All Chapters of The Three Alphas’ Rejected Mate: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Rohan’s POV I found Sedric where he always was these days — near the gate, close enough to the fighting he wasn't allowed to join that it had to feel like a punishment shaped just for him. "You could have said it to my face," I told him. "Whatever's underneath all this. Instead of letting it leak out sideways every chance you get." He looked at me for a long moment before he answered, and when he did, there wasn't the usual sharpness in it — just something tired and old. "You got the command," he said. "You got her." A nod, not quite toward the mansion, more toward the whole shape of the life I'd built without meaning to build it in front of him. "I trained beside you for six years, Rohan. I watched you get chosen for things I wanted just as badly and never once got asked about." "That's not the same as me taking them from you." "Isn't it?" He said it without heat, which somehow made it land harder than if he'd shouted it. "Doesn't matter how it happened. Matters that it did."

Jeremy's POV The hut was empty. Not just empty — cut open, the wall breached from the inside, rope severed and left in pieces on the floor like an insult aimed specifically at me. "Explain this," I said to the witch, and I didn't bother softening the edge in it. She knelt by the cut rope, fingers hovering over it without touching. "The binding held. I felt it hold, right up until it didn't." "That's not an explanation. That's a confession you don't understand your own work." She looked up at me, and for the first time since I'd taken her on, I saw something in her face that wasn't composed certainty. Fear, maybe. Or the beginning of it. "Something helped her," she said. "The marked girl. Her power reached farther than it should have been able to reach, bound the way she was. That's not a failure of my binding, my king. That's something using her binding against itself." I didn't have patience left for riddles. I turned from her and went to find the scout who'd been watching the

Rohan's POV The rider reached us before dawn fully broke, horse blown hard, his voice cracking with how fast he'd pushed to get here."An army," he managed, between breaths. "Moving from the south. Large — larger than anything we've faced. Garrick and the others in the group spotted it before it went quiet, deliberately quiet, like someone ordered it hidden. They sent me here immediately."I felt the weight of that settle into my chest before I'd even finished processing the words. We'd known this was coming, in the abstract, the way you know winter is coming without truly feeling the cold until it arrives. This was the cold arriving.I called the pack together in the courtyard within the hour, because they deserved to hear it from me directly rather than through rumor working its way down from the gate the way most bad news traveled here lately."Jeremy's moving," I told them, and I made myself hold their eyes while I said it, one section of the crowd at a time. "A real force

Sedric's POV The first wave hit the ridge like a wall of sound and weight all at once, and for a moment everything reduced to the simple, ancient arithmetic of staying alive — move, block, counter, move again.I'd trained for this my whole life. I'd somehow, in all that training, forgotten how loud it actually was.Rohan was three steps to my left, moving the way I remembered him moving years ago, before rank and resentment and all the small ugly things I'd let grow between us had made me forget who he actually was in a fight — fast, deliberate, never wasting anything. I caught myself covering his flank without being asked, the old reflex coming back before I'd consciously called for it, and realized with something approaching surprise that it still felt natural. That it had always felt natural. That the years of bitterness I'd spent convincing myself otherwise hadn't actually killed the instinct, just buried it under things I'd chosen to feel instead.We held the left flank longer t

Selene's POV The second hour of the battle was worse than the first in the way second hours always are — not because the fear gets bigger, but because the body starts telling the truth about how tired it is and you have to decide whether to listen.I didn't listen. I fought.My power had been answering better than it had in months — something coming back into it that I hadn't realized had been missing until it returned. I understood why, distantly, the way you understand things in the middle of a battle without being able to stop and examine them properly. Somewhere far from this field, in a clearing I couldn't see, Mae's magic was thinning. And as it thinned, Rebecca's grew — and through the bond I'd formed with Rebecca during those long healing sessions, through the thread of magic that had passed between us when I'd helped bring her back from the coma, I could feel her power moving like a tide coming in. It made me stronger. It made the witches beside me stronger.