All Chapters of Alphas Rejection, Supremes Obsession: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

EVELARAI quickly discovered that silence can be utilized as a form of protection.So I did not question the guards. I did not demand answers. I did not search the corridors with suspicion written across my face.Instead, I smiled.I accepted Eric’s presence with a polite nod, allowed him to trail half a step behind me as I walked through the palace corridors, and let my movements fall back into familiar routines— ones no one would question.Breakfast with Eryx came first…He was already seated when I entered the sunlit dining chamber, swinging his legs beneath the chair, his focus divided between a plate of fruit and a book propped open beside him. He looked up the moment he sensed my presence.“Mama!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet. “You’re late.”I laughed softly, reaching for him and pressing a kiss to his hair. “Am I?”“Yes,” he said seriously. “You’re never late.”That garnered a brief moment of attention from the guards positioned discreetly along the walls. I sensed their aw

EVELARALucien steps back first.The distance was minimal, merely a single step, yet the impact of this change was deeper than any physical contact he might have initiated.The atmosphere between us solidified, intensified, and became intentional. He straightened his shoulders. His gaze shifted from my lips to my eyes, remaining there, unwavering and resolute.Whatever existed before this moment is over…“The rules change now,” he says.The words are balanced and serene. They gently settle into the clearing, much like iron filings aligning themselves.I nodded once, though my chest tightens. “All right.”He raises a hand— not in my direction, but towards the surrounding air. The movement is precise and well-rehearsed. Power responds instantly.The wards appear to be strengthening.I sense it before I perceive it. The temperature decreases, sufficiently to make the air in my lungs feel more distinct and attenuated.The light bends subtly, like it’s passing through water instead of air.

EVELARAThe silence followed me back to my chambers.This is not the tranquil peace that descends after a threat has subsided, but rather a heightened state of alertness, a feeling of being on edge, as if the entire world is suspended in anticipation. Even after the doors were securely shut behind me, the pervasive stillness remained.I leaned my back against the cool stone and closed my eyes, drawing in a slow breath.My lungs obeyed. My heart did too. Everything inside me felt… clear.That was what unsettled me the most.There was no shaking in my hands now, no lingering weakness in my legs. The exhaustion that should have followed something like that never arrived. Instead, warmth coiled beneath my skin, steady and contained, as if the power had simply folded itself inward to wait.I moved away from the door and proceeded across the chamber. The air gracefully yielded around me, with an unexpected smoothness, and as I paused at the room's core, the sensation intensified. It was not

EVELARAI returned to the palace well after the light had begun to fade, and the healer’s dwelling was still clinging to me in ways I could not name.Her words did not merely echo, but carried a profound weight, settling deeper with each step and impressing themselves upon thoughts in ways previously unimaginable.‘You are remembering something your body was taught to forget.’I had not expected clarity when I left her. I had not even hoped for answers. What I only hoped for was— a simple hint. Something, anything that would give me clarity about my suspicions.And yet something had shifted, quietly and irrevocably, as though a sealed door inside me had been loosened just enough to let pressure seep through.The palace welcomed me back immediately...Corridors recognized my presence, lights softened along my path, and wards adjusted themselves with an ease that had once felt reassuring.The sensation was now quite pronounced, almost overwhelming. It was an attentiveness that felt somew

EVELARAThe atmosphere in the hall became tense the moment Vladimir Virek entered.At first, there was no dramatic flair. No thunderous sound. No violent surge of magic. It was only a subtle tightening, as though the room itself had drawn a cautious breath and decided not to release it.I stood frozen within the memory, watching as my parents straightened instinctively. The Queen of Lunareeth did not step forward to greet him. My mother’s posture was rigid, her chin lifted in a way that spoke not of welcome, but of restrained fury. Behind her, the courtiers shifted uneasily, sensing danger long before they could understand its shape.Vladimir Virek, however, flashed a smile.It was not a pleasant expression. There was no warmth in it, no civility. It was the smile of a man who believed the outcome had already been decided. It was cold, and merciless.“You received my message,” he said calmly, as though he had come to discuss trade rather than fate.“I received your audacity. Yes.” My m