All Chapters of Sold to the Beast Alpha After My Rejection: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Rowan POVGarrett had the horses ready at midday.Six Red Claw wolves in formation at the outer gate.With the transition brief completed,the submitted wolves were processed and handed toDarius's management.The alliance coordination was documented and signed between Garrett and Darius.Everything is ready. Everything is in order.I stood in the outer yard and looked at the fortress one final time.The upper corridor window,where I watched her stand the morning after she came backfrom the mountain settlement. When I was in the study trying to read patrol reports andfailing, she was at the window with her mother's letters in her pack.The window was empty now,she was in the upper room with Zayden.I knew because Mira mentioned it in passing when I went to find Edna for the jawwound treatment.‘Alpha Zayden is in the upper room. I'll need the treatment room free by the tenth hour.’I pressed my hand against the jaw wound."Ready?" Garrett said beside me."Yes," I sa

Nerissa POVSera asked to see the journal after she had eaten and slept in the room Mira arranged.After Edna had done her thorough clinical assessmentShe sat at the small table in the second floor room with the journal open in front of herand read.I sat across from her,Zayden stood at the window. He did not leave the room after we came down from the upper cell. He didn't leave,notfor the planning room,the breach assessment or the alliance documentation or any ofthe things the fortress required from him that were sitting on his desk waiting.Darius was handling them.Sera read for minutes without speaking.Her grey eyes moving across Andrea's handwriting.She knew things in this journal.That was visible in the way she read."You've read the entry about the healing gift," she said without looking up."Twice," I said. "After what happened in the cell.""And the entry about the old language?" she said."Several times," I said. "I still don't understand all of it."

Nerissa POVThe sky above the fortress was moving.Not the standard weather systems that came through the mountain passes andcompressed into the storms that had been producing lightning since the night I ran intoVeil Forest.Something else,something that had no meteorological category.Light moving in the pattern of something organized rather than natural. The pale gold ofit, not the yellow of lightning.I was at the window beside Zayden before the elders finished adjusting to the tremor."What is it?" I asked."I don't know," he said.From Zayden that was significant.Zayden knew the sky above this fortress the way he knew the ground beneath it. Sevenyears of watching the approach routes and the weather systems and the Veil Forestboundary behavior built in him a comprehensive understanding of what this sky did andwhen and why.He did not know what the sky was doing now."The third stone," Thane said from behind us.I turned.He was looking at my hand, the sto

Nerissa POV The hundred wolves arrived at the outer gate before midday.Rowan was right about the formation.Not the organized hostile pressure of the northwest breach or the eastern pincer.Something structured differently.I watched from the upper corridor window.They were not a uniform group.That was the first thing I noticed. Wolves from different territories. Differentbuilds,different ages. Some old enough that their wolf forms showed texture of decadesof shifting.What unified them was not a pack.They had no shared pack scent.No shared insignia.What unified them was the way they looked at the fortress walls.Like they had been told about this place. And carried the description of it in their heads.Darius controlled the gate conversation.I watched from above.He spoke to the wolf at the formation. Then he turned and looked up toward the windowwhere I was standing.The pale eyes doing their comprehensive assessment from a distance.Then he turned back

Calista POVThe messenger arrived at midnight with just a folded letter slipped under the door of theguest corridor room Zayden assigned me.A guest corridor room with a narrow bed and a single oil lamp that smelled of old wax.I had been sitting at the small table for hours when the letter appeared beneath thedoor.I did not rush to pick it up.Rushing was for desperate people. And whatever else I was, I was notdesperate,well,not yet.I crossed the room slowly, picked up the letter, and broke the seal.It was not signed. But the handwriting was precise and unhurried.‘The fortress already belongs to someone else. You understand this. Come to theeastern gate before dawn and understand the rest.’I held it over the oil lamp and watched it burn down to nothing.The eastern gate was unwatched at that hour.That alone told me something. Obsidian Keep ran tight rotations. Darius Kane managedthe patrol schedule with obsessive precision that left no gaps anywhere along t