All Chapters of REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS ENEMY: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. The ruined chamber seemed to freeze around a single impossible sentence. I'm your mother. Althea stared at the woman. Her mind refused to process it. Refused to accept it. Refused to believe it. Because believing it meant accepting that everything she had been told was wrong. That everyone had lied. Again. The woman—Evelyn—stood motionless. Not approaching. Not reaching for her. Simply waiting. As though she understood that some distances could not be crossed in a single step. Varis looked like he had seen a ghost. Perhaps he had. "You died." His voice was barely audible. "I watched you die." Evelyn's eyes shifted toward him. Pain flashed across her face. "I know." "No." Varis shook his head violently. "You don't understand." For the first time since Althea had known him, his composure shattered completely. "I buried you." The chamber fell silent again. Even the Sovereign wolves remained still. Watching. Waiting. Evelyn l

For the first time in days, Nightfall was quiet.Not peaceful.Never peaceful.Just quiet.The howls had faded.The battle had ended.The surviving corrupted wolves had withdrawn with the First King’s forces, leaving behind a city struggling to stand.Smoke drifted above shattered rooftops.Healers moved through crowded streets.Families searched for missing loved ones.Warriors carried the dead toward the eastern terraces where temporary funeral grounds had been established.The cost of victory—or whatever this had been—was impossible to ignore.Althea stood on one of Nightfall’s damaged balconies overlooking the city.She hadn’t realized how exhausted she was until the fighting stopped.The silence left room for thoughts.And thoughts were often harder to face than enemies.Behind her, footsteps approached.She already knew who it was.Lucien.He stopped beside her.For a while neither spoke.The city below provided enough noise to fill the silence.Children crying.Workers clearing

Nightfall was quieter than it had been in weeks. Not because the damage had been repaired. Far from it. The city still carried the scars of war. Collapsed towers stood beside functioning streets. Healers still worked through the night. Funeral fires still burned along the eastern cliffs. Yet beneath the grief, life had begun moving again. And that was enough. For now. Althea stood atop one of Nightfall’s watchtowers, staring toward the distant forests. Somewhere beyond those mountains was Blackwood. Lucien had been gone for three days. The counterpart bond remained steady, but she found herself glancing toward the horizon more often than she wanted to admit. A familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. “You inherited that from him.” Althea turned. Evelyn stood nearby. Alone. No Sovereign guards. No attendants. Just her. Althea sighed. “Who?” Evelyn smiled faintly. “Your father.” That answer immediately caught Althea’s attention. She hadn’t had enough time to p

The storm lasted until dawn.By morning, Nightfall's cliffs were hidden beneath thick layers of mist.The city felt quieter than usual.Not because people were sleeping.Nobody was sleeping.Word had already begun spreading among Nightfall's leaders.The First King had changed direction.Moonfall Basin was still important.But it was no longer his immediate destination.He was searching for the First Path.And according to Evelyn and Varis, that was far worse.Althea sat inside the war chamber overlooking the city.Maps covered nearly every table.Scouts moved in and out constantly.Messengers arrived every hour.For the first time since arriving at Nightfall, the war felt larger than one city.Larger than one territory.It was becoming continental.And everyone knew it.Around the central table sat the people who now carried the burden of deciding what came next.Evelyn.Varis.The Guardian.Ronan.Seraphine.Several Sovereign representatives.The room was noticeably missing one pers

The war chamber remained silent long after the messenger finished speaking.No one rushed to fill the quiet.No one argued.Because everyone understood what the Guardian's reaction meant.This wasn't another attack.It wasn't another territory falling.It wasn't another political crisis.Something older was happening.Something that predated the Council.Predated the Great Houses.Perhaps even predated the wolves themselves.The Guardian slowly lowered himself into a chair.For the first time since Althea had met him, he looked shaken.Not concerned.Not wary.Shaken.That frightened her more than anything he could have said.Evelyn was the first to recover."How much time do we have?"The messenger shook his head."We don't know."Not a useful answer.But probably the only honest one.The Guardian rubbed a hand across his face."The First Path doesn't remain open forever."Everyone turned toward him.He stared at the maps.Lost in memories centuries older than any of them."When it a