All Chapters of ALPHA REJECTION: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Jack's POV The first light of dawn stretches over the camp, casting a soft, gray glow across the clearing. I shift on the hard ground, my body stiff from sleeping under the open sky. My head still feels heavy from the dream, a dream I can’t shake. Jenna was there, fighting beside me in a war against the humans. I remember every detail, her eyes fierce, her stance strong. I’ve dreamed of battles before, but this was different. This was Jenna. Not the young, untested wolf I knew before, but someone powerful, someone who could stand by my side.As I stand and stretch, I try to shake off the feeling. Jenna has been in my past for so long that I thought I’d buried those memories. She was my fated mate, but I rejected her. A decision I had to make. She was young, weak, and I couldn’t see a future where she could protect herself in a world as dangerous as ours. I had thought it was for her own good—and for the good of the pack. But now, after that dream, I wonder if she’s grown stronger, if

Violet's POV I walk beside Jack at the head of the pack, my steps in sync with his, feeling strangely at ease. The tension that’s haunted me for weeks has lifted, and for once, my mind feels clear. I focus on the rhythm of our march, the sound of our footsteps, and the murmur of voices behind us. It feels like we’re all together in purpose, moving toward the same goal.But as we make our way deeper into the woods, a familiar chill creeps over me, one I’ve come to dread. The tether’s presence settles in my mind, icy and relentless, creeping in like a shadow I can’t shake. I try to push it away, but it’s too strong, and my steps falter, dragging me back. Soon, I find myself falling behind, drifting to the edge of the group.I don’t want to let him in, but his voice slithers into my thoughts, coiled with disdain. “So eager to walk away from what needs to be done?” His tone is sharp, tinged with anger. “I thought you wanted power, Violet. I thought you understood what that means.”I grit

Jenna's POVI sit on the edge of my bed, the soft glow of the setting sun spilling in through the window. Raina leans back, her arms behind her head, looking at me with a teasing smile. “You remember the first time we met?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.I laugh, nodding. “How could I forget? It was that awful customer, Mr. Williams.”Raina grins, shaking her head. “I remember. You looked like you were about to break into pieces. That guy was a piece of work.”“I was trying so hard to keep my cool,” I say, rolling my eyes. “But he kept yelling about how he didn’t order egg sandwiches, even though it was clearly written down. I didn’t know how to handle it. I just wanted to get out of there.” I smile, though, remembering how hard it had been for me back then. Raina snorts, lying back on her bed. “You handled it better than I would have, honestly. I knew he was in the wrong, but you know how it goes. He was regular. They don’t want to lose their ‘valuable’ customers.” She uses air quot

Jenna’s POVA week later, the inn is completely transformed. The building looks nothing like the tired, run-down place it once was. The townspeople know exactly what it used to be—a dilapidated inn with a reputation for being outdated and unwelcoming—but today, it’s full of life, warmth, and promise. There’s still a faint scent of fresh paint in the air, mingling with the earthy smell of newly laid wood and soft fabrics. The lawn is well-kept, the hedges are trimmed, and everything about the place feels brand new. It was my idea to completely overhaul the inn. I pushed Greta to see its potential, until she finally agreed. And now, I can’t help but feel proud. The vision was mine, but without everyone’s hard work, none of this would’ve been possible.Eleanor, along with the others, pitched in to help. She’s been a huge support, just like everyone else.. Today is opening day, and there’s a buzz in the air. The inn, once a place people avoided, is now the talk of the town. The lounge i

Jenna's POVThe inn is silent, save for the occasional creak of its wooden beams, the kind of stillness that comes with the deep hours of the night. I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spinning like a restless storm. The spy’s mocking smirk lingers in my mind, his words echoing over and over: ‘The council knows. And they’re coming.’Eleanor insisted we would question him in the morning, but the anticipation burns in my chest. I can’t just sit here and wait. Every fiber of my being urges me to act, to uncover what he knows before it’s too late. I throw on a sweater and quietly slip out of my room, padding through the dimly lit hallway. The old floors groan under my feet, but I move carefully, listening for any sign that someone might be awake. The spy is locked up in the small storage room near the back of the inn, a makeshift holding cell we had no choice but to use.When I reach the door, I hesitate, my hand hovering over the latch. My wolf stirs beneath the surface, r