บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha's Rejected Mate: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The bond split in two directions and stayed that way.Sienna stood in the center of the private wing and tracked both threads. One pulled hard toward the courtyard line—controlled aggression, the weight of Lucas holding a formal confrontation in the open. The other ran sharper and closer to pain, angled toward the medical approach where the fighting had no political language to soften it.Harris’s voice came over the hallway radio in fragments.“Courtyard line holding. Merrick’s group stopped short of contact. They’re demanding access to the stores under emergency claim. Alpha is answering in person.”A pause.“Medical approach is fully engaged. Rylan’s group hit with numbers. Two of ours down. Requesting immediate support.”Sienna’s hands curled at her sides. The bond flared on the medical side—impact, speed, a hard spike of pain that made her breath catch. Lucas had left the courtyard line. He was moving to the closer, bloodier fight.She paced the length of the room once, then forc

The doors held through the first hour.Sienna listened to the intermittent impacts from the stairwell while she repacked Lucas’s thigh wound. The bleeding had slowed but not stopped. His skin was too warm. The bond carried a low, constant drag of pain and the sharper awareness that the private wing now had no safe exit.Harris reported from the barred entrance every twenty minutes. Rylan’s group had settled into a waiting pattern—pairs rotating, no full assault, no retreat. Merrick’s wolves controlled the main stairs and the corridor below. The two forces were not openly coordinating, but the effect was the same. The private wing was sealed from both directions.Lucas lay propped against the headboard, eyes open, tracking every sound from the hallway.“They’re not trying to break the doors yet,” he said. “They’re waiting for the lack of food, medical supplies, and reinforcements to do the work. Siege is cleaner than a direct fight when the target is already bleeding.”Sienna finished

The hours before dawn moved without mercy.Sienna checked the remaining ammunition and the field knives Harris had distributed. Eight mobile wolves inside the wing, two of them already wounded. The bars on the main doors had been reinforced with everything that could be torn from the furniture and braced. The utility riser was sealed from the inside. There was no clean exit left—only the decision to hold or break.Lucas refused to remain on the bed. He sat in the chair near the door to the hallway, sidearm within reach, the worst of the bandages hidden under a dark shirt that did not disguise how carefully he breathed. The bond carried the continuous drag of pain and the colder focus of a man who had already accepted the shape of the morning.Harris reported for the last time at the door.“No change in their pattern. Rylan’s group is still rotating in pairs. Merrick’s wolves hold the lower stairs and the corridor. They’re not talking to each other that we can hear, but they’re not get

The blade at Rylan’s throat did not move.Lucas’s arm shook from blood loss, but his eyes stayed locked on Merrick. The bond carried the full strain of keeping Rylan pinned while the larger threat spread across the threshold. Sienna pushed herself off the wall, wrist throbbing, and took her place again on Lucas’s left. Harris and the remaining loyal scouts closed ranks as best they could in the blood-slick hallway.Merrick stepped fully into the room. His fighters held position behind him, not yet advancing, but the numbers were clear. The private wing had no more doors to close.“You are finished here, Lucas,” Merrick said. His voice was calm, almost reasonable. “The stores are under north-hall control. The outer rotations no longer answer to you. The lower ranks have watched you bleed for a claim while the pack lost ground by the day. End it. Release Rylan. Dissolve the claim. Walk away with whatever wolves still choose to follow you. The alternative is a slaughter that leaves nothi

Lucas did not wake until the afternoon.Sienna stayed in the chair beside the bed through the remaining hours of the morning, changing the thigh bandage whenever the bleeding pushed through and tracking the slow, heavy pull of the bond. Harris came and went with updates. The north hall had been secured without further bloodshed. Most of Merrick’s fighters had stood down once the logs and the scout’s testimony circulated. A few had disappeared into the outer grounds with Rylan’s surviving wolves. The stores were back under loyal control. The lower ranks were quiet, watchful, and waiting to see whether the Alpha would live long enough to hold what the night had cost.When Lucas finally opened his eyes, the first thing he did was look for her.“Still here,” she said.“Good.” His voice was scraped raw. He tested a breath, then another, and accepted the limits of the damaged ribs without comment. “Status.”“Merrick and Rylan are in separate deep cells under double watch. Harris has the nor