All Chapters of The Alpha King's Rejected Mate : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LIORAIf this were a movie, this would be the moment where the lead actress lay in a bathtub, a glass of wine balanced on the edge, rose candles glowing around her while she drifted through her thoughts.But this was not a movie. Even if it were, I would never be the lead. That role belonged to Vireya. Strong. Beautiful. The kind of woman every girl wanted to become and every man wanted to touch.No one wanted to be me. Not even me.The mirror caught my attention. Red marks stood out against my neck, angry and uneven. It was hard to tell how much of it came from the attack earlier and how much came from scrubbing my skin raw in the shower. A foolish part of me had hoped I could rub the memory away. The grip. The pressure. Fingers where they never should have been.Kael needed someone stronger beside him. Someone who would not end up pinned to a wall, gasping for air.The mirror was left behind as I stepped out of the bathroom. Vireya had been right about many things. None of them were

KAELThe white pages in front of me lost their shape, the lines bleeding into each other until they meant nothing. Focus slipped through my fingers.That was bad.No, worse than bad. This did not happen to me.Work had always been simple. Numbers, reports, orders. They obeyed structure. Today, nothing stayed still. Ever since I had claimed my mate, my thoughts refused to line up. The irritation deepened because this had nothing to do with my wolf. He was calm enough. This restlessness came from me.Morning had been the start of it. The moment my eyes opened, her scent filled the room. Sweet. Rosy. Familiar now in a way that made my chest tighten. It ran through my blood and woke something sharp and demanding. My mouth had found her neck before I was fully aware. Her quiet sounds, the way her body softened under my hands, all of it went straight to my cock. She had been warm, pliant, responding without hesitation. I had taken her easily, sinking into her until thought disappeared and

LIORANo one tells you what to do when you fall in love with a psycho.There were probably documentaries somewhere that warned people to run. To get away fast and never look back. That advice only worked when running was an option. For me, it was not.Mates.The truth settled slowly and then all at once. I was mated to the Night Alpha. Kael. The weight of it felt unreal, almost dull. There was no rush of joy. No sweep of romance. The whole thing felt smaller than I had imagined, like something important had happened offstage while I wasn’t looking.The mating process had always lived in my head as something beautiful. A perfect ceremony. Two shifters choosing each other in front of everyone. Love made visible. What I got instead was quiet, confusion, and a knot in my chest that would not ease.This was not how it was supposed to feel.Why would Kael mate me if he did not love me?A hand lifted to my throat without thinking. Fingers brushed the skin again, searching. The mark was still

LIORAZombie.That was the only word that came close. It clung to me, heavy and dull.When Kane had tried to wipe me out, he said I was neither shifter nor human. Back then, I pushed it aside and called it nonsense. It was easier that way. Easier than sitting with the thought.This morning, it felt less like nonsense. Maybe he had simply chosen the wrong word. Or maybe not.Kael stepped out of the shower, water trailing down his bare skin. The bathroom door stood wide open. He did not seem to care. I had spent the entire time staring at the ceiling and then at him, watching without meaning to stop. His body was solid and familiar now. Strong lines. Inked skin. Rough edges softened by heat and steam. Want stirred, sharp and unwanted. Still, my body stayed sunk into the mattress, heavy and slow.This was new. He usually vanished before I ever woke. Today was different. Sleep never came, so I had been awake when he rose. The clock read five a.m. That explained it. He always left early. N

KAELIt felt like too much to hold.Her emotions kept spilling into me, pressing down until my chest felt tight and every breath came shallow. The sensation lingered, heavy and unwelcome, as if I were breathing her anger instead of air.“Are you okay?” Vireya asked from the passenger seat.My fingers curled harder around the steering wheel.“Just be quiet,” I said. “I need to focus.”“You don’t look fine.” She leaned closer, studying me. Her finger traced the side of my head, slow and familiar. “You’re sweating.”I shifted away when she tried again and sent her a sharp look before returning my eyes to the road. The city lights blurred past, doing nothing to calm the pressure building behind my ribs.“Why are you so angry all of a sudden?” she asked.That was the problem.The anger was not sudden, and it was not mine.Since Liora and I bonded, her emotions crossed into me without warning. They slipped through the bond, raw and unfiltered, changing my mood before I could guard against i