All Chapters of The Alpha’s Obsession with the Rejected Mate: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Helena The corridor outside my chambers remains swallowed in uneasy silence as Aspyn and I continue moving through the sleeping wing of the packhouse.Only the distant pulse of celebration follows us now. Faint music rises and falls through the walls while occasional bursts of laughter still echo from the ceremonial grounds far behind us. The contrast of environment almost feel unreal considering the tension winding tighter through my chest with every step.But my pace remain brisk as my mind race endlessly beneath the calm mask I force onto my face. Aspyn hurries after me without a word, clutching the folds of her gown tightly as though afraid she might collapse if she lets go of it.We pass through the wing opposite the celebration grounds where the halls are nearly deserted. I only see a pair of sleepy servants crossing toward the kitchens. They lower their heads respectfully at the sight of me and continue on without the faintest suspicion."Walk faster my dear," I mutter quietly

SeraThe feast stretches deeper into the night without a sign of slowing.More gifts continue arriving before Aeron and me long after the blessings of the elders conclude. Servants carry forward carved relics, expensive pelts, and sealed chest filled with gold from allied packs wishing to honor the continuation of the Nighbane bloodline.Every offering continues to be met with applause and raised goblets while musicians continue to fill the air with lively melodies.At some point, the celebration loses all restraint, and wine flow endlessly.The warriors laugh very loudly now, and nobles now lean too close across tables as they tell exaggerated stories while slurring over half their words. Some of the older pack members now begin to sing old hunting songs while dignitaries clap along in poor rhythm.The entire ceremonial garden becomes soaked in wine and immense pleasure.Through it all, Aeron remains seated beside me. Sometimes he speaks with elders or laughs with commanders. But he

HelenaAspyn's grip around my arms tightens somewhat painfully as another enormous figure passes us carrying what looks disturbingly like the carcass of an unfortunate wild beast. The creature barely spares us a glance before disappearing into one of tents lit by roaring fire pits.I can practically feel Aspyn trembling beside me."Easy now," I murmur quietly, placing my hand over hers for a brief moment. "No harm comes to you unless it reaches me first."She turns toward me immediately, searching my face as though trying to desperately hold onto something steady within this monstrous place. Her breathing remains uneven, but she nods all the same.I smile faintly."Stay close," I tell her before continuing after the driver.The deeper we move into Grimward territory, the heavier the atmosphere around us becomes. Massive fires crackle violently against the cold night wind while beastly shadows continue to move endlessly beyond them.Everywhere I look, enormous yellow eyes gleam through

Helena"What do you mean?"Julian leans lazily against the edge of the blackwood desk, studying me with eyes far too calm for the cruelty unfolding around us."You're going to choose," he said in a conversational tone.Then he gestures lightly toward Graven. "Him? The man who helped reconnect you to your beloved sons."His eyes slid toward Aspyn, the expression on his face twisting faintly with irritation before he points at her as though she is something unpleasant dragged in from the dirt."Or her, the mere thing."Lucian exhales slowly beside him, his gaze remaining fixed on me."The choice is yours, Mother," he says in a quieter voice. "Consider this a gift we offer you. It's been a while."The word settle over the room like poison, and my throat tightens instantly.I slowly turn my head toward Aspyn. She is still being restrained by the wolf-headed creatures, her body trembling so badly that even her knees struggle to hold steady beneath her. I can see the tears that continously

SeraI sit quietly at the edge of Aeron's bed with both hands clasped tightly together while servants move faintly beyond the corridor outside.The entire packhouse has become restless since the death of the servant girl. Everyone is a suspect now.My fingers drift unconsciously toward my stomach again.Is my child safe still there? I ask myself for the umpteenth time.A strange exhaustion weighs heavy through my body now. I cannot tell whether it comes from fear, the late hour, or the horrifying images still replaying endlessly in my mind.Every few seconds, I find myself listening to my own breathing as though expecting something inside me to suddenly feel wrong.The servant girl is dead, but I'm not. Why?The chamber doors open abruptly and Ketura enters. Her movements are hurried beneath the dark cloak thrown over her shoulders. A few strands of her silver-dark hair have escaped the braid resting against her back, and her face is drawn with concern as she reaches me."Sera," she g