All Chapters of Rejected and Torn between Alphas : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Third-person POV_FLASHBACK_“I won’t take pity on you weaklings,” Damian Ironclaw, the Alpha of the midnight Mirage pack, voice sliced through the silence, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of desperation as he led his warriors with a determined stride. His fur, a sleek coat of silver, rippled with power and determination as he approached the border of the Midnight Mirage pack with his wolf warriors, whose eyes gleamed with anticipation for the battle ahead. Across the woods, with towering trees, the Midnight Mirage pack’s warriors awaited their fate. They were led by Sterling Stone, their Alpha, as they braced themselves for the inevitable clash with the Wolfsong Dominion pack. But deep down, they knew they were outmatched. Their numbers were fewer, and their strength was no match for the sheer might of Damian's pack.Beside Sterling was Kieran Logan, his beta; he is known for his wisdom and diplomacy. His gaze was fixed on the approaching threat. The tension in the air was palp

Callista’s POV~~ “We will go meet daddy soon,” I replied, holding her hands as I turned back to Lily and Shaman Magnus. At the sight of them. A megawatt smile appeared on my face. They have made this possible for me, without them I don’t think I would be able to be here right now. They have kept me going when I felt hopeless. They are the only family I have now and I must reward them for what they have gone through for me and Jessica. In split seconds, I found myself running towards Shaman Magnus and in a twinkle of an eye I was already in his open arms ready to receive me. I hugged him tightly to myself like a daughter would do to her father. He has been more than a father to me in the last few years that we have been together. “Thank you Shaman Magnus,” I uttered with a gratitude filled voice. “I’m happy you finally have what belongs to you,” he said, his voice tinged with emotion. “It’s all thanks to you Shaman, thanks for standing by me all through thick and thin,” I added.

Callista’s POV~~ “It—its Alpha Tristan?” He pointed in the direction of the dungeon. “What happened to him?” I demanded with curiosity etched on my face. Even though he has done something wrong to me, I still don’t want anything bad to happen to him yet. I want him to go through the hell I passed through while in that dungeon. “I—I think he is dead.” “Dead?” I felt a pang of pain shoot through me. No way; he can’t be. “We will be right back.” I turned to Jessica, who looked so confused. “Let’s go, Andrian,” I ordered as we scurried out of the dining room and headed to the dungeon, which was a long distance from the main pack houses. I had wondered why it was situated at that location, which is very far from the pack’s cottages. As we go into the dungeon, the memory of the last time I found myself here replays itself in my head. The torment I went through from the hands of the guards, Delta Elowen, and Tristan himself. The agony of being force-fed like a prisoner. The thought of

Callista’s POV~~ The orange hue from the sun shines brightly into the room, casting a warm and soft glow in the room. It felt peaceful and promised a good day ahead. I stretched out on the bed as my bones made tiny snaps, like a gentle percussion of joints readjusting and releasing tension. I felt like not leaving the bed, but then I remembered that Andrian and I have a lot up our sleeve today. Just like Lily had said, it’s not easy being an Alpha and also a mother. The responsibilities are overwhelming, but it’s not like I have a choice. The only people Jessica felt safe around were Lily and Shaman Magnus. But with time, she will get used to the maids. I crawled out of bed, avoiding waking Jessica from her sleep. I quietly walked into the bathroom to take a shower. After I was done, I used a fluffy towel to wrap my wet hair. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at the reflection of myself. A smile crept up on my lips, remembering how far I have come since I lost my father. I fe

Cassius’ POV~~ If there had been anything to be done to bring her back, I would have willingly done it to be with Callista. It’s been five years, and I can’t seem to get her off my mind. It’s like a persistent ache with a haunting melody that plays on repeat. It’s like a shadow that lingers, a ghostly press that refuses to fade into the background. Have you ever imagined the ache of longing—a relentless yearning that always grips the heart with icy fingers? I have been through hell a lot of times. I always felt the ache, whispering of a presence lost to the void. The thought that she would have been dead also crashed on me. The weight of her absence bears heavily on me. I was responsible for it all. If she was dead, I was the cause of it. This isn’t a statement of fact. She is probably dead. No omega would survive for a whole five years. Will I ever find solace in this endless night, or am I condemned to dance with phantoms in the realm of what-ifs? Oh, moon goddess, if she had bee