All Chapters of ALPHA REJECTION: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Violet’s POVI step out of the luxurious bathroom with a satisfied sigh. It had taken me nearly an hour to figure out how the shower worked. The humans and their inventions... ‘Well done, Violet. Finally, you have done something worthy of note.’ The tether's voice whispers, coiling around me like a vice, making it almost impossible to breathe. I swallow hard. I should feel happy; I should feel proud that I have finally done something the tether likes; I should be enjoying the lauding, but no. I am ridden with guilt, remembering the pain on Papa's face when I had stepped towards Eleanor. What have I done? ‘Are you having second thoughts, little one? Do you want to go back to Jack? To be locked in a rat-infested cell awaiting death?’The door to the private room creaks open, and Eleanor steps in, her predatory smile firmly in place, the tether's presence fading away at the intrusion. I sit at the edge of a surprisingly plush bed, the warm bath I’d just taken doing little to wash aw

Eleanor’s POVThe council chamber hums with quiet anticipation, a subdued energy that vibrates through the ancient stone walls. I stand at the center of the room, under the intense scrutiny of the elders. Their expressions are unreadable, masks of power and authority, but the glint in Elder Marlow’s eyes reassures me. She always has that glint when she’s proud, though she’d never say it outright.“Eleanor,” she begins, her voice steady, each word measured, “you’ve done what no one else could. You succeeded where hundreds failed.”The weight of her words presses down on me, and I bow my head slightly, hiding the flicker of satisfaction that rises in my chest. The faces around me are stern but approving. Elder Markus, my father, sits closest to Marlow, his sharp features softened by a rare smile. “You’ve proven yourself indispensable,” Markus adds, leaning forward in his chair. “The perfect mole. Years of training, of sacrifice—and it’s paid off spectacularly. You’ve brought us everyth

Jenna’s POVThe morning light barely filters into the empty cell, casting long shadows across the cold, damp walls of my cell. I wake to the sound of shallow breathing and groans of pain coming from the cells around me. The air is thick with despair, but I refuse to let it seep into my bones. Across the hallway, Zephyr slumps against the bars of his cell, his golden eyes dull, his body weakened beyond recognition. He looks smaller somehow, like the weight of the bracelet has crushed not just his strength but his spirit. "Zephyr," I call softly, trying to coax him back into the present. He lifts his head slowly, his movements lethargic. "What is it, little flower?" His voice is weaker than yesterday, and hearing him like this fills me with dread. "You're not yourself," I say, gripping the bars of my own cell. "We need to figure out a way to fight back. Together." He chuckles darkly, the sound hollow. "There’s no fight left in me, Jenna. They’ve taken it all." "That’s not true," I

Jenna's POV The air is thick with tension as we gather in the dim hallway, the faint smell of blood and sweat lingering after the fight. My breathing is still uneven, and my heart pounds in my chest as I scan the faces around me. For the first time in what feels like ages, there’s hope in their eyes. We had all come together and fought for a good cause; to free ourselves. Wolves from different pack, rogues inclusive. That's all it'd needed to take, right? Unity. Greta, Raina, and Caleb are among the first to approach me, their faces flushed with relief. Without warning, they throw their arms around me, pulling me into a tight group hug. “I can’t believe we’re here,” Raina whispers, her voice trembling. “Jenna, if it weren’t for you…” “You gave us the courage to fight,” Greta says, her grip firm. “We never would’ve known—never would’ve believed—that our strength came from within us.” I try to speak, but the lump in my throat stops me. Instead, I let myself be held by them, their

Jenna’s POVThe moment Jack shoves the council chamber doors open, the trap is sprung. Flames explode across the room, roaring to life from hidden runes carved into the stone floor. The heat is instant, fierce, and blinding, forcing us back. Shadows shift as figures emerge from behind thick stone pillars, their weapons gleaming in the firelight. Eleanor stands at the center of it all, poised and elegant as ever, her hair catching the glow of the flames. Her smile is sharp, predatory, and it makes my stomach twist. “Welcome,” she says, her voice dripping with mockery. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Her wolves step forward, forming a protective ring around her. I count a dozen at least, and I know there are more in the shadows. This isn’t a battle; it’s a slaughter waiting to happen. Jack growls low beside me, his hazel eyes flashing with fury. “Eleanor.” “Jack,” she replies smoothly, her gaze sweeping over all of us. “And you’ve brought friends. How thoughtful. It’ll make thi