《The Three Alphas’ Rejected Mate》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Rebecca’s POVEverything was happening at once. And now a war was brewing….because of me.How did I get here? I asked myself.The loud bang brought me out of my thoughts.The Night Moon warriors charged forward with snarls, ripping, eyes glowing violently in the dim hallway to give a little light to the building, from the colour in their eyes. Matthew moved from his position first. He didn’t hesitate.One second, he was standing beside me, the next, he was slamming into the nearest attacker with a roar so deep it shook through my chest. His roar made my body move in a way I could not explain. His body shifted halfway mid-motion, muscles expanding, claws tearing out as he drove the warrior he came in contact with, straight into the wall.The crack that followed made me still for a moment.Ezekiel fought differently. Calmer. Controlled.But somehow, just as terrifying as his brother.He dodged a strike at the last second, grabbed the warrior’s arm, and twisted hard enough for a sicken

Rebecca’s POVI was breathing very fast. The three men in the room with me were silent, but I could hear their hearts beating fast. We barely had time to recover.The explosion had shaken the entire hallway, leaving dust falling through tiny holes in the ceiling like smoke. Somewhere in the distance, more shouting echoed through the mansion. Not again, I thought to myself. Matthew grabbed my hand immediately.“Move,” he snapped. “Now.”He sounded harsh for someone who just looked at me with passion.There wasn’t even time to argue.My legs still felt weak as he pulled me forward, but adrenaline forced my body to keep moving.Everything hurt. My shoulder still burned from the mark, my skin tingled from their touch, and every time I accidentally looked at one of them, heat rushed straight back into my face.My goodness! I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. Matthew’s mouth on mine. Ezekiel’s hands.Tyler’s breath against my neck. I swallowed hard and looked away q

Ezekiel’s POV There had been less violence outside. But there was nothing done with finality. This was far from being over. The blood, smoke, and charred wood remained in the air, while growls somewhere deeper in the mansion spoke of the fact that it was far from being over. I leaned against the broken doorframe, listening intently. Matthew walked around me restlessly, still with claws out. His face would tense up once in a while, as if he wanted to charge back into action. Tyler stuck close to Rebecca. Too close, probably. No one had any energy left to complain anymore. "And Rebecca…" I felt myself looking at her again. Rebecca was seated against the stone wall, gasping erratically, almost out of breath, with red-gold tendrils of hair clinging to her forehead. Her scar continued to burn faintly under the tattered material of her blouse, throbbing once every few seconds as if it had taken on a life of its own. She needed a new pair of clothes, I thought to myself. But w

Rebecca’s POVFinally, we discovered a space that was almost safe.Almost.It was a tiny storeroom hidden away deep in the mansion, enclosed by solid stone walls save for one wooden door protecting us from the pandemonium beyond.For now, at least, this would be enough.I slumped down against the far wall, feeling the tiredness weigh heavily on me. The mark burned faintly on my shoulder, but it didn’t sting; rather, it felt pleasantly warm under my shirt.This was at least one good thing.Sadly, however, my mind couldn’t stop itself from racing.

Kael’s POVThe mansion smelled like smoke, blood, and wet stone.Not exactly comforting.I adjusted the strap of the supply bag on my shoulder as I moved through the dim corridor, stepping around shattered debris and streaks of dried blood along the floor.Somewhere deeper inside the estate, wolves were still fighting.You could hear it constantly.Distant growls.Crashing walls.Occasional screams.The whole place felt like it was slowly collapsing around us.And somehow, my job still involved carrying water and bandages through hallways like this was an ordinary night.I almost laughed at the thought.My name’s Kael.Delta warrior.Twenty-six years old.Born in the outer rings of the pack to a blacksmith father who died defending the southern borders when I was thirteen.I joined the guard young.Partly because I was angry.Mostly because I was good at surviving.People said I smiled too much for someone raised around war.Maybe they were right.But smiling made people relax.And so