All Chapters of Rejected Billionaire Alpha: Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

“You’re sure it’s her?” Dylan asked. Nyra didn’t blink. “I felt her magic. She’s here. In Bunga.” Rachel stepped forward. “You said she’s not alone. Who’s with her?” Nyra looked between them. “Someone older. Stronger.” “Stronger than her?” Dylan asked. Nyra nodded. “He carries the scent of ancient blood. Something that shouldn’t exist.” Rachel swallowed. “Do they want me?” Nyra’s eyes narrowed. “They want to *awaken* you.” “I thought I was already awakening,” Rachel said. “Not fully,” Nyra replied. “They want to force it.” “What happens if they do?” Dylan asked. Nyra looked at Rachel. “She loses control.” --- The woman in crimson kneeled before a man cloaked in shadow. His eyes were molten gold, face hidden beneath a hood. “She’s resisting,” she said. “She won’t for long.” “She’s bonded to the wolf.” “I know.” “Should we separate them?” The man smiled. “No. Let him watch her become something he can’t control.” --- Rachel paced. “So what do I do

The halls were quiet. Too quiet. Dylan moved through them fast, his black coat billowing behind him. Nyra flanked his left, her palm already glowing faintly with silver runes. A silent alert had come from one of Dylan’s hidden security failsafes—one he’d embedded into Stacy’s school locker months ago without telling her. “Cameras went dead five minutes ago,” he said. “Magical interference,” Nyra replied. “She’s masking herself.” “I can still smell her.” They turned the final corner—and stopped cold. The woman in crimson stood at the end of the hallway, heels clicking slowly on the tile, her hair coiled high, her lips painted blood. She was alone. Or so it seemed. Dylan’s jaw clenched. “Where’s Stacy?” The woman smiled. “Safe.” “You don’t get to be near her.” “You brought her into this,” she replied. “Not me.” Nyra stepped forward. “You’ve crossed a line.” The woman’s smile widened. “Have I? Or has she?” Her gaze turned sharper. “The girl who wears Elira’s

Rachel gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles pale against the wood. “She wasn’t alone.”Dylan raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. “You mean at the execution?”Rachel nodded slowly. “Someone was there. A man. Tall. Cloaked in gold and black. He stood behind the crowd. He never moved. Just… watched.”Nyra leaned forward, her brow furrowed. “The Executioner?”“No,” Rachel said firmly. “She didn’t fear him. She looked right at him. Not with fear. With *recognition*. She *knew* him. Right before the flames reached her, she found him in the crowd.”“What did she say?” Dylan asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Rachel's throat tightened, but she forced the words out. “She whispered… ‘You were supposed to protect me.’”Dylan’s jaw clenched, and his fists tightened at his sides. “Who the hell was he?”“I don’t know,” Rachel said, voice quiet. “But I’ve seen his eyes before. Not in the memory. Recently.”Nyra froze. “Describe them.”Rachel met her gaze, the image burned into her mind.