All Chapters of Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By The Alpha King: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

I woke to cold air biting my skin and a pain in my neck like I’d slept wrong for days. My eyelids felt weighted, my mouth dry and tasting of something metallic and wrong. I blinked, forcing my eyes open against the dim light that made my head throb, and the world slowly swam into focus around me.Stone walls, slick with moisture. A rough wooden desk directly in front of me. The prickling burn of wolfsbane against my wrists, which I realised with a jolt were bound to the arms of the chair I sat in. The silver cuffs gleamed in the low light of the single lantern on the desk, their surfaces etched with patterns that made my stomach turn, protection runes, the kind meant to contain a wolf’s power.I wasn’t alone.“Ah, she’s awake.” The voice came from behind the desk, feminine and tinged with a satisfaction that made my skin crawl.I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat. Across from me sat a woman I’d only see

I wasn’t sure how many days I’d been here. Time blurred together, marked only by the injections that set my blood on fire and Sera’s increasingly frequent visits to my cell. Days, certainly. Maybe weeks. The cave walls offered no clues, the single lantern that provided my only light never dimming or brightening to mark the passage of time. All I knew was pain, agony that started in my veins and spread through my muscles until even breathing felt like being flayed alive.They’d given up on the silver cuffs after the first day. I’d struggled so hard against the restraints that I’d nearly dislocated both shoulders, my body fighting even as my mind remained trapped behind the glass wall Sera had built. Now they just kept me heavily drugged, the injections coming more and more frequently as the days passed.Each one hurt worse than the last, the liquid burning through my veins like acid. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the h

I sat in the chair beside Amelia’s bed, my back a stiff line of tension, my hand carefully wrapped around her cold fingers. Twelve hours. Twelve hours since we’d found her in that clearing, kneeling naked and vacant beneath the blood moon. Twelve hours of watching her chest rise and fall in the shallow rhythm of drugged sleep, of counting each breath as if it might be her last.The medical wing was quiet at this hour, the only sounds the soft beeping of monitors tracking Amelia’s heartbeat, the occasional click of equipment, and my own ragged breathing. I hadn’t left this room since carrying her through the palace doors, my queen’s limp body cradled against my chest, her copper hair tangled across my arm.She looked smaller now, diminished beneath the tangle of leads and wires that tracked her vitals. An IV ran into her arm, delivering a careful mixture of medications designed to help her body clear the poison from her system. Her skin was still unnaturally pale, freckles standing out

I walked through a forest that wasn’t a forest, the trees bending toward me like they were alive, like they knew me. Their branches reached out with gentle curiosity, leaves brushing against my arms with feather-soft touches. At first, it felt comforting—nature welcoming me home—but something was wrong. I blinked, and the world shifted.The leaves touching my skin weren’t leaves at all but fingers—thousands of them, sprouting from the branches, reaching with desperate hunger. I jerked away, stumbling backward into the trunk of another tree. This one, too, reached for me, bark cracking open to reveal rows of tiny, needle-like teeth. I screamed, but no sound emerged from my throat.Everything around me was changing, corrupting. Flowers dripped what looked like blood onto the grass below. The ground beneath my feet softened, then liquified, each step sinking me deeper into what felt like quicksand. Leaves dissolved into sand, then ash, then nothing at all. Trees writhed like wounded anim

The drugs burned through our body like liquid fire, trapping me beneath layers of consciousness I couldn’t penetrate. I pushed against the barrier between us, my copper fur standing on end with frustration as Amelia remained beyond my reach. Something was happening to her—something terrible—and I couldn’t get to her through the chemical haze that separated us.‘AMELIA!’ I howled, the sound echoing through the empty space of our shared mind. ‘FIGHT!’But she couldn’t hear me. The door between us remained firmly shut, slammed by whatever poison the Voice had forced into our system. I paced the confines of my prison, a sleek copper wolf with emerald eyes that matched my human’s, my powerful body trembling with rage and helplessness. Through the thin membrane separating us, I could see fragments of what was happening to Amelia. She was dreaming—no, not dreaming, trapped in some vision the Voice had created. She ran through a twisted forest, trees reaching for