All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lila’s POVTiti didn’t give me a choice.That was the first thing I realized when she held me by my sleeve like I weighed nothing at all and dragged me out of the training quarters the others following behind us.“I said I’m fine,” I muttered for the third time, trying—and failing—to pull my arm free.“You’re wearing the same training gear you’ve had on for three days,” she replied without looking back. “If you show up at the inauguration feast like that, people will assume Nightbane is recruiting wolves from the wilderness with no standards.”“I am from the wilderness.”“That’s not the point.”Fisayo snorted behind us. “Let her go. If she shows up looking like a threat, Kael might actually promote her early out of fear.”“That’s not funny,” I said flatly.“It is a little funny,” Kierian added, catching up beside us with his hands behind his head like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I mean, I’d promote you out of fear.”“I could break your arm,” I replied.He grinned. “See? Growt

Lila’s POVNightbane never really slept but It was something quieter than when i left.The constant pressure I had felt since I stepped into the territory was gone. There was no pull, no awareness and no thread connecting me to him. Just silence.I stood there for a moment in the corridor outside the training grounds letting the silence settle into me.I tested it, waiting for the familiar ache to return... but It didn't.That's good. I exhaled slowly relief washing over me then I steadied myself letting something sharper take its place.Focus.For the time since arriving in Nightbane nothing stood in my way. No distractions, no interference, no hesitation. Just purpose.Finally I could begin.The real reason I came to Nightbane.I didn't come here for revenge or meaningless bloodshed. If I wanted them dead I would have gone for their heads already.No. I came here for the truth, for answers that nowhere else could give.I came here to know about the history that had been completely

Kael’s POVBy the next morning, her name had already settled into the pack like it belonged there.Selene.Not loudly or dramatically. Nightbane did not operate like that. Reputation here did not rise through noise—it moved quietly, carried in passing remarks, in the way patrol leaders adjusted their tone when speaking of someone, in the subtle shift of expectation.She had gone alone, handled a rogue no one else had been able to contain, and returned without a scratch.I stood at the edge of the training grounds, watching the new recruits run through formation drills, but my attention was not on them. It kept returning to her.Selene moved like she always did—precise, controlled, nothing wasted. No attempt to stand out or impress.That, more than anything, was the problem. People who didn’t want attention were either weak… or dangerous.“You’re doing it again.”Leon’s voice cut in from beside me, quiet but knowing.“Doing what?” I asked without looking at him.“Watching her like she’

Kael’s POVThe forest is never quiet at night.Anyone who thinks it is just does not know how to listen.Every movement means something. When leaves move under something you cannot see or when the wind blows through the trees or when something alive makes a noise in the distance.Even the air felt heavier here, thick with scent and memories like everything that had passed through here left behind a trace.I stood just beyond the boundary line where Nightbane territory thinned into something less controlled. The wards hummed softly beneath the forest ground their protective magic pulsing in a rhythm I knew by heart. The magic was still stable and intact, but something about it felt... altered. Not broken or weakened but disturbed in a way that didn’tl eave a visible trail.My gaze scanned slowly across the tree-line searching for the source of what could've possibly been able to do that. Then a shift of air brushed past me, not wind but presence.I didn't turn immediately I already kn

Kael’s POVThe council chamber felt colder than usual.Not physically. Nightbane territory remained warm despite the late hour, the protective magic woven beneath the mountain regulating temperature through the stone itself. But tonight the room carried a different kind of chill—sharp and deliberate, sitting heavy beneath the low glow of blue fire lanterns fixed along the walls.No one spoke as I entered.The circular chamber stretched wide beneath the carved ceiling, ancient symbols etched into black stone glowing faintly where magic pulsed through them. At the center of the room stood the war table—an enormous slab of obsidian layered with shifting territorial markings and ward lines that moved like silver veins beneath the surface. Every seat was occupied, which already told me this was not a routine meeting.Vidar stood near the northern side of the chamber, his expression unreadable as always. Beside him sat Elder Cyrene, fingers folded neatly over the silver wolf-headed cane she