All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha, Crowned By Fate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LyraI was still angry.No matter how many times I tried to push the thoughts away, they kept returning.Instead of returning to my room after leaving the study, I found myself wandering through the garden.The cool afternoon breeze brushed against my skin as I walked slowly along the stone pathway, trying to clear my head.I could have gone back to my room, but Gwen was probably still there. And the last thing I wanted right now was for her to start asking lots of questions.I sighed heavily.Was Kael blind? Or was he deliberately pretending not to see through Maya's obvious lies? The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became.Deep down, I knew I shouldn't have spoken to him the way I did. He was still the Alpha, but at that moment? I had been far too angry to care.I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost missed the voice that suddenly echoed from somewhere ahead."Again! Harder this time!"That voice… It sounded familiar.Following the sound, I moved away from the mai

Lyra“Again!”Ronan’s voice cut through the air like a whip.My arm trembled as I lifted it, sweat already slipping down my temple and stinging my eyes. The punching bag in front of me swayed slightly from my last strike, but not enough to satisfy him.My muscles burned so badly it felt like they were tearing from the inside. My shoulders ached, my knuckles throbbed inside the training gloves, and my entire body felt like it was one step away from collapse.“I can’t…” I breathed out.Ronan immediately stepped into view, circling me like a predator.“No,” he said sharply. “Try again.”I clenched my teeth. Another punch landed—slower this time.“That’s pathetic. You need to understand something, Lyra. You don’t get the luxury of being weak. Weakness is not something you can afford. It shouldn’t even exist in your dictionary.”My grip tightened around the punching bag as I steadied my stance.“Because weakness,” he continued, “means death. And once you’re dead… everything ends. Do you wa

Ronan“Harder.”The punching bag swung slightly as Lyra’s fist made contact again, but it was nowhere near the force I expected.“Again.”Lyra threw another weak punch.I crossed my arms and studied her more carefully now, my gaze narrowing.Something was off.Lyra wasn’t training like she usually did.Normally, she came here with fire in her eyes—stubborn, focused, determined to push herself past her limits no matter how many times I corrected her form.But today… today she looked distracted.“Stop.”She halted instantly. Sweat clung lightly to her skin, but her expression remained oddly neutral.“You’re not engaging your core. Your strength doesn’t come from your arms. It comes from here.” I pointed just below her ribs. “Brace your abdomen. Lock your hips. If your center is weak, your punch is meaningless. And keep your shoulders loose. You’re tightening too early.”She nodded slightly, then tried again.Better… but still not enough.Lyra had potential. That much was obvious from th

Lyra“You look stiff. You need to relax, Lyra.”I glanced around me. Music blasted from massive speakers mounted along the ceiling. The place was packed wall-to-wall with people dancing, laughing, drinking, and loudly talking over each other.Everything felt too alive… definitely not what I had expected.“This place is too loud,” I complained to Ronan. “It's too crowded. I’m not comfortable here.”He gave a small nod.“I understand. Come with me.”He took my hand.We moved through the crowd and headed toward a staircase by the corner. The further we went, the less intense the noise became.The upper level was quieter, softer, almost private. The lighting was warm and dim. There were fewer people, and everything felt calmer… controlled.Ronan led me to a seat near a private, round table, and gestured for me to sit.“This is one of my favorite places,” he said as I sat down. “I come here when I return from pack missions. It helps me unwind. What would you like to drink?”“Anything soft

LyraThe music pulsed through the club, vibrating through the floor.I swayed my hips to the rhythm, a wide grin stretched across my face as I moved with the beat. The flashing lights painted the room in shades of blue, purple, and red, making everything feel surreal.Every track somehow flowed perfectly into the next one. Just when I thought one song couldn't possibly be topped, another even better one started playing.For the first time in a while, I wasn't overthinking things or worried about anything and was simply enjoying myself.I grabbed my glass and took a small sip before placing it back on the table.My gaze unconsciously wandered around the upper floor. Where was Ronan?Now that I thought about it, he had been gone for quite a while. Maybe I should just call him.I reached for my bag on the table and opened it. Just as my fingers touched my phone, a strange sensation crawled down my spine, like the feeling that someone was watching me.I looked up, and three men stood seve