All Chapters of Rejected For My Curves. Desired By The War Alpha : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The next day moved under a thin layer of forced normalcy.Callum and the eleven arrived under heavy escort before noon. They surrendered weapons without protest and were placed in a secured wing near the outer training yards. Sable handled the intake with quiet efficiency. No one in the main camp was given reason to invent new stories, though plenty of eyes still followed every movement.Ronan remained under guard as promised. He answered questions when asked and stayed out of the larger paths. The bond stayed present but quieter than the day before, as if it too was waiting to see what we would do with the truth it had forced into the open.I spent most of the morning with Garrick and a small group of the older called wolves, cross-checking every fragment that mentioned bonded pairs. The records were incomplete and often contradictory, but the pattern held. Shared ability was rare. It was also dangerous when forced. Most accounts ended the same way. The pairs who reached for it too

The first detailed report reached me less than two hours after the declaration.Callum delivered it himself under escort. Ronan stood near the wall of the small strategy room, arms folded, listening without interrupting. Garrick and Sable were already present. Asher arrived last and closed the door.Callum set a thin sheaf of notes on the table.“This is everything we could pull together before we left and everything the outer scouts have added since the declaration arrived,” he said. “It is not enough.”I picked up the top page. “Explain.”“The Regent has no recorded family name that anyone can verify. No pack of origin. No previous rank history inside Ashguard or any neighboring territory we have contacts in. He appears in the formal record for the first time three weeks before Ysolde was removed. By the time he took the seat, half the remaining council already treated his authority as settled.”Sable’s eyes narrowed. “People do not rise that cleanly without help.”“They do not,” Ca

First light had not yet fully cleared the trees when the smaller planning group reconvened.The large council had been reduced to the people who needed to shape the decision: Sable, Asher, Garrick, Ronan, Callum, Wren, and two of the senior Ironback runners who knew the outer ground best. The central map was back on the table, heavier now with new marks from the night’s work.Sable wasted no time.“Fallback positions are identified three viable routes to move noncombatants if the outer lines fold. None of them are comfortable. All of them are better than being pinned here.”Asher nodded. “Alliance responses are in. Two smaller groups will hold with us. One is already pulling back to protect its own borders. The rest are waiting to see who bleeds first.”Callum set his own notes down. “The approach routes we marked overnight still stand. If the Regent’s command element is moving behind the main columns the way the old pattern suggests, there are two narrow windows where a small team co

Orders moved through the camp like a shock wave.I stood in the central yard as runners repeated the new timeline in every direction. Dawn. Not tomorrow night. Dawn. The carefully spaced preparations of the last two days collapsed into a handful of remaining hours.Sable appeared at my side, already armed for the outer lines.“Outer watch posts have been alerted. I am pulling the secondary patrols in closer so we do not lose them in the first push. The fallback routes for noncombatants are open. We start moving the most vulnerable groups now.”“Do it quietly where you can. Fast where you must.”Asher crossed the yard at a hard pace. “Alliance messengers are already gone. The two groups still with us know the timeline changed. They will hold the eastern approach as long as they can.”“And the ones who were waiting.”“They will not arrive in time to matter. We work with what is already inside the walls.”Ronan came under escort, Callum half a step behind him. The bond registered his pre

The heavier horn from the northwest had barely faded when the real noise arrived.It came as a rolling crash of bodies and metal, closer than the earlier exchanges. The outer choke points were no longer holding at the planned distance. Something had given.A runner nearly collided with the inner screen as he skidded into the command space.“Northwest line is folding faster than projected. They committed a second wave behind the first. Sable is pulling the survivors back to the secondary positions. She needs the reserve group now.”Asher was already moving. “I will take them myself. Keep the center screened.”He vanished into the flow of wolves heading toward the active side.Wren’s hand closed once around my forearm and then released. “We stay mobile. No fixed point they can aim at.”“Agreed.”Ronan stepped in closer without waiting for permission from the remaining guards. The bond tightened under my ribs, sharp and immediate.“They will use the collapse on the northwest to create mo