All Chapters of Rejected by the Alpha princess : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The evening air at Blood Moon College did not bring relief; it only pooled the day’s tension into the stone corridors. By nightfall, the casual chatter in the communal dining hall had vanished, replaced by the heavy silence of waiting. The giant digital bulletin board in the courtyard sat blank a dark mirror reflecting the anxious faces of the remaining students.Leah sat at a corner table, a cup of untouched tea cooling between her hands. Opposite her, Maya was frantically tapping her fingers against her notebook. "They're taking too long," Maya whispered, her voice tight. "What if they're weeding out half of us?""Getting worked up won't change what you wrote, Maya," Daniel said, though he was methodically organizing his index cards with rigid, geometric precision. "Statistically, a fifty percent cut is the most efficient way to transition to individual pressure.""And if we didn't make it?" Victor asked, leaning back with his arms crossed. Despite his relaxed posture, his jaw was

The iron gates of the Blackwood Institute groaned shut behind Leah, Daniel, and Victor, the sound punctuating the end of the "Sieve." Professor Alden didn't smile his face was a map of calculated neutrality but his eyes lingered on the wooden coins Leah held."Perspective earned," Alden murmured, clicking his pocket watch shut. "Though I suspect the 'prickly' nature of your lesson will leave scars far deeper than the scratches on their hands."The following Monday, however, the atmosphere at Blackwood wasn't one of progression, but of a strange, buzzing stasis. The grand hall's magical ticker the leaderboard that usually scrolled through names and ranks remained frozen.At the morning assembly, the Headmaster stood before a charred podium. "Due to the... structural instability of the Whispering Woods during the preliminary trials, and several pending medical evaluations," he began, his eyes flickering toward Claire, who sat with heavily bandaged hands, "the Grand Selection Competition

The Grand Oak Haven Gala was less of a celebration and more of a battlefield dressed in silk and gold. Every major pack from the territories had descended upon the marble halls of the Cliffside Manor, their scents clashing in a thick, suffocating cloud of dominance and perfume.Leah stood before a full-length mirror in a private dressing room, feeling the weight of the gown her uncle had sent. It was midnight blue, the fabric shimmering like a deep bruise, with silver embroidery that mimicked the thorns of the Whispering Woods."Don't look so miserable," a voice rumbled from the shadows of the balcony.Leah didn't turn. She knew that scent—winter air and ancient pines. "It’s hard to look happy when I’m wearing a corset that costs more than Daniel’s tuition, Kaelen."Alpha Kaelen stepped into the light. He was devastating in a formal military dress coat, the silver wolf-head buttons glinting against the black wool. He looked every bit the Northern Warlord the rumors claimed him to be.

The air in the private corridor was blissfully cool compared to the suffocating heat of the grand ballroom. I could still hear the distant, muffled swell of the orchestra through the heavy oak doors, but for the first time in hours, I could finally breathe.I stepped into the opulent vanity ante-room, the silence wrapping around me like a shield. Turning to the marble basin, I turned on the tap, letting the cold water run over my wrists.In the reflection of the gilded mirror, the girl staring back at me looked like a stranger. Gone were the frayed, oversized sweaters I had used to camouflage my posture, to hide the violent, rhythmic pulse of an Alpha's heartbeat. In their place was midnight-blue silk and silver embroidery that caught the light like frozen briars.I smiled faintly, a cold, sharp thing. For months, I had played the ghost. I had let them bump into me in the academy halls, let them relegate me to the back row of advanced pack tactics, and let them gossip about the "chari

Adrenaline overrode the agonizing frequency piercing my skull. As the lead witch lunged, the obsidian blade catching the sickly green firelight, my wolf roared to life. The suppression holding my feet to the stone cracked.I threw my weight backward.The dagger missed my breast by a fraction of an inch, slicing through the midnight-blue silk of my gown and grazing the skin over my ribs. A burning, icy numbness spread instantly from the shallow cut. *Poison.*Before the figure could reset, I clamped my hand over their bony forearm, driving my heel into their knee. The bone shattered with a sharp snap, and the witch fell, but they didn't scream. The multiple voices inside them simply chanted louder, a low, buzzing drone that made my ears bleed."Leah!" Kaelen’s voice was a guttural, feral snarl.He had broken through the barrier. His massive frame was half-shifted, fur tearing through his tailored clothes, his jaw elongated into a snout of razor-sharp teeth. He ripped the head off one m