Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Hybrid: The Alpha Wants Us Back: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

The road to Vault Pack wound through rugged terrain—jagged cliffs, towering pines, and stretches of silence broken only by the wind slicing through the mountain air. It was a land carved by time and forgotten storms, its narrow valleys and dark, iron-hued rock formations giving it an otherworldly feel. Daniella had read about Vault Pack in briefing scrolls, but nothing quite prepared her for the sheer gravity of the land itself. It was as if the mountains had closed around it, guarding secrets behind stone gates.They were halfway through the journey when the convoy came to a sputtering halt.Smoke hissed from beneath the hood of the lead vehicle, a sleek black SUV modified for high-altitude travel. Dalton, who’d been navigating, climbed out with a sigh. Beta Marcus was already at the front, sleeves rolled, eyes narrowed at the engine.“Looks like the radiator’s shot,” Marcus muttered. “Could’ve been a loose mount on the descent.”Dalton frowned. “Can we fix it here?”Elora, Gamma of

Dalton and the others watched as Elora and Lucien returned to the hall, and as Alpha, he couldn’t deny the bond radiating between them, it was potent, almost metallic in its pull—clear as day to his senses, especially with Elora bound to him by blood and pack.“Elora,” he said in a low voice that only she could hear, “walk with me for a moment?”Elora blinked, then gave Lucien a small, reassuring nod. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and though her hand was reluctant to leave his, she let it slip from his grasp.Dalton led her down a quieter corridor. Once they were alone, he turned to face her, arms crossed.“Elora,” he said, voice unusually serious. “Talk to me. About him. About this.”She stiffened for a heartbeat before letting out a breath. “You saw it.”“I did,” he said. “And I’ve never seen you like that.”Elora looked away, one hand brushing her loose hair behind her ear. “I didn’t expect it. Not here. Not with him. But I felt something, Alpha.”His eyes narrowed slightly. “Wha

Some hours after Dalton ended the call with his father, the sound of rotors began to echo over the cliffs.Elora stood near the edge of the overlook, her hands clenched tightly in front of her chest, her heart hammering with anticipation. The night had fallen deep and soft around the Vault Pack, and the moon cast a silvery glow over the ocean below, bathing the landscape in ethereal light.Then, in the distance, the helicopter’s lights broke through the darkness.Dalton joined her side, his hand gently resting on the small of her back. “That’s her,” he said quietly.Elora nodded, unable to speak. Emotion clogged her throat. As the helicopter descended onto the clearing near the Vault Pack’s guest quarters, a gust of wind blew back Elora’s hair, and she could feel tears already brimming in her eyes.The blades slowed, the side door opened—and out stepped her mother. The moment her eyes met her daughter’s, her expression cracked. Her lips trembled.“Elora,” she breathed.“Mum.”Elora w

The sky was still a bruise of indigo and slate when Elora stepped out into the courtyard, the crisp bite of morning air stinging her cheeks. Mist hung low over the trees, ghosting over the stone pathways. Behind her, the great hall was quiet now—emptied of revelry, echoing with the laughter and music of a night that had already begun to fade into legend.Lucien stood beside her, warm and steady, his coat wrapped over her shoulders. But it was the sight ahead of them that tugged at her heart.Dalton was the first she saw, he was loading the last of the travel packs into the dark vehicle that idled near the gate. His movements were brisk, but his face was lined with the fatigue of too little sleep and too much responsibility.Daniella leaned against the passenger door, arms crossed over her chest, her soft features drawn in the gentle light. Marcus stood near the driver’s side, speaking in low tones with two guards from Riverdale, his hair ruffling in the cold breeze. There was an air o

As Dalton and his group approached, the great lodge doors swung open with a low creak. Out stepped a man tall as a mountain and just as solid. His silver-streaked hair shimmered in the firelight, thick and bound at the nape of his neck. Beside him stood a woman equally striking, her skin weather-kissed and her long braid a cascade of ash-blond. They were flanked by elders wrapped in heavy cloaks of snow fox fur and adorned with bone and silver trinkets that clinked softly in the cold breeze.“Alpha Dalton,” he said, his voice deep and warm, reaching to clasp Dalton’s forearm in a firm, brotherly grip. “Welcome to Silverpine.”“Alpha Kyle,” Dalton returned with a grin. “Still as dramatic as ever.”The man laughed. “Only when it’s earned. And this visit, you’ve earned a full storm.” He then turned to Daniella, his expression shifting with deference and something near reverence. “And Luna Daniella. We are deeply honored by your presence.”Daniella smiled and bowed her head respectfully,