All Chapters of The Alpha's Refusal: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Elara’s POVRhys dragged me. His fingers were a vice around my wrist, the heat of his skin searing through my senses even as my fury turned my blood to ice."Let go of me, you arrogant bastard!" I snarled, digging my heels into the stone floor of the corridor. "Is this how the great Alpha handles the truth? By dragging it away before it ruins his appetite?"Rhys didn't answer. He didn't even look back. His silence was a storm cloud, dark and heavy with the threat of lightning. Every time I tried to wrench my hand free, his grip tightened, his knuckles white with the effort of restraining his own raw power."Rhys! I said let—"In one fluid, violent motion, he stopped. Before I could breathe, he dipped his shoulder and drove it into my stomach. The air left my lungs in a sharp gasp as he hoisted me upward."Put me down!" I thrashed, my fists drumming against the broad, muscular expanse of his back. I was an Alpha, a leader of the frost-bit North, being carried like a sack of grain th

Rhys's POVI descended into the lower tiers with a squad of my personal guard, my blood boiling with a mixture of dread and dark fascination. I stopped at the entrance of the resting quarters. The sight was not what I expected. There was no riot, no bloodbath. Instead, I saw the wolves who had been shadows for years, sitting around fires with bowls of thick, steaming stew. They were eating with a desperate intensity, their eyes following me with a new, dangerous spark of defiance.I looked for the silver of her hair, but she wasn't there. Instead, I saw Hestia, the old healer, moving among the wounded."Where is she?" I demanded, my voice echoing off the damp stone.Hestia didn't even look up as she bandaged a yearling's arm. "She did what you should have done, Alpha Rhys. She gave them back their lives. Now, if you're looking for her, I'd suggest checking your infirmary. She went to find the medicine you were too busy 'politicking' to provide."A cold pit formed in my stomach. I tu

Elara’s POVHe had caged me. He had treated me like a feral cur to be muzzled and tucked away while he went back to his "balance" and his bloodless politics.Son of bitch!!A scream of pure rage tore from my throat.I turned and backhanded the silver tea service on the nightstand. The tray flew across the room, slamming into the stone wall with a violent clang, scattering porcelain shards like shrapnel. I didn't stop there. I grabbed the heavy oak chair and hurled it at the door. It shattered against the wood, a useless gesture of defiance that only fueled the fire in my veins."Let me out, you coward!" I roared, my voice shifting into the guttural rasp of my wolf.I lunged at the door, my claws unsheathing with a painful shink and carving deep, jagged furrows into the reinforced oak. I tore at the wood, splinters embedding themselves under my skin, but I didn't feel the pain. All I felt was the suffocating heat of the Alpha aura he had left behind, a lingering scent of cedar and d

Elara’s POVFor three days, I existed only in the shadows.I had smashed the wall torches on the first night, preferring the honesty of the blackness over the gilded lie of this room. The luxury, the silk hangings, the scented oils, the carved oak, was nothing more than a velvet shroud draped over the iron bolt on the other side of the door.Every few hours, the slot at the base of the door would slide open with a rhythmic, mechanical clink. The scent would follow: roasted venison, thick stews, bread still steaming from the ovens. As a werewolf, my senses were a torment. My stomach cramped so violently it felt like a claw was twisting my vitals, and my mouth watered with a primal, traitorous instinct. But every time I looked at those trays, I didn't see food. I saw bait. It was the meal of a caged pet, meant to keep me quiet while the master decided when I was allowed to breathe again.The hunger didn't make me faint. Instead, it stripped away the noise of the world. By the third nigh

Elara’s POVRhys didn’t wait for my consent. Before I could hurl another insult, he closed the distance and swept me off my feet. One arm hooked firmly behind my knees, the other locking around my waist, pulling me flush against the hard planes of his chest."Put me down!" I snarled, my fists hammering against the thick fur of his mantle. My wolf clawed at the edges of my mind, desperate to tear into the throat of the man who thought he could carry me like a trophy. "I can walk, Rhys! I am not your pet!""You’re a flight risk," Rhys growled, his pace unbroken as he strode out of the wreckage of my room. "And you’re still recovering from a three-day fast. If you try to run, you’ll collapse before you hit the stairs. I’m saving us both the trouble."I struggled, my body arching in a violent attempt to break his hold. "I would rather crawl through the snow than be carried by you!"Rhys stopped in the middle of the corridor, his grip tightening until it was almost painful. He looked down