All Chapters of The Three Alphas’ Rejected Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rebecca's POVThe wooden door stood open as nobody wanted to cross the threshold.The room beyond us was illuminated by a single lantern lying on a tiny table, throwing its warm, golden rays onto the stone floor, softly. The light seemed very human after several hours of wandering through dark passages.But we didn't move.Matthew positioned himself in front of me, pulling out half of his sword silently. Tyler stood outside of the entrance, muscles rigid, though not having turned his wolf side yet. Even though he had managed to keep his beast under control, I could feel it pacing inside of him.Only Ezekiel seemed to be able to see past all of that. His attention had already drifted beyond the figure inside the room, quietly studying the shelves lining the walls.Then the voice spoke again.“You have kept me waiting longer than I thought you would.”This was not a threat.In fact...It seemed weary when the voice came out. Not the weariness of age, but of waiting far too long.

Rebecca's POV Nobody truly slept. The Caretaker led us to a small chamber in the heart of the Archive before quietly excusing himself without another word. It wasn't a bedroom—not by any modern standard. The walls were smooth stone, worn by centuries instead of weather, and shallow alcoves had been carved into them. Folded blankets were placed neatly inside each one as though someone had arranged them only moments before we arrived. A clay pitcher filled with fresh water was beside a low wooden table, beside it rested a loaf of bread that was still warm. Nothing about the room should have existed. Not here, at least. Not under an abandoned city forgotten by history like this place. Matthew's eyes ran through every corner before reluctantly lowering his sword. Tyler remained near the doorway, his shoulders tense. Ezekiel had already gathered several stone tablets into his lap. As for me... I lay on one of the blankets staring at the ceiling. Sleep never came. The silence refused

Rebecca's POVThe Forgotten City looked different as dawn approached.Not newer.Not brighter.Simply... alive.The silence which we experienced on our arrival was no longer there. Instead, a quiet rhythm took its place – a rhythm which ran through each street and through each stone.It was hard to hear, but it was there, though. The city was alive. I walked out into the square and looked around. Matthew, Ezekiel, and Tyler were all there.None of them saw me at first. Matthew was standing next to an old building, looking at an old wooden door.Now it hung slightly open.He frowned."I tried opening this yesterday."He opened the door with one hand, which turned slowly inwards with a squeak."It wouldn't even budge."His hand reflexively came to rest on the handle of his sword."I don't like cities that can change in an instant."A smile played at my lips regardless."I don't think the city really minds."Matthew glanced back before shaking his head again."No... I don't think i

Rebecca's POV I couldn't stop thinking about the little girl. Did I really see her? Or had I wanted to see someone so badly that the city simply gave my hope a face? The questions followed me long after dawn had come, staying at the back of my mind like a melody I couldn't quite remember. Breakfast passed in unusual silence. The chamber still carried the small scent of ancient stone and dust, yet the bread Ezekiel divided between us was strangely fresh, as though it had been baked that very morning instead of centuries ago. Nothing about this city made sense anymore. Matthew noticed my distraction almost immediately. "You alright?" he asked quietly. I forced a small smile. "Yeah." The lie tasted bitter the moment it left my mouth. Tyler looked up from where he sat. His eyes rested on me for only a second, but that was enough. His wolf had caught it. I knew it had. He didn't call me out. He simply looked away again. Ezekiel, meanwhile, seemed to exist in an entirely diffe

Rebecca's POV We all stood before the ancient stone door. No one said anything. The silence was obvious around us, broken only by the sound of water dropping some distance from us but still within the Forgotten City. Matthew later spoke up and broke the silence. "We're not opening something we know nothing about." His voice was calm, but I knew him well enough to hear what lay beneath it. Fear. Not for himself, but for me. I couldn't take my eyes off the faded handprint on the center of the stone. It looked impossibly old. Time had worn away almost everything around it, yet the handprint itself remained strangely untouched, as though whoever had left it had only just stepped away. It felt... Alive. The Caretaker waited beside us with the patience of someone who had already lived through this moment countless times before. Finally, I removed my eyes away from the door. "What happens if I don't open it?" His answer came without hesitation. "Then it waits another generat