All Chapters of The Alpha Who Rejected Me: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELENA’S POV The lethal whistle of the displacing air was the only warning. within the second it took for the projectile to clear the staircase archway, my senses couldn't have registered the threat. But my inner shadow wolf was already unchained. The five years spent in the brutal northern rifts had turned my reflexes into a predatory instinct that bypassed thought entirely. I didn't think about the distance or about the danger. With a supernatural speed, I threw myself across the narrow gap between the pedestal and Nikolai. My right hand shot out, my fingers wrapping around the polished shaft of the arrow just two inches before the pulsing purple crystal tip could plunge into Nikolai's exposed chest. Crack. The momentum of the projectile snapped the wood in my grip, but the tip was stopped. "Ugh!" A agonizing scream escaped my teeth as a plume of burning vapor exploded from the crystal, directly contacting my open palm. The arrow was tipped with concentrated silver-ash toxin—t

ELENA’S POV The sirens of the Citadel wailed in the distance. From the corridors above us, the thud of armored boots grew louder. The High Council had officially declared a full lockdown. "Luna, we cannot trust him," Silas hissed, his curved broadsword catching the dim torchlight as he kept his body anchored between me and Kaelen. "He is a Bloodmoon. His father’s blood runs in his veins. This is a setup to reclaim the treaty." "It's not a setup!" Kaelen cried out, his voice cracking as he took a desperate step forward, his hands held open and empty to show he carried no weapons. He looked entirely pathetic, a king begging in a dark service hallway. "Silas, please. The executioners aren't coming to arrest her. My father sent a private bird to Elder Thaddeus before the gala. They have orders to put her down. They will burn her wolf with silver-ash until there is nothing left. My carriage is the only thing that can pass the outer gate without a search warrant." I looked at Kaelen. The

ELENA’S POV Kaelen’s feral growl vibrated right through the floor, but it was the desperate sound of a dying animal. He stood on trembling legs, his body broken and bleeding, his eyes burning with a rabid yellow light as he tried to shield me from Nikolai. With an effortless calmness, Nikolai reached into the overturned frame. His scarred hand shot through Kaelen’s weak Alpha aura like it was smoke, wrapping firmly around Kaelen’s throat. With one brutal, upward heave, Nikolai dragged the King of the Western Territories out of the wreckage and threw him face-first into the muddy road. Splat. Kaelen hit the wet ground hard, sliding across the gravel. Before he could even push himself up, Nikolai’s heavy iron boot slammed down onto his shoulder blade, pinning him flat into the freezing mud. "I told you once, little king," Nikolai murmured, his deep voice cutting through the howling wind like an axe. He extended his hand back into the carriage, his eyes softening as they met mine. "S

ELENA’S POV The iron-plated wagon bounced violently as it cleared the final rocky pass of the neutral border, descending into the dark, hidden depths of the Northern Ridge. Outside, the howling mountain rain was gradually replaced by a thick, freezing mist that rolled off the jagged black peaks like smoke. Hiss. The final trail of purple vapor evaporated from my right palm as the winter-lily sap completely neutralized the silver-ash toxin. I closed my hand, flexing my fingers into a tight fist. The burned flesh had already knit back together, leaving only a faint, silvery-gray scar running across my lifeline. The dark, thread-like veins tracing my wrist pulsed once under the skin, absorbing the remaining impurities and turning the pain into a steady current of power. "We have arrived, My Luna," Alpha Silas’s deep voice boomed from the front partition as the wagon ground to a shuddering halt. Nikolai picked up his iron greatsword, slinging the heavy leather strap across his broad s

ELENA’S POV The division of the army was completed in less than five minutes. Under the freezing cover of the northern mist, Alpha Silas and five hundred of the heaviest Broken Fang warriors boarded the empty iron-plated wagon. The massive war-steeds roared as they whipped the transport down the eastern valley highway, their wheels grinding loudly against the gravel to leave a unmistakable trail in the mud. The trackers Tanya held would lock onto that wheel axis like bloodhounds. They were sprinting straight into a graveyard. "We will make sure the mountainside buries them deep, My Queen," Silas growled, offering a final bow of his head before the darkness of the eastern pass swallowed them whole. I turned back to the remaining twenty-five hundred warriors. They stood in breathless silence. They had abandoned their heavy armor, carrying only their ironwood spears, short-blades, and the predatory hunger for the blood of their suppressors. "March," I commanded softly. We moved o