All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

KellanWe're just halfway past the shadowed bulk of the packhouse when the emergency sound of war tears through the night. It starts low, a deep vibration that rattles the windows, then swells into a deafening wail—the great war bells. War. The word hits me like a physical blow. "What the fuck is going on?" I demand, my voice fierce and raw as I lean forward between the seats. The metallic tang of my own blood still lingers on my tongue from the earlier beating, mixing with the car's stale air and Aspyn's sharp, defiant scent.Aspyn doesn't even glance my way, her knuckles white on the steering wheel as she accelerates. The headlights slice through the underbrush like desperate blades. "I should be the one asking you that," she snaps back, her tone clipped with urgency. "You just came from the council chamber afterall, Kellan. What fresh nightmare did you leave in your wake?"I slam a chained fist against the seatback, frustration boiling over. "You know damn well what I'm talking

AeronMy boots echo softly against the ancient stone as I trail Sera through the shadowed corridors, keeping a measured distance. The cool night air slips in through narrow arrow-slit windows, carrying the distant toll of those damned war bells that still vibrate in my bones like a curse. I do not call out to Sera again, not yet. Something in the rigid set of her shoulders warns me to follow gently, to give her the space her hurried steps demand. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, urging me to close the gap, to wrap her in my arms and shield her from whatever storm brews in her silence. But I hold back.Guards pass us in hushed clusters, their nods respectful but their eyes sharp with the fire of mobilization. I acknowledge them with a brief tilt of my head, my focus never leaving the woman ahead of me. Sera's gown whispers against the stone. She does not glance back. Her pace quickens near the arched entrance to our private wing, as if the walls themselves press too close

KellanI shake my head slowly, a mock irony curling my lips as I mutter under my breath, “I knew I was stepping into a big mess. Should have seen this storm coming miles away.”“You said you were here to stop them, Helena," Aspyn continues. "You promised me. You swore you’d pull them back from the edge before blood painted Nightbane borders red.”Her words echo off the walls adorned with those thorn-wrapped wolf banners, carrying a desperation that claws at the fragile alliances in the room. The fire in the massive hearth crackles louder, as if feeding on the rising conflict. Lucian and Julian sit like carved statues of power, their eyes reflecting light with predatory gleam. Helena remains seated, her posture regal yet unyielding like a matriarch whose webs have ensnared us all.Aspyn’s voice climbs, loud enough now to challenge the very foundations. “Say something! You said you were here to stop them!”“Now, now,” one of the twins drawls—Lucian, his tone smooth as oiled steel. He

Aeron"Attack!" I hear the commander of warriors roar.The warriors do as commanded, some transforming into their wolf forms and others shooting with guns as we all go against the growing number of Grimward rogue warriors.I tear through the first wave, fangs sinking into an enemy's throat. Roars and screams fill the air."Protect the packhouse at all cost folks!" the commander roars as the fight intensifies.I sight Jiro as he leads the Grimward from the front. Still in his human form, he tears through our defenses like a proper hurricane of death.The Grimwards follow with relentless savagery, and I watch as Nightbane warriors begin to fall in great numbers.Some are slaughtered where they stand, throats torn open and bodies left crumpled in the mud. Others are overwhelmed and bound with silver chains, dragged away through the broken fence as prisoners.Our ally troops aren't spared. In the same manner as the Nightbane warriors, they are slaughtered in their numbers at all fronts.N

Sera"No!" Jiro screams, the sound ripping from his throat like a wounded animal's final howl.I watch as his massive frame trembles violently as he fights the invisible chains wrapping around his will. His knees buckle further, slamming into the blood-soaked earth. But he claws at the ground, fingers digging furrows through the dirt and gore."I will not...chant her name! I am Alpha of the freaking Grimwards! I bow to no one!"Yet even as the words tear free, his voice cracks. The idomitable compulsion surges through him, my scent flooding every corner of his being like an unstoppable tide.I feel it too–the raw and ancient power pulsing from deep within my wolf and connecting each Grimward soul as if they were mere extensions of my own body.Jiro's lips part against his will, the chant building in his chest until it bursts out in a broken whisper. "The Mother...Our Mother of Scents..."My will overwhelms his own completely, and I see tears of rage streaking down his scarred face and