All Chapters of The Three Alphas’ Rejected Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Rebecca's POV We stopped an hour before full dark, not because Matthew wanted to, but because even his stubbornness couldn't out-argue five exhausted horses and a man who'd nearly fallen out of his saddle twice more since noon. Tyler brought down a pair of grouse before the light failed completely, moving through the brush with the quiet efficiency his wolf always carried into a hunt. Ezekiel got the fire going faster than usual, like he needed something to do with his hands as much as the rest of us needed the warmth. Nobody said much while the birds cooked. That kind of silence had become familiar to me by now — not empty, just full of things nobody had found the words for yet. Kael sat closest to the flames, wrapped in a blanket Matthew had all but forced on him, color slowly returning to his face with every hour off the horse. He caught me watching him and managed a small, tired smile. "I'm not going to fall over again." "You said that this afternoon too." "I meant it more

Rebecca's POV We rode in near silence the morning after the fire, the warmth of the night before burned down to something quieter, heavier, the way ash settles once flame has finished with it. I kept thinking about the map. Not the letter, not the village, not even the Elder's death, though all of that sat in me too, taking up whatever room grief could find. I kept thinking about the first time we heard the rumours, the hundreds of pointers, my own mark answering with a heartbeat when a second point of light had flared to life somewhere far across. There are more... I'd said it out loud, back then, half in wonder. I hadn't understood, standing in that chamber, that I was looking at someone real. Someone who might already have been alone and afraid, long before Kael ever carved a marker into a tree. I'd wanted to go after her once. Before the shrine took the choice out of my hands, before Emily's path became the only path in front of me, some small stubborn part of me h

Rebecca's POV Rohan never got his sentence out. A voice cut across the drive before he could—clipped, unbothered by whatever he'd been about to say. "Save it, Rohan. This isn't yours to deliver." Sedric. Older, broad through the shoulders, one of the Betas who I remembered as Rohan’s friend before we left. He stepped past him now with the particular satisfaction of a man reclaiming ground. "Alpha. There's news. Rohan's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue. I watched something in him fold back down small, the private thing he'd run down here to say swallowed before it ever reached air. Sedric delivered it plainly, the way you deliver something you've been waiting for the chance to say. Deserters had arrived from Garrick's mountain village days ago—a healer woman leading them—with the full story: Garrick's takeover, and then his abandonment of the very people he'd taken it from. And then, almost as an afterthought, the detail that made the ground under it shift: the graves at tha

Garrick's POV The road south had a way of making a man count his decisions out loud, even when there was no one to hear it. I'd left three men and a lieutenant I trusted more than I trusted myself holding the mountain, promised my return, and every mile south felt like a debt accumulating against that promise. I didn't fully understand yet what I was riding toward. I understood even less why it mattered to me as much as it did. The bell mythology had followed us the whole way, the way local superstition tended to travel faster than actual news. The third ring means the debt has come due. I'd heard it first as a joke, some old woman's warning to keep children from playing near the burial ground after dark. I didn't find it funny anymore, not since the graves had started emptying themselves from the inside. I glanced at Selene, riding a length ahead, murmuring something over her own open palm the way she'd taken to doing more and more since we'd crossed the second border.

Rebecca's POVEzekiel was still standing exactly where I'd left him when we came back through the door, hours later, the cold still clinging to us. He hadn't moved to the window. Hadn't paced, the way Matthew would have. He'd simply stood, arms folded, waiting with the kind of stillness that looked like patience to anyone who didn't know him well enough to see through it.I knew him well enough."Well?" he asked, before I'd even shut the door behind me."Nothing there," I said. "Earth pushed out, not dug. No tracks. No—" I stopped myself before I said body, because I could see already that he didn't need the word to understand what I'd almost reached for.Something moved behind his eyes, quick and controlled, gone almost before I caught it. "Pushed outward," he repeated. "That's consistent with the mountain village reports. If the mechanism is the same, we should be looking at soil displacement patterns rather than—""Ezekiel."He kept going, quieter now, more to himself t