All Chapters of The Three Alphas’ Rejected Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rebecca's POVThe rain had finally reduced to a cold drizzle again, but the mountain pass behind us still looked like a battlefield abandoned by the gods. I felt a little happiness that we left the mountain pass and were on our way out now. It was one thing after the other. Broken weapons were all around among the rocks. Blood mixed with mud and rainwater was on some of the path. Fallen bodies had already started fading beneath the fog, swallowed by the mountain as if they had never existed at one point in time.I was standing at the edge of a small clearing, trying to catch my breath. Every part of me was hurting. My cloak sticked to my skin. My boots were soaked with water and made funny sounds when I stepped on a shallow land. But none of that was what bothered me right now. My father's voice still echoed inside my head.They'll erase you too.I took my hand to my shoulder where the mark was and felt it was warm. It was pulsing steadily.Not painful, like the rest of my body. A

Kael's POV The world had now gone quiet. Too quiet. Not the rain. Not the wind. Not the distant sound of thunder making rough noise through the mountains. Everything else. The battle was over. The shouting had stopped. All that remained was the sound of rain hitting the stone. And Mira's body in my arms. I sat in the mud where she had fallen, just still there and unable to move. Unable to think. Unable to accept what was in front of my eyes. Her head was against my chest. Her hair was still wet and dropped to her face. Her skin was pale now, almost peaceful. Too peaceful for me to imagine. The wound in her chest stared back at me. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I pressed them against the blood-soaked fabric anyway, as if pressure could undo what already happened. As if enough determination could force her heart to start beating again. As if love alone could bring someone back. "Mira..." The name barely came out of my throat. It sounded broken and wrong. I swallowed

Rebecca's POVIt felt like the ravine was never-ending.A gray mist swirled amidst the looming walls of rock, obscuring depth and making everything blend into shadows. Water dripped down rocky faces scarred with the brutal imagery of the Erased.Every carving felt like an eye.Watching.Waiting.Judging.I kept moving.One step after another. That's all I can do anymore. The sadness weighed far too heavy within me for anything more than that. Her face kept appearing before me in all quiet moments.Her smile. Her bravery. Her kindness before everything went down the drain. And then Kael’s voice. His broken cry as she passed away. I closed my eyes briefly. Not here. I could not escape this memory. Tyler walked by my side, attempting to disguise the agony coming from his reopened wound.Matthew strode ahead, with hands tightly clenched and stiffened shoulders.Ezekiel remained vigilant but looked tired.And Kael...My eyes drifted behind us again.Nothing.Just fog.Just silence.I hate

Rohan's POVThe healing wing was smelling of blood, herbs as usual, but there was more silence and grief this time around. For days, the scent had lingered in the air, finding it's ways into the stone walls and settling over everyone. No matter how many windows were opened or how many healing herbs were burned, nothing seemed capable of driving the grief away.Too many people had been wounded. Too many people lost their lives. And lately, hope felt like another casualty.I lay on my cot staring at the ceiling above me, trying to ignore the constant pain in my side. The wound I had received during the fight with Garrick's lieutenant had reopened more than once, and every movement reminded me of the scenario again.The healers called me a lucky man. I didn't feel lucky. I had killed one of Garrick's most trusted men.People called it a victory. But victories weren't supposed to feel this empty, was it?Beside me, Lira carefully changed the bandages wrapped around my ribs. Her hands were

Rebecca's POVThe vision refused to leave me. Hours had passed since the mark showed me my father, yet his face remained in my thoughts.Not the corruption, not the dark veins crawling beneath his skin.The smile.That was what haunted me. The way he had looked at Jeremy, the way he had laughed.The way he had said "Good."I stumbled over a stone in my front and quickly caught myself. The ravine still went endlessly ahead of us, its walls getting narrow with every mile. Wet rock in from both sides, standing above like prison bars. Thick fog made way through the passage, consuming distance and turning everything beyond a few yards into gray shadows.My father had looked happy. The thought made my stomach twist.No.Not happy.Wrong.Like someone wearing his face.I pressed a hand against the mark beneath my shirt. It remained silent,no visions, no warnings. Only waiting.Tyler coughed beside me. The sound immediately pulled me from my thoughts.I looked over.His face had gone pale be