All Chapters of The Alpha Who Rejected Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ELENA'S POV The howl rolled across the fortress like thunder. Warriors who had been trembling moments before straightened their backs. Shields that had sagged with exhaustion rose once more. One by one, swords slid free from their scabbards, the chorus of steel echoing through the courtyard. An elderly veteran limped to the front of the ranks, resting the weight of his scarred axe across one shoulder. "I fought beside Alpha Rowan," he said, his weathered eyes fixed on me. "I watched your father hold this gate with less than a hundred wolves." He smiled grimly. "I never thought I'd live long enough to fight beside his daughter." A young warrior beside him swallowed hard. "I've never seen a real battlefield." The veteran clapped a hand against the boy's shoulder. "Then keep your eyes on the Queen." "If she runs forward..." "We run faster." A ripple of determined laughter spread through the front ranks. The fear didn't disappear. It transformed. It became resolve. Nikolai

ELENA'S POV The magic suppressor bombs did violently tore the wolf spirits away from our physical vessels. All across the pass, the giant, terrifying shadow wolves froze mid-strike, their majestic forms dissolving into thin air like morning mist. The partial transformations of our vanguard reversed with sickening, bone-cracking snaps, their elongated fangs and razor claws violently retracting into human flesh. I fell hard onto my hands and knees, my chest heaving as I violently coughed up a splatter of dark blood onto the snow. The massive, emerald-eyed phantom wolf that had cloaked my body vanished completely, leaving me shivering, pale, and utterly exposed. I looked down at my right hand in horror. My silver signet ring was completely dormant, its surface covered in a dull, ash-grey film. All around me, the once-fearsome warriors of the North lay scattered across the frozen earth, gasping for air, clutching their chests in shock. Our terrifying, dominant army of the frozen waste

ELENA'S POV Our northern coalition exploded forward in a terrifying, synchronized counter-charge, a wall of fur, fangs, and dark magic slamming relentlessly into the front lines of the invaders. The sudden shift in momentum was absolute. I lunged into the fray, my shadow form rematerializing around me like a shroud of solid night, my phantom claws carving a path of devastation through the panicked ranks. The Western soldiers, completely demoralized by the sudden destruction of their machine, turned and fled in a chaotic frenzy, their disciplined formations completely shattering as our northern wolves ruthlessly pushed the invaders backward, forcing thousands of screaming men off the narrow ledges and directly into the raging, icy torrents of the border river below. The canyon walls groaned under the weight of the retreat. The raging torrents of the border river below were choked with the bronze-clad bodies of Western soldiers, swept away by the icy currents. On the narrow stone tong

ELENA'S POV The cold of the Obsidian Fortress had never managed to pierce my skin until the moment the ring slipped from my finger. It did not fall with a thud. It bounced twice against the stone floor, a tiny, fractured piece of silver and obsidian that had served as the sole dam holding back a reservoir of agony. For five long years, the enchanted band had hummed against my pulse, numbing the jagged edges of my broken mate bond. For five years, I had been the unflinching, iron-willed commander of the northern front. I had looked at the ghosts of my past and felt nothing but an empty void. Then, the magic broke. The dam shattered. The air rushed out of my lungs in a violent, ragged gasp. I stumbled backward, my spine slamming hard against the frost-rimed stone wall of my private war room. My hands flew to my chest, my fingers clawing at the leather of my doublet as if I could physically tear open my ribcage to relieve the sudden, suffocating pressure building within. It felt like

ELENA'S POV The endless white was the only thing that remained. Inside the vast, locked-away expanse of my own mind, I was walking through a frozen forest that had no beginning and no end. The sky above was a heavy, perpetual gray. The snow beneath my bare feet didn't feel cold. It felt like absolutely nothing at all. I was entirely numb. The sudden shattering of my silver Eclipse signet ring had acted like the bursting of a dam. Five years of tightly suppressed agony had flooded my consciousness all at once. The jagged shards of the fated mate-rejection bond I had spent half a decade burying deep within my soul had broken loose. The velocity of that pain had flattened me. It dragged my mind down into the deep, dark water. "Wake up," I whispered into the void. The sound was swallowed instantly by the heavy snowfall. A few yards away, beneath the skeletal, ice-laden branches of a pine tree, my shadow wolf lay curled into a tight, defensive ball. Her midnight fur was dull. It la