All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

KellanI walk into my room with much higher spirits and enthusiasm than I had felt for a long time. The weight that had been crushing my chest for days seems lighter and more manageable now.Aeron promised to make me chief warrior? After all the evil I had helped execute against him?No, this is more than enough–I reason as I turn down the familiar corridor. It is time to end the rather foolish dream of eliminating Aeron and becoming the Alpha. I could just settle as commander of warriors.The position carries similar power and authority as that of the Alpha, and it is a clear path to influence without the constant target that would be on my back if I go for the throne.I smile to myself, my thoughts warming me as I walk. From all seen indications, Aeron is not aware of my strong hand in the ambush. So I must remain low-key, accept the position with honor, and let the dirty past stay buried.With this joy-provoking thought revolving around my head like some mantra, I proceed to make

Helena"You cannot be serious about this," I instantly snap back into the conversation, my voice cutting through the line with urgent force. "Storming Nightbane with full Grimward forces is beyond irritational–it is reckless and will shatter everything we've worked toward for years."I take a deep breath, realising that my voice was getting louder. "Lucian. The pack will see it as an open coup and war, never as a rightful claim. Allies will flee, and the whole council will turn against us. We need timing, the right leverage–""We've made our decision, Mother," he cuts me short without hesitation. "You must stand by it. The throne of Nightbane is ours for the taking, and we must have it."The line goes dead before I can utter another word. The suddeness that comes with the silence feels louder than his insane shouting ever did.I stare at the phone in my hand, and for a split second I feel like hurling it across the room and watch it smash against the wall. But my arm fights the impuls

Kellan“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Your Grace,” I instantly say, the denial slipping out quicker than I intend.Aeron only smiles, then tilts his head slightly, eyes never leaving mine. “Wouldn’t it be nice if I too knew those who plotted my assassination?”I nod slowly, forcing the motion to look thoughtful rather than trapped. “That would really be nice,” I reply, keeping my tone even, though my mind races through every possible trap hidden in his question. Nice? It would be catastrophic if he learned the full truth before I am ready to wield it.Aeron nods once, visibly satisfied with my response. Then he takes a step forward. The subtle advance closes the distance again, his presence filling the doorway."Can I come in?" he asks calmly. "Figured you're not ready yet. But I can wait inside."I step aside smoothly and open the door wider in invitation, my hand steady on the wood despite the tension coiling in my shoulders. He walks past me into the room with that eff

KellanFatigue creeps in gradually—my eyes growing heavy, and shoulders aching from leaning over desks and shelves. Yet I refuse to stop, flipping through yet another medical tome that details generational blood profiles. The night deepens around the archives, the outside world silent save for occasional distant howls. My wolf remains alert beneath the surface, feeding on the thrill of the hunt even as my human body protests. Every new record fuels my ambition, painting clearer pictures of how I will ascend. Sera’s face flickers in my mind, along with the respect that will shine in her eyes when I claim the throne.I look up eventually with tired, burning eyes, only to realize the soft glow of dawn is creeping through the high windows. Stacks of opened volumes surround me on the desk and floor, my search far from complete.I try to push onward, my fingers trembling slightly as they pull down yet another heavy ledger from the medical records shelf. But the old pages blur before my

HelenaAspyn and I turn back almost simultaneously, drawn by the sound of approaching footsteps echoing down the corridor. We see Aeron striding forward with purposeful grace, flanked by two guards. The morning light catches the edges of his cloak, highlighting the authority he carries even in these casual moments. My heart gives a small, uneasy lurch at the sight of him, especially after Kellan’s slurred and unbelievable revelation still rings fresh in my ears.We greet him with respectful nods, voices overlapping softly. “Your Grace.”Aeron chuckles lightly, the sound warm yet carrying an undercurrent of amusement that does not fully reach his eyes. “I knew I wasn’t the only one who heard that loud snoring. It echoed through half the eastern wing like a bear in hibernation.”He walks past us without breaking stride, moving directly to where Kellan still lies sprawled in the alcove. Squatting beside him with fluid ease, Aeron tuts softly, shaking his head. “He must have spent the