All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha Who Claimed Me : Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

The wind sliced through the treetops, carrying the bitter scent of ice and smoke. I stood on the northern ridge, overlooking the rogue camp from a distance. Snow fell steadily, covering the ground in a thick blanket that muffled almost every sound, yet somehow made the faint movements in the forest easier to detect.Tarek was beside me, his dark eyes scanning the treeline, alert but calm. Mira crouched slightly, her senses stretched like a taut wire, ears twitching at the slightest rustle. I could feel the tension coiling in the wolves around us. Their bodies pressed close, muscles ready to spring at the first sign of danger. My own wolf beneath my skin thrummed with anticipation, mirroring the restlessness that had been growing inside me all week.“North ridge patrols report movement again,” Tarek murmured, his voice nearly lost to the wind. “Not rogues. Not Red Hollow either.”I narrowed my eyes. “Then who?”The answer didn’t come immediately. The forest seemed almost frozen, every

The forest was eerily silent that night, as though the snow itself had swallowed every sound. Even the wind seemed to hesitate before brushing through the pine branches. I moved slowly along the northern ridge, my boots leaving faint impressions in the frost hardened earth, each step deliberate, measured, and mindful of the wolves patrolling behind me. Tarek followed closely, his eyes scanning the treeline, muscles coiled in readiness, while Mira brought up the rear, her senses sharp, ears twitching at the subtlest disturbances in the snow covered silence.The reports from scouts had grown more urgent over the past two days. Red Hollow had moved with calculated audacity, probing further into neutral territory, seeking weaknesses. Nightfang’s scouts were more aggressive now, their presence deliberate, measuring, and almost mocking in their patience. The tension rippled through the rogue camp, but under my command, the wolves moved with quiet discipline, each aware of their role, their

The forest was still, but the tension thrummed beneath the snow like a living thing. I moved along the ridge above the camp, my boots crunching softly in the frozen undergrowth, eyes scanning the darkened treeline. The snow had grown heavier since nightfall, clinging to every branch, every ridge, masking sound and movement. The rogue camp below was alive with disciplined activity, wolves moving in quiet patterns, signals flashing through subtle gestures, every shift a message. I felt the weight of responsibility settle deeper into my shoulders. Tonight, patience had ended; observation had given us enough insight.Tarek walked silently beside me, eyes sharp, hands lightly resting on the hilt of his dagger. Mira followed behind, her ears twitching, her senses straining. We had watched Red Hollow and Nightfang scouts for days, mapping their routines, predicting their behavior, and calculating the exact moment to act. Every wolf in the camp had been briefed without revealing the full scop