All Chapters of The Alpha Rejected Me, So I Claimed Three Lycan Kings: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 42Vivian’s POVThe council room went completely quiet. The high elders stared at me as if I had just sprouted a second head, their mouths hanging open in disbelief. Even Lady Veronica seemed temporarily stunned into silence.To them, I was just a captured werewolf girl, a trophy or a dangerous spy. They didn’t expect me to stand before the entire Lycan leadership and offer a lesson in military tactics."You expect us to trust your word?" one of the elders finally sputtered, his voice trembling with indignation. "You want us to hand over our army deployments to the daughter of our enemy? This is madness! It is an absolute trap!""The only trap here is the one you are currently walking into," I said, my voice cutting through his panic with effortless clarity. I took a step forward, the chains around my wrists rattling against the mahogany table. I didn't wait for permission. I reached out with my bound hands and tapped a finger directly onto the stained parchment in the center

Chapter 44Vivian’s POVThe journey to the northern border was nothing like the comfortable carriage rides I had taken during my first life.The air grew progressively colder as we climbed into the jagged, rocky territory of the Silverwood region. The sky above was a heavy, suffocating sheet of gray slate, threatening to dump freezing rain on our heads at any moment. I was mounted on a large, powerful black stallion, my silver chains clinking loudly against the leather of the saddle every time the horse took a heavy step forward.To my left rode Lucien. He looked like a god of war carved from winter ice, his long silver hair braided tightly back against his neck, his dark leather armor fitting perfectly over his broad shoulders. He kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, his long legs guiding his massive steed with effortless precision. But I could feel the intense weight of his awareness. Every time my horse shifted or I adjusted my grip on the reins, his jaw would tighten just a fractio

Chapter 46Lucien’s POVThe freezing northern air felt like a physical slap against my face as our horses crested the final rocky ridge.The Silverwood region lay before us, completely swallowed by a thick, heavy sheet of gray morning fog. It was exactly as Jacob had predicted. The mist was a soup of damp moisture, clinging to the dark pine trees and turning the jagged stones into a slippery hazard. You couldn't see five feet ahead through the haze, but my sharp Lycan eyes could pick up the faint, ghostly silhouettes of the elite royal guard riding behind us.To my right, Vivian sat tall on her black stallion.She looked entirely different from the fragile prisoner who had spent weeks locked away in the dark of our palace. The light scale-mail we had fitted her with in the armory hugged her curvy frame perfectly, the thousands of dark steel scales catching the weak, gray light of the dawn. Her long black hair was tied back in a practical warrior’s braid, exposing the sharp, pale line

Chapter 48Jacob’s POVThe freezing mountain wind howled through the narrow stone cracks, biting right through my heavy leather riding coat.It was past midnight, and the northern valley had dropped into a deep, pitch-black darkness. The heavy gray fog from the morning battle had settled into a thick, icy mist that made it completely impossible to see more than two feet in front of my face. I was leading a small, quiet scouting expedition along the upper jagged paths of the western ridge, trying to map out any remaining Voss pack escape routes before the main army launched its final push tomorrow.Because of the strict contract Lucien had signed, Vivian couldn't be left alone for a single second. So, she was riding right behind me, her black stallion moving silently over the loose gravel."We need to turn back, Jacob," Vivian’s voice cut through the dark, quiet air, her tone sharp and urgent. She pulled tightly on her reins, her horse stopping near a massive stone wall. "The scent of

Chapter 50Gabriel’s POVThe dawn broke over the Silverwood region like a cracked slate, spilling a pale, watery light across the frozen landscape.The moment the rescue units cleared the massive wall of fallen rock from the midnight slide, my wolf practically tore through my skin. I didn't wait for the scouts to finish clearing the path. I pushed past the heavy iron shields of our front lines, my boots slamming hard against the wet gravel as I strode toward the secluded cave entrance. When I saw Jacob walking out into the pale morning light, completely intact, a brief wave of relief washed over me. But that relief instantly burned away into a fierce, volatile possessiveness when I saw Vivian walking right at his heels.She was covered in gray dust, her light scale-mail armor cold to the touch, but her blue doe eyes were perfectly clear. The scent of vanilla and lavender was still pinned to her, but it was heavily mixed with Jacob’s sharp burning cedar aura from sharing body heat thro