All Chapters of Rejected For My Curves. Desired By The War Alpha : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The report landed harder than the last attack had. They were not coming to the walls. They had packed the cracked slab, joined with a cleaner second group, and turned toward the old border stones. Two working pieces. A deeper ring. Midday at the latest if their pace held. The council room stayed quiet for a long time after the tracker finished speaking. Asher broke it first. “We do not have the strength to meet a force that size on open ground and still keep these walls standing.” Sable nodded once. “Distance eyes can stay on them. A full strike group cannot. Not after the last two returns.” Wren stood with her good arm tight against her body. “So we watch them seat another circuit and hope it fails on its own.” “No,” Garrick said from the cot. His voice was rough but clear. “We stop treating every new ring as a problem we solve by throwing the same bloodline at it. That is what the title wants. It learns from every break. The river fold already proved that.” Ronan leaned agains

Garrick’s mark put the threshold stone closer to the camp than any of us liked.It sat in a shallow cut of ground west of the outer markers, half buried, older than the walls, easy to miss if you did not know what the cuts on its face meant. By the time the light started to thin, Sable’s people had cleared the approach and set a thin screen in the trees. Not a full defense. A way out.Asher walked the ground once and hated it on sight. “If this goes wrong, the distance to the walls is not enough.”“It is more distance than the border stones give us,” Sable said. “That is the point.”Wren stood with her arms folded tight. “I still do not like baiting their attention this close to the people we are supposed to be protecting.”“I do not like it either,” I said. “I also do not like the version where they finish a circuit on their own ground and then come collect what they need.”Ronan checked the stone’s face with Garrick’s scrap in his hand. The bond sat low and tight, already aware of t

The tracking group left at first light.Three wolves. Distance only. No contact. Asher repeated the order until even the walls could have recited it. Find the new line. Learn the destination. Come back.The camp did not settle after they were gone. Inner screens doubled. Watch rotations shortened. People moved like they expected the next blow to come through the gate instead of from a distant ring.I stayed in the command space because standing still in the yard made the raw bond feel louder. Ronan stayed too. Wren came and went with reports that all said the same thing. Quiet walls. Quiet east. Too quiet.Sable entered near midmorning with dust on her boots. “Outer posts are clean. No sign of a turn toward us. Whatever they are doing, they are doing it on that new line.”Asher looked up from the map. “That does not make me feel better.”“It should not,” she said. “A force that just abandoned a prepared ring and did not come here immediately is a force that has another plan already in

We ran.There was no argument and no second plan. The mill cut fell behind us with its cracked frames and unfinished rooms. The horn kept sounding in my head long after the real note had died.“How long to the walls,” I asked.The lead tracker did not waste breath on comfort. “Too long if they already have a hole. Fast enough if the inner screens held.”Ronan kept pace on my right, one sleeve dark from the cut he had taken in the room. “They waited until you left. That was the point of the cage. Pull the bloodline off the walls and open the third door behind her.”“I know.”One of the fighters supporting our wounded man spoke through his teeth. “If we stop to hide him we lose the camp.”“We do not stop,” I said. “We carry him and we run.”The west trees looked different on the way back. Every gap felt like a mouth. The bond sat tight and raw, pulling toward the walls instead of toward any stone.Wren’s absence was a physical fact now. So was Asher’s. So was Sable’s.The first sign of

Dawn made the yard look honest.I stayed in it on purpose. Not in the open center. Not hidden. Close enough to the command steps that anyone watching the camp would see the bloodline still inside the walls.Ronan stood a few paces off, close enough for the bond, far enough not to look like a shield. Asher walked the inner screens. Sable held the west and south posts. Wren was under healer order and had already been caught sitting up twice.The first hours stayed quiet.That was the part I trusted least.Sable came in from the south watch near midmorning with her mouth set. “No signal from the four. No pursuit sign on the return line. Either they are still in the cut or they are coming back carefully.”Asher did not look away from the yard. “And the west trees.”“Still empty. Too empty.”Ronan’s voice was low. “They are waiting to see if she stays visible long enough to believe it.”“Then they can keep looking,” I said.Wren appeared in the command doorway against every instruction she