All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SeraI incline my head slightly, allowing the weight of their attention to settle before I continue. My voice remains steady even as something within me feels newly anchored.“He died earlier in my life,” I say, not as a lament, but as a truth that has long since shaped me. “But even in the short time I had with him, I learned what sacrifice truly means. Not the kind that is spoken about to gain favor…but the kind that is lived without expectation of reward.”A quiet pause follows, and I notice that the elders are no longer stiff with dismissal. A few of them nod thoughtfully. Even the warriors who had earlier murmured with unease, now regard me with something closer to recognition.I allow a small smile to touch my lips.“There are still warriors in this pack,” I continue, “and in neighboring ones, who remember my father. They still honor his name, and they remain men who would still answer a call tied to that legacy.”My gaze sweeps across them.“And if given the opportunity, I can

Sera“I do not know if I can do this,” I say again, softer now. "They expect a Luna who was born and bred to be one. But I wasn't. I have been a commoner all my life."I resume pacing, and my hands press against my waist as though I can steady myself through force alone."My scent will forever unsettle them," I continue in a frustrated tone. "Even before today, I have seen the way everyone reacts to it. It makes them uncomfortable and distracted. I–I can't help it."I shake my head slightly, exhaling through my nose.“And I have spent most of my life as a commoner,” I add, the truth grounding and cutting at the same time. “I learned to obey, to remain unseen, and to keep my head down. That is what I know. Not this.”The words build faster now, stacking upon one another.“My father…” I pause, the thought catching for a moment before I force it forward. “He died before I could learn anything from him. Of course I remember pieces. But it is not enough to stand here and claim I carry eve

KellanThe dark night sits heavy against the glass of my window, the moonlight spreading in long, pale strokes across the courtyard below.I stand there longer than I should, my gaze fixed sternly on the far away gates. Then I see Aeron and Sera as they walk toward it.Their hands are joined together as they walk side by side, and Sera turns to him more often with a giggle.My jaw tightens at the sight. I also watch as the guards straighten and bow as the gates part without question. Then the two lovebirds pass beyond the threshold and into the open stretch of moonlit land.The silver light catches her hair, and for a fleeting moment, it almost feels as though the night itself bends around her presence.Then they are gone, and the large gates close behind them.I turn away abruptly, and I begin to pace without direction as my thoughts return to that moment–the one I have tried really had to bury.Aeron had not told me to reject her outrightly. No. He had guided me toward the insane d

KellanHelena's words carries through the door, and I can hear it clearly. I remain rooted to the same spot for a few moments longer as I eavesdrop on her.Her laughter sounds soft and natural, and she converses on the call with her brother easily.Perhaps I am afraid for nothing. The thought settles with reluctant acceptance, and it does not sit entirely comfortably. I draw in a quiet breath before stepping back from the door. Then I retrace my steps through the corridor, my pace slower and less urgent than before.I reach my chamber, closing the door behind me before walking straight to the window. Then my gaze lifts to the courtyard beyond. There, the pale glow of the moon continues to glow and stretch across the ground in long, quiet lines.The gates stand closed now. Beyond them lies the open ground. And somewhere out there, Aeron and Sera are possibly having the best time of their freaking lives.The thought presses into me with a terrible weight I cannot just push aside.They

HelenaOh, there was a time Nighbane pack had answered mostly to me. Every corridor, servant, and decision behind closed doors had carried the weight of my presence.Now, as I stand before the tall window of my chamber and watch the courtyard below, I cannot help but feel as though I have become nothing more than a shadow just lingering at its edges.Graven never returned the next midnight. Not even the next or even weeks later. His absence leaves a gap in the plans I had once believed were carefully laid.For the first time in a long while, great uncertainty creeps into my freaking mind.I watch as days stretch into weeks, and weeks into a month or two. Within this time, Sera moves through the pack with great confidence and strength. She weaves through the lives of everyone with a strange persistence that seems to be more effective than any command ever could.The warriors now look at her and see the echoes of her dead father, and she uses that to tilt their loyalty to her favour an