All Chapters of REJECTED BY MY ALPHA HUSBAND : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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The First Time He Boldly Said “Mine”

LEAH DECKERThe creature's final warning echoed through my mind long after its body hit the frozen ground. The dark gods have already marked your soul.For a brief moment the battlefield seemed distant.The screams.The clash of steel.The howling wolves.Everything felt muffled beneath the pounding of my heart. Then reality rushed back all at once, a warrior charged toward me. I reacted instinctively. My sword met his, the impact jolted through my arm. Another attacked from my left, I ducked, turned and struck. The training grounds of Tombstone flashed through my mind.Every lesson.Every bruise.Every correction.Every hour Marten had spent teaching me.I was no longer the frightened Luna who had been cast into the wilderness. I was becoming something else, something stronger. My mind reminded me of that, around me the battle continued spreading across the mountainside. The five allied packs were finally realizing they had underestimated Tombstone. Their formation had shattered. The

The Lycan King And The Silver Flame

MARTEN HOLLANDThe full moon had met us.Leah turned to me, and I turned to her. For a single heartbeat, the war disappeared. The screams, the blood, the dying, the mountain. Everything faded beneath the silver glow pouring from the heavens. Her eyes reflected the moonlight. My chest tightened, not from my curse, not from pain, not from Varkai.From her.The woman standing beside me, the woman kingdoms wanted. The woman these woodlands were willing to slaughter thousands for. The woman I had declared mine before every living soul on this battlefield. A growl erupted from the surviving Alpha standing before us. His bones cracked, his body expanded. His flesh twisted violently. The transformation was savage, brutal, uncontrolled. Fur exploded across his skin. Claws burst from his fingers. His jaw elongated into a wolf's muzzle. The second Alpha followed immediately. Both monsters towered over ordinary wolves. Their eyes glowed crimson beneath the moonlight.Around us the battlefield tran

The Rising Of A Greater Beast

MARTEN HOLLANDEvery wolf on the battlefield looked toward the sky.Including me.The crimson clouds churned violently above the mountain as though the heavens themselves had been stirred into rage. The surviving Woodland wolves stopped retreating. Tombstone warriors lowered their weapons. Even the wounded seemed frozen by whatever was unfolding before us.Then the dead Alpha moved.My eyes snapped toward the corpse that lay near the broken cliffside.For a moment I thought it was some final twitch. Some lingering movement after death. I was wrong.The body convulsed.Bones cracked.The mountain trembled.A horrible scream erupted from his throat. Not human or wolf, something else.Something ancient.Something cursed.The dead Alpha's chest split open.Dark energy poured from the wound like black smoke. The surviving Woodland wolves immediately dropped to their knees. Fear covered their faces. One of them shouted. "He used the forbidden rite!" Another began praying.Several attempted t

The Rose That Brought Her Back

MARTEN HOLLANDThe mountain had fallen silent.Not completely silent. There were still groans from wounded warriors. The smell of blood still hung heavily in the cold air. Fires crackled among the destroyed camps of the Woodland Alliance. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled mournfully for the dead.But for me, none of it existed. It felt like nothing existed except Leah because of how she layed motionless in my arms. Her black hair spilled across my forearms. Her skin had become frighteningly pale.Blood stained the corner of her lips and nose. Every second that passed felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest. The warriors who had gone searching returned. Their expressions told me everything before they even spoke. My heart sank. "Alpha..."One of them knelt."We searched everywhere."I looked up sharply."Where is Maria?"The warrior lowered his head."We could not find her among the survivors."Something inside me froze.For a moment I couldn't breathe.Maria, Leah's chie

The Kiss That Changed Everything

MARTEN HOLLANDLeah was alive.That single truth drowned every other sound on the battlefield. The cheers of my warriors became distant. The groans of the wounded faded and the cold wind sweeping across the mountain no longer mattered. All I could feel was her trembling body against my chest. All I could hear was her breathing.Alive.Weak.But alive.I tightened my arms around her and closed my eyes for a brief moment.The battle was won.The enemy was broken.Yet none of it felt as important as this.Leah slowly stirred.Her fingers gripped my tunic.A small simple movement but it struck me harder than any victory I had ever achieved. Her lashes fluttered then her silver eyes opened but they were dimly staring at me. Confusion filled them. She looked around at the ruined battlefield, the fallen tents, the wounded warriors.The blood staining the snow.Then her eyes settled on me.For several seconds neither of us spoke. She simply stared as if confirming I was real, as if confirming

When The Sky Answered Us

MARTEN HOLLANDFor one impossible second the world froze.Then everything exploded.The sky split apart.Thunder cracked across the heavens.Every warrior on the mountain turned upwards in shock.A violent silver light erupted through the clouds. The ground shook, the air vibrated and ancient power surged through my veins.Leah gasped against my lips.The bond between us ignited so strongly that the very elements of this world felt it.Silver energy burst from her body.Golden energy erupted from mine.The two forces collided.Merged.Entwined.The sky above the battlefield became a storm of silver and gold.Gasps spread through Tombstone's warriors.Even the prisoners stared in horror.The clouds twisted violently.Lightning flashed.The mountain trembled.Yet neither Leah nor I could move.The bond held us together.Heart to heart.Soul to soul.Varkai roared.Aria answered.Their voices echoed inside my mind.Ancient and powerfully connected.The energies wrapped around us like livi

The Dead Who Bought Our Future

LEAH DECKERThe first thing I noticed was the silence, everywhere crept to stillness Not the silence of peace.The silence of exhaustion.The silence that comes after thousands of screams have finally died. The silence that followed bloodshed.I sat beside Marten as Tombstone's army began its march back home. Snow drifted across the mountain paths. The full moon still hung overhead, casting pale silver light upon the dead scattered across the battlefield behind us. The war was over.The Five Woodland Packs had fallen.Yet victory did not feel the way I once imagined it would. The scent of blood lingered in the wind. Bodies covered the mountainside. Broken weapons lay half buried beneath snow and mud.Men who had laughed around fires only days ago would never return home. I looked down at my hands.They were stained crimson. Not all of the blood belonged to enemies. Some belonged to warriors who had fought because of me, who had followed Marten because of me, who had died because of me.

The Maid Who Kept Her Promise

LEAH DECKERMarten gave a very heartfelt heroic speech that was very timely to his people, and to me the journey back to Tombstone felt different after we passed through the gates.The battlefield was behind us.The bloodshed was behind us.The screams, the roars, the clash of steel and claws were behind us.Yet somehow they still lingered inside me.The kingdom welcomed us as heroes.The warriors were received with cheers. The wounded were guided toward healers. The dead were carried carefully toward the preparation grounds where they would be honored beneath the full moon before burial. Everywhere I looked, servants moved quickly.Families searched the crowd. Children ran toward returning fathers.Mothers cried.Wives embraced husbands.Brothers reunited.Yet not every reunion ended in joy.Not every face found the one it searched for. The price of victory was written across the kingdom.I sat quietly beside Marten as we entered the inner courtyard.The exhaustion from the battle had

The Goodbye She Never Deserved

LEAH DECKERThe young maid remained on her knees before us, her head bowed so low it nearly touched the stone floor. Her hands trembled against her lap and I could see fear fighting with grief inside her. She looked barely older than a girl. A survivor. Another soul who had walked into that mountain expecting battle and returned carrying loss.I looked at her.Then at the rose.Then at Marten.Then everything shattered again. The tears I had tried so desperately to hold back slipped free. One after another.Warm, unstoppable and painful. I lowered my head. I hated crying.I hated it because it made loss feel real. Maria was real to me, she had been so real to me, she had fixed my dresses, made sure I was stable, that I slept well and I bothered less. She had stood beside me during some of the darkest days of my life.And now she was gone.Gone.The word struck harder than any blade. I just couldn’t deal with the fact that her death was real.Marten's hand remained on my shoulder.Stea

Sleep On, Faithful Servant

LEAH DECKERThe smell reached me before the room itself did.Blood, medicine, wet cloth, burnt flesh, death. My footsteps slowed as the maid led me through the stone corridors beneath Tombstone. The sounds of celebration above had become distant now. The victory chants. The cheers. The triumphant cries of warriors returning home.None of it belonged here.Down here, victory had a different face.Down here, victory bled.The maid remained silent beside me as we descended another flight of stairs. Her hands trembled slightly while carrying a lantern. I noticed it.Everyone was afraid, everyone was grieving, they had lost something on that mountain. The war was over, but the cost had only begun revealing itself.My chest tightened. I kept seeing Maria's face.Her smile.Her patience.The way she constantly fussed over me, how she adjusted my dresses. The way she encouraged me when I doubted myself, stood between me and my fears even when she had fears of her own.The guilt was becoming u

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