, slow and heavy."Please," I said. "I just need to talk to you."The footsteps stopped. Then they started again, coming toward the door. The lock clicked. The door opened a crack.Marcus stood in the gap. He looked terrible. His hair was disheveled. His shirt was wrinkled, half-untucked. His eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, like he'd been crying for hours. His face was pale. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in days.He saw me and flinched. His hand tightened on the door."Miss Ciara," he said. His voice was hoarse. Raw. "I—what are you doing here?""I need to speak with you."He glanced around nervously, like

Ciara’s POVI walked out of Marcus's quarters with my mind spinning. The corridor was empty. Silent. I leaned against the wall for a moment and closed my eyes.I had made a promise. A vow. On my soul. I would save Marcus's sister. I didn't know how. I didn't know where she was being held. But I had sworn I would do it.And I had no plan.I pushed off the wall and started walking. I needed to think. I needed to clear my head. I needed someone to talk to—someone who wasn't caught up in this mess.I found myself heading toward the training yard.Serafine was there, as always. She was standing in the center of the yard, her arms crossed, watching a group of young wolves run through their forms. Her eyes were sharp, missing nothing. She saw me the moment I stepped through the gate.She dismissed the young wolves with a wave of her hand and walked toward me."You look terrible," she said."Thank you." I managed a weak smile. "I feel terrible."She studied me for a moment. Her eyes narrowed.

Ciara's POVI pushed the door open and stepped inside.The sight that greeted me made me stop cold. Kaden was behind his desk, looking like he hadn't slept in days. His hair was disheveled. His shirt was wrinkled. Dark circles rimmed his eyes. He looked like a man who had been fighting a war against himself and losing.And Isolde was leaning over his desk, her hands flat on the surface, her face too close to his. She was wearing something low-cut. Her hair was loose. She looked like she had just walked out of a dream—or a nightmare, depending on who you asked.My stomach turned.For a moment, I couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't do anything but stare at the two of them. Kaden, the man who had rejected me so cruelly. And Isolde, the woman who had been in Draven's bed. The woman who was doing everything she could to tear us apart.What the hell was going on here?Was this some kind of alliance? A partnership? Or something worse? The thought made my skin crawl. Isolde had been obses

Kaden's POVShe was listing everything she needed from me. The audacity of it. Standing there in my study, in front of Isolde, telling me exactly what I needed to do."I need you to get close to Thorne," she said. "Not just proximity—I need you to earn his trust. I need you to make him believe you're on his side. You're the heir. You have access to things no one else does. He'll want to keep you close."I stared at her. She kept going."I need you to find out where he's keeping Marcus's sister. Marcus doesn't know where she is. Thorne has kept that information secret. But he'll talk to you. If he trusts you, he'll let something slip. A location. A name. Anything."I opened my mouth to speak. She wasn't finished."I need you to feed me information. Anything you learn. Any movement he makes. Any conversation you overhear. Anything that could help us find her and get her out."She paused. Her eyes met mine."And I need you to do it fast. Every day we wait, that girl is in more danger. Th