All Chapters of The Alpha Rejected Me, So I Claimed Three Lycan Kings: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62Lucien’s POVI stood in the corner of the dark map room, watching my mate.The candles on the table were burning low, throwing long shadows against the canvas walls of the tent. Vivian was sitting very straight on her stool. Her blue doe eyes were focused entirely on a clean piece of parchment. She was holding a black quill pen, writing down false troop numbers with a hand that did not shake.She had just told me her plan. She was not just fighting Draven on the muddy battlefield anymore. She was fighting a high-level double game against the Moon Council itself. She was using their own secret spies to feed Lady Veronica a massive lie about our Friday night movements.Any normal werewolf girl would be trembling with fear. The Moon Council had the power to lock people away forever. But Vivian did not look scared at all. She looked calm, cold, and brilliant.As I watched her, the heavy wall of ice around my disciplined mind cracked a little more. A deep, powerful feeling of pr

Chapter 64Gabriel’s POVThe heavy smell of smoke and burnt grass was floating up from the canyon floor. Down below, the last of the Voss pack soldiers were being led away as prisoners by our scouts. The fire was dying down, turning from bright orange to soft grey ash.I stood on the rocky cliffside, my large axe resting against my leg. My heart was beating hard, but not from anger. It was beating from the pure shock of what had just happened.I looked down at the paper report in my hand. Then I looked at the valley. I read the numbers again and again. Zero dead. Zero hurt. An entire enemy brigade was captured, and not a single one of my soldiers had lost a drop of blood.In all my years as a Lycan prince, I had never seen a victory like this. Usually, war meant burying my friends. It meant washing red stains off my armor and listening to the cries of wounded men in the medical tents. I was the angry brother because the weight of those dead soldiers always sat heavily on my shoulders.

Chapter 66Jacob’s POVMy eyes snapped open in the dark. I sat up so fast that the thick blankets flew off my bed and slid onto the dirt floor of my tent.I was breathing very fast, my chest rising and falling like I had just run a three-mile race through the mountains. My hand went straight to my throat, my fingers feeling my rapid pulse. My skin was burning hot, covered in a thin layer of sweat."What in the goddess's name was that?" I whispered into the quiet night.My emerald green eyes darted around my tent, but I was not seeing the wooden poles or my armor. My mind was still stuck inside that massive, beautiful dream field. I could still see the giant silver moon. I could still feel the soft, glowing white light that had radiated off Vivian's body like a warm summer sun.And most of all, I remembered what my inner wolf had done.My wolf was the proudest beast in the pack. He loved to fight, he loved to win, and he never, ever bowed to anyone, not even to my older brothers. But i

Chapter 68Draven’s POVThe small silver ring sat on the middle of my wooden desk. It looked tiny under the dim light of the single candle, but it felt heavier than a mountain.I picked it up with a shaking hand. I turned the cold metal over in my fingers, my eyes searching the inner side of the band. There, written in tiny, elegant lines, were the names: Draven & Vivian.My breath hitched in my throat. A cold sweat broke out across my neck.I knew this writing. I knew the specific way the letter V curved at the top, and how the letters leaned just a tiny bit to the right. It was not the writing of a royal Lycan scribe. It was not the handwriting of an old Council elder.It was Vivian's handwriting.She had written those names herself on the day of our mating ceremony, using a special magic pen that carved a wolf's true soul into the silver."No," I whispered into the dark, quiet room. "This is impossible. This cannot be real."I dropped the ring back onto the desk. It made a sharp cl

Chapter 70Lucien’s POVThe war was moving fast, and that meant the work behind the lines was heavier than ever.As the oldest prince, it was my job to manage the logistics of our massive campaign. I sat inside the supply tent, looking at a wooden table covered in long papers. We needed thousands of sharp iron spears. We needed fresh bandages for the medical tents. We needed wagons of dried meat and clean water to feed our tired warriors as we pushed deeper into the Voss pack territory.Normally, managing these papers was a dark, stressful chore. But today, my heart did not feel heavy at all.Every report coming from the front lines brought good news. Vivian’s three-pronged plan was working perfectly. Gabriel was crushing the right walls, Jacob was flying through the center gate, and my own men had completely shut down the left forest.I looked up from my papers as a group of heavy warriors walked past my tent. They were covered in dirt and sweat from the hard battle, but their faces