Todos los capítulos de The Rejected Alpha: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

By the time Aleric crossed the threshold of his assigned quarters, the pain had escalated into a white-hot agony. Slamming the heavy wooden door behind him, he tore at his clothes, shredding the fabric in his haste as he violently shifted into his massive, midnight-black wolf. He collapsed onto the thick, fluffy rug at the foot of the bed, curling his immense frame into a tight, desperate ball. It was the only way to muffle the searing torment clawing through his chest.​Two minutes later, the door banged open. Jason barged right in without knocking, again. Only then did Aleric realize that, in his blind panic to escape the banquet hall, he had forgotten to throw the deadbolt.​Jason froze in the doorway, the words dying in his throat as he took in the horrifying sight of his Alpha collapsed on the floor, transformed and writhing in silent, agonizing waves. Snapping out of his shock, Jason spun around, slammed the door shut, and locked it before rushing across the room. He dropped to

ALERIC​Present Day​When Jason mind-linked me, I had assumed he and Zachary were finally done grinding through the mountain of paperwork in my office, that they had flagged what needed amendment, sorted the residential contracts, and were calling for my final signature.​I was dead wrong.​Instead, Jason insisted I needed to get my ass down to the northern perimeter immediately. I knew for a fact there hadn't been any rogue incursions reported along that sector, and a surge of irritation flared in my chest. Why the hell couldn't my Beta handle a simple border disturbance without crying for the Alpha? Naturally, Axel was equally pissed, snarling and pacing in the back of my mind, furious at being ripped away from the hospital where our real focus and our mate lay sleeping.​Without wasting a single breath, I shifted into my massive black wolf, tearing through the forest and covering the distance in a blur of motion. As I approached the northern tree line, I ducked behind a thick clust

OLIVIAIn all my twelve years as a pack physician, I had never encountered a single soul who could tilt the entire axis of the Howling Moon pack with zero effort the way Mirabel did.​She had been locked away in our ICU unit for a little over a month now, and the collective anxiety of the pack was suffocating. But Aleric? Aleric was dangerously close to driving me completely, certifiably insane. At his worst points during those first few weeks, it was genuinely difficult to discern whether the patient or the Alpha was the one who needed emergency psychiatric admission.​Everyone in the inner circle saw what was staring them right in the face from day one, everyone, that is, except the stubborn idiot himself.​The first few days after she was brought in, Aleric had completely fallen apart. He outright refused to function, abandoning his administrative duties, skipping meals, and maintaining a relentless, unblinking vigil by her bedside.​I couldn’t entirely blame the poor bastard. Deep

ALERICThe high-stakes diplomatic summit in the remote Xalie Valley had dragged on for three excruciating days, longer than I had ever anticipated or had the patience to endure. Not only were the council elders interrogating me for my swift, ruthless dismantling of the Rufous Moon pack, but they were actively trying to pin the blame on me for the shadow war currently brewing between the regional covens, werebears, and our own kind.​If I had caved to my initial impulse and sent Jason in my place, those self-righteous vultures wouldn't have just succeeded in scapegoating us; they would have slapped the Howling Moon pack with severe, punitive sanctions. Not that a few political threats would ever genuinely compromise my territory, but my presence had been necessary. I had a few long-overdue grievances of my own to air, and what better venue to lay down the law than right in front of the high council? Besides, Jason lacked the cold, predatory authority required to properly terrorize thos

JASON​That diplomatic summit should have wrapped up a full day earlier if the regional elders weren't so pathologically monotonous. A simple, straightforward consensus regarding the Rufous Moon takeover would have saved everyone a migraine, but no, they had to drag it out through sheer stubbornness. Certain provincial Alphas took offense to our border policies, triggering endless reviews, petty trade-offs of unwarranted blame, and endless, soul-numbing recesses that bled right into a second day. It was an excruciating waste of time.​Honestly, I hadn't expected Aleric to stick it out to the bitter end. He practically had zero patience when dealing with bureaucratic red tape, but nothing about our Alpha's behavior lately followed the old rules. He kept surprising me, though, to be fair, he spent half the summit openly brooding and whining about wasting time he would rather spend with his unconscious mate.​The moment our convoy crossed back into Howling Moon territory, we ran a quick