All Chapters of The Alpha Who Rejected Me: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ELENA’S POV The stone corridor beneath the Eastern Tower buckled. A sudden BOOM rattled through the mountain bedrock, the kinetic force of the impact throwing me sideways against the damp mortar wall. Dust and ancient granite crags rained down from the ceiling, instantly coating the shoulders of my leather jacket in gray powder. The siege had officially begun. Richard wasn't waiting for the blizzard to clear. "High Queen!" Jaxon yelled, stumbling up the cellar stairs with his broadsword drawn, his face draining of all color. "The southern wall! The Western vanguard just launched their first volley from the ridge! It hit the primary iron portcullis!" Before I could answer, a second thud shook the lower foundations of the fortress. The groan of massive, iron-wheeled catapults echoed from the dark valley below. I didn't need to see the sky to know what was flying over our battlements. My mind flashed back to the narrow pass battle weeks ago—I could still smell the burning sulfurous

ELENA'S POV Three hours later, I stood at the center of the stone dais, my spine rigid, my hands clasped loosely behind my back. I hadn't changed my clothes. Beside me, Nikolai stood like a shadow executioner, his hand resting on his unsheathed claymore, his eyes tracking every movement in the gloom. Across the ironwood table sat the five dominant Alphas of the global council. They didn't look like leaders; they looked like kings of old, draped in heavy, battle-scarred furs and gold-plated armor. "An emergency summit," Alpha Vance growled, leaning forward until the light of the magma fissures caught the brutal scars running down his throat. He was the leader of the Iron-Claw pack, a man who had survived three separate solar purges by brutality. He slammed a heavy, jewel-encrusted goblet onto the table. "We were told the Eclipse line had returned to claim the Grand Throne. Instead, we cross the border in the middle of a midnight siege to find a crumbling fortress led by a scarred com

ELENA’S POV The iron-reinforced outer gates of the Obsidian Fortress groaned against the mountain bedrock as my mount cleared the frozen threshold. I threw myself out of the leather saddle before the horse could even come to a complete halt, my boots skidding hard across the ice-crusted courtyard mud. My left arm was numb, the muscles around my collarbone throbbing with a blinding heat from the psychic backdraft of my willpower trial against Alpha Vance. I didn't stop to change my tattered clothes, and I didn't look back at the fortress elders who were rushing down the steps of the Great Hall with questions burning in their eyes. "High Queen!" Jaxon barked, running to track my pace as I marched straight past the armory corridors toward the cellar stairs. "The southern watchtowers are still signaling a breach! Did the global council—" "The alliance is sealed, Delta," I commanded. "Alpha Vance has bowed his head. The Iron-Claw pack and the Sunken Ridge have pledged their secret armie

TANYA’S POV The mud inside the narrow mountain fissure tasted like rusted iron and rotted moss, but the fire burning behind my ribs made the freezing northern wind feel like nothing. "Keep the torches doused," I hissed over my shoulder, pulling my mud-stained fur cloak tighter around my neck. "The drafts in these shafts carry smoke straight up to the fortress guardrooms. If a single wolf catches our scent before the payloads are set, I will personally skin you alive." Behind me, thirty elite Western vanguard engineers moved like golden ghosts through the pitch-black stone crack. They wore dark, oil-slicked leather over their bronze armor to stifle the ring of steel, their heavy iron crowbars and alchemical tools wrapped in thick canvas. They were following the exact lines of the highly detailed, hand-drawn map clutching in my trembling fingers—the secret mining tunnels the northern packs had abandoned decades ago. The wolves thought they were unassailable behind their high iron gat

TANYA’S POV The blistering, orange glare radiating from Kaelen’s chained body was melting the air inside the tunnel. The heat was unnatural, a roaring solar furnace that turned our silver suppression payloads into useless gray steam before the gas could clear the bars of the portcullis. My skin felt tight, blistering beneath the wool of my cloak as the sulfurous fog evaporated into a choking white mist that smelled of scorched ozone and hot iron. "The fuse!" I shrieked, scrambling backward over the loose, shifting shale as the timber braces above our heads groaned under the sudden, localized thermal expansion. "Ignite the alchemical payloads now! Do not wait for the infantry lines to clear!" "Lady Tanya, our own vanguard engineers are still inside the secondary shaft!" the lead vanguard captain yelled, his face slick with sweat, his fingers slipping on the copper casing of the eclipse explosive cylinder. "The blast radius will bury them alive! We haven't cleared the bottleneck!" "I