All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

KellanI offer no reply to the driver. His large eyes linger on me a second longer before he turns away with a low, mocking chuckle.I push the car door open and step out into the cool night air, my legs still unsteady. Then I close the door gently behind me, the soft click echoing louder than it should in the quiet.The car instantly pulls away, tires crunching over gravel before disappearing into the darkness.Now, I stand alone near the outer borders of Nightbane Pack. To escape the Grimwards was one thing, and to walk back into Nightbane alive is another entirely.My life now hangs like a threat, and every shadow feels like it could be the one that ends me.I cross the narrow path and head toward the massive gates. As I draw closer, my stomach drops.The gates are firmly closed, its heavy iron bars gleaming under the moonlight. Not a single warrior stands in plain sight.This doesn't surprise me. I know they are hidden–watching from elevated posts or behind trees. Right now, they

Helena I watch with a slow, deliberate smile spreading across my lips as Kellan absorbs my words.His face is drained of all color.Good. Let him squirm and taste the full weight of his failure.I take one measured step closer to him, my emerald robe brushing softly against the polished floor."Well, Kellan? What do you have to say now?" I ask in a low tone.For a moment, he simply stares at me blankly, eyes wide like a cornered sheep.Then something shifts suddenly. He shakes his head slowly and takes a bold step forward–close enough that I instinctively take one step back."You wouldn't dare expose me," he says, his voice coming out low but laced with venom. "Because exposing me means exposing yourself too, Helena. I am dead sure Aeron would eagerly believe me when I name Julian and Lucian as the sole orchestrators of the ambush."He pauses, that victorious smile deepening. "And I am equally sure the twins wouldn't hide from a war once their step-brother draws the first sword."He

KellanI smile wider as I turn and move to my wardrobe. There, I pull out my black hood and slim, silent shoes.I slip the hood over my head, adjusting it carefully in the mirror. The dark fabric blends perfectly with shadows.What better time to learn the truth about Aeron's scandalous heritage than tonight?If he truly carries Grimward blood, the council that seems to cherish him greatly today will destroy him themselves.Sera will also turn away, for the scandal would be great upon her.Then the throne and Aeron's Luna will be mine for the taking.I take one last look at myself before heading for the door. My hand rests on the handle.The packhouse is quiet, but I am certain danger waits in every corridor. Just one mis-turn, and I am dead.But the prize is too great to ignore.Besides, if have successfully outsmarted them all to get into my chambers, then I can do it again with the aid of a night hood and slim shoes.I open the door a crack, peer into the empty hallway, and slip ou

Kellan The pressure in the Council Chamber becomes suffocating as every eye continues to burn into me like hot irons.The elders lean forward in their seats, faces twisted with suspicion and rage. The warriors grip their weapons tighter, ready to act on the slightest provocation or command.Aeron sits at the center like an Alpha on trial, his gaze on me cold and unyielding.I shut my eyes for a brief second, heart hammering so hard it feels like it might burst.This is the moment I either save or condemn myself. If I spill what I believe is true about Aeron, it could buy enough time to destroy him.I take in a deep, shaky breath and open my eyes. "My lords–!" I say in a voice louder than I expect.But before I can continue, the heavy chamber doors swing open with a resounding boom. Every head in the room snaps toward the entrance as Helena and Aspyn stride in with purposeful speed.The mere sight of them sends a ripple of shock through the council.Some elders and warriors shoot to

AeronI remain seated in the grand Council Chamber long after the others have begun to file out. The elders and warriors depart in low murmurs echoing off vaulted ceilings.My eyes stay locked on Kellan as he limps toward the exit, supported by one of the guards that once violently brought him in. His shoulders are hunched, and his steps are unsteady. He doesn't look back, and the doors close behind him with a resounding sound that leaves the chamber feeling emptier than it should.Sera's hand finds mine on the armrest, her touch warm and gentle. She squeezes softly and offers a small smile as our eyes meet."You did well today," she whispers. "The pack needed to see strength, and they saw it."I manage a nod, but my mind is elsewhere. She leans in, brushes a kiss against me cheek, then rises gracefully. Her hand lingers on my shoulder for another moment before she walks out, her footsteps light against the stone floor.The chamber falls silent now, completely empty except for me.I