All Chapters of Rejected and Torn between Alphas : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Maximus’ POVIt felt strange to me how this woman’s voice sent pangs of fear throughout my body. I raised my head to meet her gaze. Her eyes, that swirling storm of green like emeralds meeting deep purple amethyst, locked onto me. It was like staring into a bottomless pit—a pit that promised oblivion. “Are you f***king deaf? She scowled. "Who are you?” The woman yelled this time in her old, weathered voice as she hit me with the gnarled staff in her hand. I felt a touch of fear ripple through me at the impact. It wasn’t the staff that sent a jolt of terror through me; it was the power buzzing from it.My breath hitched, a strangled gasp in the heavy air. My muscles, before tense with fear, turned to jelly. I wanted to run, to scream, to do anything to break free from the invisible chains that held me captive. A cold sweat slicked my skin, turning my clothes clammy and clinging. Shame burned hot in my throat, a bitter ember of humiliation at being reduced to a trembling mess. If I had

Back at the Wolfsong Dominion pack. Cassius’ POV~~It's been more than fifteen hours since Max and the warriors left with healer Aric in search of the moon goddess. My head shifted to the window, and the sun creeped in, painting a skinny line on the dusty floor. Same as yesterday. Same as every day for six months. This bed, these walls—they're my whole world now. My muscles, once strong, yell every time I try to move.Will it ever stop? This weakness, this feeling like a trapped animal? Healers came, mumbled stuff, and left me with bitter concoctions that did little more than lull me into a restless sleep. But there's someone that Max had told me, a story carried on the wind—a woman deep in the woods, a witch, they say.Witches used to scare me—those stories of hags and dark rituals. Now, it's like a light in the dark, a promise of something more. They say she can fix what's broken—what the healers and shamans couldn't. Doubt stings, like a tiny snake in my chest. Can I trust these w

Callista’s POV“Meet me in my office; we have a mission,” I uttered through the mind link to Andrian. “Wolfsong Dominion pack?” He quizzed through the mind link, “Yes, the mission is now,” I answered affirmatively. “Okay, I'm on my way,” he replied. I hastened my pace and headed straight down to the Alpha’s palace. I got there in no time and pushed open the door. “Oh, you got here before me.” My gaze fixed on Andrian, who seemed to have gotten to the office a moment ago. He nodded his head. “I'm always at your service,” I giggle softly. “Trust you for that,“So, tell me, Alpha, do you want me to make a war plan?” He asked as soon as I took a seat in front of him. A war plan? “Is that really necessary? They can’t be prepared for our coming; even if they are, they can’t be on par with us,” I said as a matter of fact.“That's a fact, Alpha, but I take an interest in pre-war planning and strategy.”"Yeah, I know that, but I don't think it's really necessary right now,” I countered

Maximus’ POVA few hours earlier, “My Alpha, it is just as the witch said. There is an Alpha Queen that rules the Midnight Mirage Pack.” I explained the outcome of our search to Alpha Cassius. “An Alpha Queen? How is that possible?” His brow furrowed on the sick bed. “Did you get to know her name?” He asked, and each word came out with so much difficulty. I shook my head negatively. “We didn't, my Alpha; our sources said they only refer to her as Alpha Queen,” I replied with my gaze fixed on the floor. Even though he was sick, he still has that Alpha aura around him. He took a forced breath. “This is crazy,”“We also get from our sources that she came into power two years ago and turned around the history of Southern Wolf County; they all worship her, and no pack would dare wage a war against her Queendom,” I explained. “Did you think she would heal me considering the fact that we had attacked her pack years ago?” Alpha Cassius voiced his concern. “My Alpha, we don’t know, but w

Callista’s POV~~A tremor ran through me. News about Dahlia’s death hit me like a second blow. I shut my eyes, the image of Dahlia flashing behind my eyelids. I reflected back, moment by moment, on her kind heart. I was a fool. I never trusted her to say that she couldn’t do such things to me.She should have just told me things. I noticed her the night I was framed. She looked frightened and seemed like something was disturbing her, but I didn’t ask what it was. I should have asked her. Well, the deed has been done. Shame, a heavy weight, settled in my gut for the first time. The thirst for vengeance had blinded me. Dahlia hadn't been a villain, just another pawn in Selena’s cruel game. I never suspected her. She was a lion in sheep's clothing. I knew it was too good to be true for her not to feel hatred towards me for making her mate reject her. Oh poor Dahlia, a single tear escaped, tracing a warm path down my cheek. Grief, raw and unexpected, threatened to drown me. But as quick