All Chapters of The Alpha Rejected Me, So I Claimed Three Lycan Kings: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 71Vivian’s POVThe night was very quiet. I was alone inside my private sleeping tent. The candle on my small table was almost burned out. Its flame was dancing slowly, throwing long shadows against the fabric walls.I was about to lie down on my soft furs when the air in the room suddenly changed. The cold wind outside stopped blowing, but a strange chill brushed against the back of my neck.My blue doe eyes narrowed in the dark.A shadow moved near the back wall of my tent. It did not move like a normal person. It was too fast, sliding like a snake across the floor. Before I could even call out for Lucien, Gabriel, or Jacob, a figure jumped out from the dark.It was an elite assassin.He wore a black leather mask and dark clothes that made absolutely no sound. In his right hand, he held a long, thin dagger. The silver metal of the blade was painted with a thick, green liquid. I knew that smell instantly. It was the poison of the Death Flower. Just one small scratch from that

Chapter 73Vivian’s POVThe sky above the mountain peak was completely white.A massive winter blizzard had arrived, much faster than any of us had expected. The freezing wind screamed through the high pine trees, throwing heavy sheets of ice and snow directly into our faces. The air was so cold it felt like needles pressing against my skin.Standing on the narrow mountain path, I could barely see my own hand in front of my face. Behind me, the massive Lycan army had stopped marching. The warriors were shivering, their heavy iron armor covered in a thick layer of white frost. The horses were huffing big clouds of steam, their legs sinking deep into the heavy snowbanks."We cannot go any further, Vivian!" Gabriel shouted over the roaring wind, his deep voice barely reaching my ears. He was walking next to me, his big hands brushing the snow off his leather coat. His hazel eyes were squinted against the icy gale. "If we stay on this high mountain path, half of our warriors will freeze t

Chapter 75Vivian’s POVWe stepped out of the dark, stone tunnel exit and into the open air. The cold winter wind was still blowing, but here in the lower valley, there was no blinding white blizzard. The sky was a pale, quiet gray.I stood at the edge of a thick pine forest, my blue doe eyes looking straight ahead.Just two hundred yards away, sitting in the middle of the snowy valley, was the secondary stronghold of the Voss pack. This was not Draven’s main castle, but it was his most important defense point before the capital. It was a massive fortress built of thick black stones. It had high, sharp wooden spikes around the outer walls and four giant stone towers where archers could hide.In my past lives, this stronghold was known as an impossible wall. Many armies had tried to attack it, only to be shot down by arrows or crushed by heavy rolling rocks from the towers.But those armies had marched down the main mountain road. They had given the Voss soldiers days to prepare.We ha

Chapter 77Vivian’s POVThe morning sun was trying to peek through the gray clouds, but the air inside our new base camp was still cold. This conquered stronghold was now our main camp as we prepared for the final march on Draven’s castle.I was sitting at the wooden table in the middle of the courtyard, checking the food lists with our head chef. We had thousands of hungry warriors to feed.Suddenly, a loud commotion broke out near the front gates of the fortress.I looked up, my blue doe eyes calm and steady.A tall, older woman stepped through our gates. She was wearing an elegant dress made of expensive purple silk, but the hem of her skirt was dirty with wet snow and mud. She held her chin high, looking around the busy camp with a cold, disgusted sneer.It was Lady Veronica.She was a high-ranking noblewoman from the Moon Council, and she had always been one of Sarafine's strongest supporters. She was the one who had spent years using her wealth and power to control the food and

Chapter 79Vivian’s POVThe day of the final battle had finally arrived.The morning sun was low in the cold sky, casting a weak, pale light over the massive Voss border plains. The flat ground was covered in a thin layer of white frost and dead brown grass. The air was so cold that every breath I took turned into a small white cloud.This was the border plains, the last open space separating our army from Draven’s capital city. There were no more mountain forts to hide behind. There were no more secret tunnels. Today, it was just army against army, strength against strength, under the open sky.I stood at the very front of our massive army.I was at the vanguard, the leading line of the battle. Standing right beside me were the three Lycan princes. Lucien was on my left, his face cold and calm. Gabriel was on my right, his giant hand resting on his heavy iron axe. Jacob was right beside Gabriel, his sharp eyes scanning the distant horizon.We stood so close that our shoulders were to