Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha Rejected His Bride For Me: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

(Kai POV)She said she was sorry, and I looked at the file and then at her and then at the table and I sat with it for a while without answering because I needed a moment where I was not doing anything except breathing, and the office was quiet enough that breathing was possible.Then I set the file down on the chair beside me and looked at her."What are you doing with Ryan?" I said.She looked at her hands on the table."Lena.""It's complicated," she said."You've said that before," I said. "It was not an answer then, and it is not an answer now."She turned one hand over on the table, palm up, and then back down again. She looked at the window. She looked at the closed file on the chair beside me. She was doing the thing she had done in the clearing, the thing she had done in Theo's kitchen, that deliberate interior stillness that was not blankness but the opposite of it, and I had sat across from it enough

(Theo POV)Jake's message came through at dawn, three words on the screen that I read twice standing in the kitchen in my socks with the kettle not yet on and the house still dark.Cole confirmed. Tomorrow.I put the phone face-down on the counter and stood there for a moment with my hands flat on the surface and looked at the window above the sink, the sky outside just beginning to go from black to the dark grey that came before actual light. I picked the phone back up and read it again. Three words. Same three words. I put it in my pocket and filled the kettle and put it on and stood at the stove watching it because I needed something to do with my eyes while the rest of me caught up.The kettle started, and I poured and drank half the cup standing at the counter, and then I put the rest down and went down the hall to Lena's room.I knocked twice on the frame and pushed the door open and said her name, not loud, just enough, and

(Lena POV)"I proposed an arrangement," I said. "Not a formal alliance. Nothing written. I told Ryan the Lowlands Resistance was going to move on the same timeline as Varden regardless of whether Varden acknowledged it or not, and that moving without coordination meant they could end up working against each other and both getting less than either one needed." I kept my eyes on Kai's face. "I told him that if Walter accounted for the Resistance in his planning, if Varden's push on the eastern boundary happened with the understanding that there were wolves on this side of it already moving, then the outcome for both of them was cleaner.""What did he say?" Kai said."He said he would take it to Walter.""And Walter.""Walter did not move his timeline," I said. "He did not send word back through Ryan refusing it either. He just kept the timeline where it was." I paused. "Ryan told me that Walter understood the implications."Ka

(Ryan POV)The silence in the operations room wasn’t empty; it was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against my lungs with every breath. It was 08:40. In twenty minutes, the world was supposed to tilt on its axis.I stood over the primary mapping table, my knuckles white where they gripped the wooden edge. The reports had been coming in with a surgical, terrifying precision since five in the morning. 05:00: Cole’s unit in the north. 06:00: Tyler’s heavy hitters in the ravine. 07:00: Perimeter scouts confirming the approach corridor we had spent two grueling weeks prepping.The coffee in my hand was stone cold. I didn't care. I watched the pins on the map, the little plastic markers of Varden’s future, aligning exactly where they were supposed to be.By eight, we were a coiled spring. Silvercrest was silent. Their boundary lines were a graveyard of activity—exactly as Walter predicted. He had convinced the Council that the Silvercrest leadership was fractured, that they were too bu

(Theo POV) The eastern boundary didn’t look like a battlefield; it looked like a postcard of nowhere.I arrived before the first streak of gray had even cut through the black of the Nasarawa horizon. The air was a sharp, biting cold that felt like needles against my skin, the kind of chill that settles deep in your marrow when you’ve been awake too long. Jake was already there, a dark silhouette against the sagging wire of the fence. His collar was turned up, his shoulders hunched, and a thermos was clutched in his gloved hands like a holy relic.He didn’t turn when he heard my boots crunching on the dry earth. He just extended the thermos. I took it, the metal warm against my palms, and swallowed a mouthful of coffee that tasted like burnt beans and woodsmoke. It was the best thing I’d ever tasted. I handed it back, and we stood there in a silence so thick you could have carved it.Behind us, the Low