All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Helena I rest both hands against the edge of the blackwood desk and tap my fingertips tightly against the polished surface while gathering my thoughts.The chamber is very quiet, but the silence does very little to comfort me. Fire lanterns continue crackling overhead while shadows shift lazily along the stone walls. Somewhere outside the forest, distant wolf howls drift faintly through the night air. It mixes with the muffled cried that occasionally rises from the breeder camps beyond.My sons sit across from me like kings born from violence and horror themselves.Julian reclines slightly in his chair with one boot resting against the lower frame of the desk. His eyes are fixed on me as he lazily rotates his goblet. His elbow rests against the armrest while his fingers brush thoughtfully against the scar near his jaw.Neither of them looks remotely human anymore.Still, they are mine.I slowly inhale before speaking. "I come here to offer you both a way to reclaim the throne of your

SeraFor several seconds, I simply stare at Ketura as the word continues to echo through my mind.Nightwort.My breathing slows strangely as memories I have not visited in years begin surfacing one after another. I can almost hear my mother's voice again, weak and exhausted from the stories she once told me during my childhood.Ketura steps closer to me now, her concern growing deeper by the second.“My Luna,” she presses gently. “Talk to me.”I swallow hard before finally speaking.“Nightwort was used on my mother,” I say quietly.Ketura blinks once.“When she was pregnant once.” I pause, then look downwards. "But she lost the child."Ketura straightens slowly beside the bed, her eyes narrowing with growing attention while I continue speaking.“My mother was very sick during the final months of the pregnancy,” I explain. “The healer believed she and the child she carried would both die during childbirth.”Even now, speaking of it leaves a strange heaviness in my chest.I remember hea

HelenaThe ride to the packhouse passes beneath a suffocating silence.I sit at the far end of the surveillance van with my hands folded tightly over each other while armed Nightbane operatives occupy the benches opposite us.Their guns rest loosely across their laps, though the tension in their bodies make it obvious they were given strict orders to treat me like a threat to the pack.But of course I am a threat. One who continuously plots to kill the Alpha is indeed the greatest threat.Aspyn remains completely still beside me. Her eyes is lowered toward the metal floor of the van, fingers twisting nervously together while strands of disordered hair partially veil her face.I glance at her several times during the journey.Follow the damn script, I silently beg her.If she breaks under the coming pressure, everything collapses. She should know that.The van moves steadily through the streets of Nightvane while I try to rehearse the story repeatedly inside my head. Every response mus

HelenaFor the first time since I walk into the chamber, I lose a bit of composure.The entire throne room feels suddenly smaller beneath Sera’s gaze.But I widen my eyes instantly in feigned confusion in order not to let the silence turn against me."A Grimward?" I repeat with sharp disbelief. "No, my Luna. That's impossible."Then I let out a faint scoff and glance toward the wolf head as though seeing it properly for the first time."It's clearly a rogue," I insist. "Just a particularly ugly and big headed one."By now, several warriors have already risen from their seats. Even a few elders lean forward with visible unease while Aspyn stands frozen beside me clutching the leather bag tightly enough that her knuckles begin paling beneath the strain."Bring it here," one of the senior warriors orders as he descends the council steps first.Aspyn hesitates a bit. She even tries to lower the head back into the bag again."Oh, don't do that," another warrior snaps immediately.The comma

Sera I rise to my feet, as I notice something is definitely wrong. The certainty of it sits heavily inside my chest as I rise from my seat. The entire council chamber turns toward me at once, but I barely notice the dozens of eyes following my movement. My attention remains fixed on Helena. Grimwards do not wander alone. Even children in the northern territories are aware of that. They move in violent clusters during dangerous raids or territorial hands. They do not simply stroll into Nightbane boarders to lust after women beneath the sacred moonlight like mindless beasts. Yet somehow, both the pack advisor and chief warrior had stood before the entire council and twisted the narrative neatly enough for everyone to believe the crap. I glance briefly toward Aeron. Earlier, while Kellan spoke, Aeron had leaned close and quietly told me to stay calm and let the council settle. He had asked me to avoid turning the chamber into chaos without solid proof. So I had remained silent. And