บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Rejected Mate : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Ava’s POVThe first Council session since I became a councillor taught me an important lesson.Politics was even worse than war.In the battle at least you were aware of who was going to harm you.But in the Council chambers it was different.Everyone smiled.Everyone spoke politely.All individuals communicated in a respectful way.But somehow it seemed a lot more dangerous.When I got there on that morning, the room was already full.Council members took a seat around the long round table to read reports and discussion notes.Chamber soft-spoken with conversations.Nothing unusual.Nothing openly hostile.But, I felt it right away.The difference.The hesitation.The awareness.They all knew me, each and every one of them.Not Ava Grey.Not just a Council member.The bonded mate of the Lycan King.The woman who was linked to the network.The woman who, for all intents and purposes, does not exist in half of the old political set-up.I settled down in my place, anyway.There was a li

Ava's POVThe archives' halls were silent.They usually were.Despite the mountains being busier than it had been in months, the archives somehow managed to escape the busy mountain.No noise could be heard inside.The laughter.The conversations.The constant changes in Valley Creek.Here was not a bit of it but only sunlight, dust and paper.I was strolling along the shelves slowly.I felt the faintest of buzzes in the network beneath me.Ninety-two threads.Comfortable.Familiar.Life moving forward.Kael was debating with Petra in some way related to her research, somewhere down the mountain.I had the feeling that she was getting irritated.His excitement.Nothing unusual there.I felt like smiling at the thought.After that, I came into the main archive room.Cassian was right where I thought he'd be.Sitting on a long wooden table.Surrounded by documents.Again.A few things remained the same.The sun beamed down on the page spread before him. Piles of reports were neatly sort

Ava's POVThe first thing that he found out was that the shelf was empty.I ran into it in passing.I had been using the archive levels for a few months now. Council work got me into the records more than I would have liked, and eventually I lost interest in the seemingly endless rows of shelves.One morning when I was searching for a transport report, I passed by Cassian's usual work area.And stopped.An entire shelf was empty.Not completely empty.Just noticeably thinner.The type of change which people would not recognise.But Cassian wasn't like most people.I wasn't either.I stood there for a while, just looking at it.Then glimpsed his desk.Three boxes of storage were neatly beside it.Organized.Labeled.Ready.The thought came to him slyly.Cassian was leaving.Not today.Maybe not tomorrow.But soon.I didn't expect this to come as a shock to me.Yet somehow it did.As I turned through the pages, the network seemed to glide through me, under my consciousness, before I rea

Ava's PovIt was a quiet summer for Valley Creek.But not with stormy weather.Not at high temperatures.Just gradual change.Snow moved farther up the mountains. Lower paths were lined with wildflowers. The breeze rustled through the trees, making the air lighter.This mountain was breathing new life.Less tension.Less waiting.More life.It was just after dawn and I was standing in the courtyard, below, watching the wolves walk through the main road.I felt a gentle feeling of the network, soothingly under my awareness.Ninety-two threads.Familiar.Steady.Home.Near the bottom floor, Tara was attempting to convince Caen of the need for sleep.Caen disagreed.Strongly.Petra was cracking up.Kael was trying to study infant behaviors once more.Nothing unusual there.The idea brought a smile to my face.So I turned my focus to the road.Towards the figure standing next to a saddled horse.Cassian.The sun was shining in the morning, highlighting the stone walls around the main gate

Ava's PovThe research area appeared to be a mess.An organized disaster.But still a disaster.Papers were spread over nearly all surfaces.Tables.Shelves.Window ledges.Entire stacks were balanced, likely in violation of multiple safety tenets, and at the very least in violation of one law of physics.The mountain was now in full autumn.The windows were slightly open and cold air moved through them. Outside the ways went the golden leaves. The archive was one of the busiest places within Valley Creek.And this room was still the worst.I walked around a column of papers which seemed to be in danger of falling over with one elbow.I didn't make a lot of noise but I think I heard Kael snort when I came in.Which wasn't surprising.He was standing at a table strewn with mathematical proofs, notes, diagrams and corrections to make a second archive of his own.His hair was in a bad condition.A remarkable achievement.Petra was by his side, making some notes on one of the pages. Petra