All Chapters of Rejected and Pregnant with Alpha Twins: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~Selene's POV~The elder council chambers have not changed in ten months, the same high windows letting in the same pale northern light, the same long table set with the same four chairs arranged in the same deliberate half circle that has decided pack matters for longer than anyone currently living can properly account for, and Selene notices, walking in, that the sameness of the room steadies her more than she expected it to.She goes in alone. This was never in question, not once during the planning, not when Miriam offered gently to come in with her, not when Caden, at their last visit before the journey north, asked only whether she wanted him present and accepted her single word answer without pushing further. Miriam waits in the corridor outside with Dax, both of them holding a twin apiece, Lior loud even through the heavy chamber doors, Asha quiet against Dax's shoulder, watching the carved doorframe the way she watches most unfamiliar things, as though cataloguing it for late

~Caden's POV~The text from Rhys arrives at 4:47 in the afternoon, a single word, sent without preamble or explanation because none is needed.Here.Caden is at his desk when it comes through, midway through a report on the eastern patrol rotation that suddenly stops mattering the moment the phone lights up beside it. He sets the report down. He does not read the rest of the page in front of him, though his eyes pass over it twice without absorbing a single line. He simply sits with the word for a long moment, turning it the way he has learned to turn most information about her now, slowly, without letting the first reaction be the only one he allows himself.She has crossed the border. She is somewhere in his territory tonight, in a house he prepared and locked three times and has not been invited back into since.He does not call her. He does not drive out to the south property under some manufactured pretext about the council schedule or the border situation, both of which could wa

~Selene's POV~She sends the text on the morning of the third day, a single address and a single time, nothing more, because she has decided that anything more would turn a simple decision into something requiring explanation she does not owe.She does not write come if you want to or I've been thinking about this or any of the dozen softer phrasings that occur to her and that she discards almost as soon as they arrive. She writes the address of the south house, the time she wants him there, and sends it before she can talk herself into editing it further. Then she sets the phone down on the kitchen counter and goes to feed the twins, refusing to watch the screen for a reply that she already knows, from everything she has learned about him over the past months, will not require any further negotiation.He replies within two minutes. I'll be there. Nothing else. No question about why now, no request for more context, no attempt to extract from three words more meaning than she chose to

~Caden's POV~Conrad's message arrives encrypted, routed through the usual private channel rather than anything that might pass through Pack Hall's general correspondence, and Caden reads it standing at his desk rather than sitting, the way he has come to read most reports concerning Vivienne over these past months, as though remaining upright somehow keeps him better positioned to absorb whatever comes next.Vivienne has lodged a formal complaint with the Inter-Pack Council.He reads the summary twice before the shape of it fully settles. She claims, through a filing made under her own name and apparently with legal counsel paid for by resources Conrad has not yet traced, that Selene concealed her Silverborn bloodline during the original mate presentation three years ago, and that this concealment constitutes a deliberate fraud against the Alpha's right to informed consent in accepting a fated bond. The language is careful, formal, dressed in exactly the kind of procedural correctnes

~Caden's POV~The alert comes through at 3:02 in the morning, three separate signals arriving within the same minute from three different points along the northern gate, and Caden is awake and dressed before the second one finishes registering on his phone.He has run enough border incidents over the past months to know, almost before he has fully processed the details, that this one sits in a different category entirely. The earlier incursions were probes, measured, testing rotation gaps and patrol timing, the kind of pressure designed to find a weakness rather than to force a breach. This is not that. The reports flooding in over the next several minutes describe coordinated movement along the entire northern perimeter, numbers far beyond anything Dorian has committed before, the unmistakable shape of a force that has decided it has nothing left to lose by spending everything at once.He reaches Pack Hall in under ten minutes, the streets empty and dark, and finds the war room alrea