บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA KING'S REJECTED OMEGA QUEEN: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The heavy oak door of the palace library remained firmly shut against the noise of the waking kingdom. Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the pale morning light filtering through the tall glass windows. Aurelia sat alone at a massive wooden reading table, surrounded by stacks of recovered files, medical logs, and old maps that smelled of dust and dried chemicals.Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened a thick black leather binder labeled Project Chimera: Phase One.Since the seven laboratories had lit up across the horizon, Aurelia's mind had been trapped in a storm of fragmented memories. Every time she closed her eyes, she was pulled backward into the cold, blinding white of the underground cages. But today, the magic of the recovery crystals was pushing deeper, forcing her to see things she had spent her whole life blocking out.As she stared at the faded ink on the pages, a strange pressure built behind her temples. The room seemed to dissolve.

The heavy iron-reinforced gates of Blackstone groaned under the weight of their own history as they swung wide open to admit the most dangerous delegation to enter the capital in twenty-two years.Outside on the grand cobblestone esplanade, the air crackled with raw, volatile energy. High-ranking Alpha lords from the outer territories—rulers of fierce mountain clans, vast northern forests, and brutal desert wastes—had arrived in response to the emergency summons. They rode massive, scarred war-wolves and walked with the unyielding, dominant stride of rulers who answered to no one.At the head of the procession rode Alpha Tristan.Tristan was a mountain of a man, draped in heavy black leather armor trimmed with iron spikes, his dark hair pulled back from a scarred, rugged face that radiated predatory confidence. He swung down from his massive grey war-wolf with effortless grace, his amber eyes immediately scanning the high battlements of the citadel. He had

The emergency dispatch Marcus brought into the summit hall changed everything in a single heartbeat.The political posturing and territorial tension between the visiting Alphas evaporated instantly. The moment Kael read the scout's blood-stained report confirming that the ancient seals on Mount Moriah had been forcefully broken, the grand summit was adjourned before it had even truly begun.While Alpha Tristan and the other regional leaders were swiftly dispatched to reinforce the outer city walls and secure the civilian sectors, Kael knew he could not afford to send ordinary soldiers into the heart of the anomaly. The source of the threat required a core strike team—those who carried the history, the power, and the minds to deal with Project Chimera directly.Within the hour, a heavily armed transport carriage carried Kael, Tanya, Aurelia, Marcus, and Rowan through the freezing northern foothills.They stood now before the jagged stone entrance of Mount Moriah.The heavy iron doors o

The sudden, tense silence between them hung heavy over the noisy marketplace.Aurelia’s body went completely rigid. Her hand instinctively flew to the side of her neck, her fingers pressing over the faint silver markings that she usually kept carefully hidden beneath her high-collared tunic. For a split second, panic flared in her chest. Had her cover been blown? Was this stranger an assassin sent by the awakened laboratories?"Who are you?" Aurelia demanded, her voice dropping instantly into a cold, dangerous register. Her eyes flashed with a lethal silver light, and her claws lengthened beneath her sleeves. "If you work for them if you know what these marks mean you had better speak right now."The young man raised both hands slowly, palms out, stepping back half a step. But instead of running away in terror like ordinary citizens did when they saw her power, he maintained an uncanny, steady calm. His sharp eyes met hers without a shred of fear.

The heavy, suffocating silence that followed the enemy commander’s declaration lasted only a single heartbeat before absolute chaos erupted across the esplanade.Through the swirling dust, burning embers, and thick violet mist at the edge of the shattered southern gate, the heavily armored figure dissolved into thin air like smoke caught in a gale. However, he did not leave empty-handed or empty-footed. In his wake, he left behind a localized, writhing pool of dark, oily arcane energy that hissed violently as it splashed against the ancient stone foundations of Blackstone. Wherever the strange purple vapor touched the time-hardened granite, the solid rock bubbled, smoked, and rapidly began to dissolve into a gray, powdery ash, eating away at the core of the city’s primary defense line with terrifying speed."Hold the line! Fall into formation!" Rowan’s voice cut through the rising panic like a razor-sharp blade across silk.Moving with the absolu