All Chapters of The Alpha King's Rejected Mate : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

LIORAWaking up felt like punishment.Pain sat heavy behind my eyes, deep and unrelenting. My mouth tasted dry and bitter, like something rotten had been left there overnight. Even breathing made my head throb. That alone explained why drinking an entire twelve-pack by myself had been a terrible choice.Eyelids tried to lift, then dropped again. They felt too heavy to obey. When they finally opened, the room swayed. Sitting up happened too fast, and memories slammed into me before I could brace for them.The reason for the drinking.The reason for everything.My head screamed in protest. A low groan slipped out as I fell back onto the mattress, staring up at the ceiling while shame and pain settled into my chest.Darius had humiliated me. Not quietly. Not privately. He had done it in front of the entire pack. He had arrived at our mating ceremony with another woman on his arm.Not just any gathering. That ceremony. The one meant for us.Anger had burned hot at first. It had carried me

LIORA“What the hell is Kael doing here?”The question landed hard and stayed there, pressing against my thoughts. It felt unreal, like the room had shifted without warning.Eyes lifted, and his gaze caught mine.Memories from last night rushed in, sharp and uninvited. The sound of his laugh stood out most. Low. Rough. Honest. It had surprised me, pulled something loose in my chest. I remembered leaning closer just to hear it again, like it mattered.That man did not exist this morning.The one standing inside The Midnight Brew was controlled and distant. No humor. No softness. He moved like someone used to being watched, dressed in a charcoal-gray suit that looked expensive and exact. Everything about him was sharp. Last night, he had been dressed in black. Loose shirt. Relaxed shoulders. A presence that felt dangerous because he did not seem to care.A quiet breath slipped out.Drunk me clearly could not be trusted. That much was painfully clear now.“Oh shit.”“Good morning, sir. W

LIORAHe stayed on my mind more than I wanted to admit.Not the man who had walked away from me and shattered everything. Not him. This was about the quiet, brooding stranger who had stepped into my life and unsettled it without trying.Kael had been stuck in my thoughts since the day he showed up at The Midnight Brew. Just like I expected, he never came back. Still, curiosity refused to let go. A quick search online confirmed he was exactly who Johnny claimed he was. There was not much about his private life, but that did not stop me from reading every article I could find. I scrolled, clicked, reread, and searched again, hoping to find something personal. Something human.“Liora, we are closing up. Do you need a ride home?”Derick’s voice cut through my thoughts. Panic hit fast as I locked my phone and slid it into my pocket. No way was he finding out about this sudden fixation. The man loved gossip far too much.“Is it seven already?” came out of my mouth as I glanced at the wall c

LIORAIt was starting to feel like there was no lowest point for me. Every day proved that I could sink further than before. That realization settled heavy in my chest.Maybe this was some kind of quarter-life breakdown. Maybe that was all it was.Before my eyes even opened, awareness crept in. This was not my bed. The air felt different. The room was quiet in a careful way. When my eyes finally opened, the curtains were pulled shut, and the lights were dim. That small detail felt deliberate. Kael must have done it.A clock hung on the wall, shaped like a compass. Strange choice. Not that I was in a place to judge anyone right now.The time showed a little past midnight. I was awake. I was breathing. That meant Kael had been right about entering the territory safely. Unless he hadn't lied but also hadn't told the full truth. He never did confirm that he belonged to the Obsidian Night Pack. He had avoided that question completely.Sitting up slowly, a hand dragged down my face. He must

LIORAWas he about to kiss me, or end me?No clear answer showed itself. Every second stretched thin, heavy with tension he made no effort to ease. Fear pressed close, sharp and alive. Death felt possible. Too possible. Yet the space between us felt charged, tight enough to steal air from my lungs.And still, his scent pulled at me.Nothing artificial. No cologne. Just warmth, skin, danger. The urge came fast and made no sense. A reckless need to lean in, hide my face in the curve of his neck, breathe him in until the world faded. Lips wanted to follow instinct, wanted to forget reason and land where they did not belong.Pull yourself together, Liora.Kael’s finger moved along my cheek, slow, deliberate. His thumb brushed my lower lip and paused there. The touch forced a sharp breath from my chest before I could stop it.“Did you know,” he said, voice calm and even, “that I’ve been following you home for the past three days?”He said it like it meant nothing. Like he was sharing a har