All Chapters of The Three Alphas’ Rejected Mate: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kael's POV I still knelt down at the spot where the child's tiny footprint had disappeared. The earth looked untouched again, as though nobody had ever passed there. I ran my fingers across the damp soil one last time. Nothing. No print. No lingering scent. No trace that anyone had been there besides me. So, I rose to my feet slowly. My eyes quickly went across the clearing instead of the ground. Whoever—or whatever—had left that footprint hadn't wanted me staring at the earth. Realising that, I looked up. The forest wasn't silent. It was...Watching.My wolf shifted uneasily inside me. *Something isn't hunting us.* *It's leading us.* I almost argued with him. Instead of searching for the trail I'd lost, I began studying everything else. Hours passed. Most hunters searched for footprints. The best hunters searched for what footprints disturbed. Whoever had hidden Rebecca had erased every obvious sign. Footprints, scents and even broken branches. Yet, forests remembered diffe

Rebecca's POV The little girl walked ahead of us without looking back once. She wasn't fast. If anything, her steps were small, almost playful. Yet no matter how quickly we followed, the distance between us never changed. It remained exactly the same. The Forgotten City changed around us instead. Flowers made their way through small cracks in ancient stone where there had been nothing moments before. Dry fountains filled themselves with clear water. Lanterns on some of the buildings lit up as she walked past them. It felt less like we were exploring the city... And more like the city was waking up to greet her. Ezekiel walked quietly beside me, stopping every few moments to look at carvings hidden under ivy or sketch unfamiliar symbols into his notebook. Matthew remained several steps ahead, his eyes constantly searching rooftops and alleyways as we walked by. Tyler said nothing. His wolf had become strangely peaceful. The tension that had followed him since we entered the ci

Rebecca's POV The mountain path went downward under our feet. With every step, the air changed. The cold stillness surrounding the Forgotten City gave way to something warmer. The breeze carried unfamiliar scents—fresh herbs, wood smoke, blooming flowers, and something else I couldn't quite name. Life. When the trees finally parted, I stopped walking. In between towering cliffs lay a village unlike anything I had ever seen. It wasn't a werewolf pack. It wasn't a witches' settlement. It was both. Wooden homes built naturally to the mountainside, connected by rope bridges that stretched from one cliff to another. Clear streams flowed through the center of the village, moving under carved stone before disappearing into the forest below. Children raced across the bridges as though they had never known fear. One little boy laughed as dark claws briefly appeared on his hands before disappearing again. Beside him, a young girl held out both palms, laughing as tiny blue flames moved b

Chapter 127 Rebecca's POV I closed the bedroom door behind me. Not all the way. Just enough to keep the voices outside from becoming more than soft murmurs, the letter still rested in my hands. My fingers lingered over the folded paper for a little bit. I had faced monsters without trembling. I had walked through the Forgotten City. I had stood beneath ancient bells that remembered the world itself. Yet this... This frightened me more than any of it, because anything within the pages must have been written by someone who had loved me before I could remember her. I sat gently on the edge of the bed, the mattress sunk under my weight. I thought, for one impossible second, that she had written this letter while sitting right there on the bed. My hands trembled as I unfolded the letter. The handwriting met my eyes first. Gentle and elegant. The same handwriting that filled the margins of her books, the same handwriting under the portrait. My eyes found the first words. My Little

Elias' POV I opened my eyes to the familiar ache crawling under my skin. The corruption had spread farther up my arm during the night. Black veins ran on the top of my skin, looking irritating to me even. My body had grown weaker with each passing day. Yet...something was different. The pain wasn't gone, but it had eased. I closed my eyes, drawing a slow breath. Rebecca. I didn't know where she was. I didn't know what she had found, but somehow, I knew she was alive. And somehow... She had taken another step toward the truth. A quiet laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "You're doing it..." The heavy iron door groaned open. I didn't need to look up. Only one person entered my cell without making unnecessary noise. Jeremy. His footsteps echoed across the stone floor in easy steps, before stopping a few paces away. "You seem happier than usual," he observed. I opened my eyes. "You noticed." "I notice everything." His voice was calm, almost conversational, but