All Chapters of The Alpha's Refusal: Chapter 211 - Chapter 215

Rhys’ POV"Tell me, Jaxon," I growled, my voice a low, vibrating warning that made the surrounding guards recoil into the shadows. "Who gave you the poison? Who told you to strike an Alpha who has saved you?""She didn’t save me, she planned all!" Jaxon shrieked, his voice cracking with a high-pitched, hysterical defiance. Tears finally broke, tracking through the dirt on his pale cheeks. "She’s a prisoner! A stray! I heard the elders talking, they said she was a curse on this house!""Which one?" I tightened my grip, the fury in my chest turning cold and sharp."Everyone!" Jaxon sobbed, kicking his legs in a futile attempt to break free. "Seraphina was supposed to be my mother! She’s the one who held me when you were off fighting your wars! No one replaces her, Father! Not some masked bitch from the North! I did it for us! I did it so she wouldn't have to leave!"The realization washed over me like a wave of nausea. I looked at my son, the boy I had carefully groomed to lead the pack

Rhys’ POVThe dungeon was a tomb of damp stone and old iron, the air thick with the copper tang of blood that had long since soaked into the masonry.I sat in the high-backed ironwood chair, my shadow stretching long and jagged across the wet floor. Marcus, a low-tier scout with hollow cheeks and eyes full of a frantic, cornered light, hung from the silver-shackles. His healing factor was useless against the constant, burning irritation of the silver. He was fading, his breath coming in shallow, wheezing rattles."One last time," I said, my voice dropping to a low, lethal hum. "Who gave you the poison? Who told you exactly when the guards shift in the North Wing?""It... it was just me," Marcus rasped, coughing up a spray of dark fluid. He looked at me with a twisted, defiant pride. "Silas was the true Alpha. You’re just a usurper, Rhys... and that Northern bitch is a plague on this house. I did what had to be done."I didn't believe a word of it. I stood up, the sudden movement makin

Elara’s POVThe cold seeped, starting from my fingertips and winding its way up my spine.I sat anchored to the oak chair, my fingers hooked into the carved armrests as the world began to tilt. Every ragged breath I took felt like it was pulling in shards of dry ice. My vision was starting to fray, the grey stones of the North Wing dissolving into a shimmering, golden haze that felt far too much like a memory.Suddenly, the Citadel was gone.I was back in the meadows, wrapped in a cloak. I could smell the sharp, clean scent of pine and the soft warmth of my mother’s skin. I felt her arms around me, shielding me from the biting wind with a strength that had always felt absolute. Maybe this is how it ends, I thought, a strange, peaceful lethargy settling over my heart. If I just stop fighting, I can finally go back to her.The dream shattered as the door was kicked open.I heard the frantic clatter of boots and the sharp, clinical voice of Hestia cutting through the fog. "The blood won