All Chapters of Rejected and Torn between Alphas : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Tristan’s POV~~ “Summon Healer Ragnar to my cottage immediately!” I ordered through gritted teeth, and my fist slightly curled into a ball. “My Alpha, if she had escaped through here, that means we can still catch up with her using our wolf speed,” Andrian suggested, and it sounds like a good idea to me."Okay, then, that sounds like a nice suggestion. Let's do this!” My eyes traveled between the two. I took the lead and climbed down the stairs leading down to a horizontal tunnel. It was pitch black; the human eye wouldn’t be able to see through it. We all transformed into our various wolves. With our eyes, just like two glowing orbs, like a tiny moon hidden in the shadows pierced through the dark tunnel, illuminating our way ahead as we keep sniffing to find the scents around the walkway. “Did you catch any scents?” I opened the mind link to breeze into their mind. “I do catch an interesting scent, but it was slightly,” Xavier answered, still using his nose to sniff and explore

Tristan’s POV~~He has passed out for the past three hours, and he has yet to come back to consciousness. That’s the outcome of being at the mercy of my wrath. The strongest warrior in my pack will be like a helpless soul caught in the storm of my anger, trembling under the weight of my wrath. More reason: I prefer to keep things peaceful and harmonious in my pack. I don't enjoy revealing my wrath to them. I do that when it is needed, just like what kept healer Ragnar unconscious. “My Alpha, we have searched around the pack barriers and even went deep inside the woods, but there is no sign of her, nor did we perceive her scent,” the hunter-wolf leader bowed in front of me after their fruitless search of Callista. “She isn’t anywhere near this pack.” My voice carried a hint of emotion, judging from the fact that Callista was gone and never going to come back. “Order the rest of the hunter wolves to come back to the pack,” I said to him. "Okay, my Alpha,” he responded and turned to l

Third-person POV_FLASHBACK_“You have just one mission there,” Kieran Logan said to his son, his eyes blazing with fury. “Yes father,” sixteen years old Tristan Logan responded, his eyes fixed on his father, Kieran Logan, the Alpha of the Midnight Mirage pack. “You have to kill him. I want him to die in your hand,” his voice laced with disgust. You would possibly tell from his tone that he had so much hatred towards whoever he had told his son to kill. “Father, I promise to do as you have told me. I am stronger than their Alpha, Damian Ironclaw. We will surely take that title from them.” Tristan smiled and said boastfully as his head bowed in submission to his father. A smile appeared on Kieran’s lips. “I trust you my son,” a wicked smirk appeared at the corner of his lips. “Let’s show them who we are. Let’s take the title of the strongest pack from them!” Kieran growled thunderously in his Alpha voice, shaking the ground they all stood on. He turned to the warriors that were s

Cassius’ POV~~Second day of the conference. We were all sitting down on a fur-covered couch behind a sturdy, rustic table crafted from weathered wood adorned with intricate carvings of wolves, moons, and ancient symbols. The surface of the table was scarred and worn, bearing the marks of countless gatherings. The tables’ legs are shaped like tree trunks. “Let’s observe a minute of silence for the demise of Alpha Damian Ironclaw, Alpha of the Wolfsong Dominion Pack,” a gray-haired old man announced as a hush fell over the conference room, obeying the order of the old man. The man is one of the council of elders of a neighboring pack in our county. He was wearing a large knee-length jacket that was slightly open to reveal his sun-baked, bare chest, loose pants, and combat shoes. A typical dressing for elder wolves. He was seated among the other pack’s elders. The majority of them have lines on their weathered faces that tell the tale of their old ages. I always attend the Annual A

Warning: Adult Scene DescriptionSelene’s POV~~ “Why do you always talk to me like I am nothing to you anytime he is present?” Garret’s voice carried a bit of disappointment, and his face was etched with gloom. A frown creased my forehead. “Are you seriously saying this?” I scowled softly. “You should treat me the same way you’re treating him.” His voice now reeks of jealousy. “Huh.” My gaze was fixed on him. “It seems you don’t value your life, right?” I gave him a questioning stare. “And what has that gotten to do with my life?” “You know how cruel Cassius can be, right?. Did you want him to know that something is going on between us?” My voice was a bit raised. He was really getting on my nerves this time around. “It’s not that. I just feel jealous of the way you both do and how you get easily irritated with the slightest I do,” he responded, sounding like I was in the wrong. I chuckled. “It's so obvious that you are jealous. You don't have to be because he is my mate, so d