All Chapters of ALPHA REJECTION: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter Seventy-TwoJack's POV The crowd slowly disperses, the people murmuring to one another, discussing the sudden command to leave. The dread in the air is palpable, but beneath it, I sense a thread of reluctant acceptance. They know we cannot stay here, not with the threat of humans looming over us. And though it tears at my heart to leave our home, our ancestors' resting place, I know it is the right decision. The only decision.As I walk toward my own den to prepare for the journey, my mind races with thoughts of the upcoming challenge. Leading a pack to a new home is no simple feat. I have to be strong—stronger than I feel at this moment. Strong enough to make the hard decisions. For their sake.The night stretches long, sleepless, as I prepare for the dawn. When the first light breaks across the horizon, we gather once more at the base of the mountain. The air is crisp and cold, biting at exposed skin. The people are bundled up, their bags packed with whatever little they ca

Chapter Seventy-Four Jack’s POVAs I stand back, watching the scene unfold, Violet steps up beside me, her eyes shining with satisfaction and pride. "They’re doing well," she says softly.I nod, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "They are. This will make a difference.""We’ll be ready," she replies, her voice filled with quiet determination.I turn to her, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "You’re incredible, you know that?" Violet has greatly demonstrated that I make no mistake choosing her as my mate. I had known that I needed someone strong and agile, someone who could match my energy and vigor. Violet jag greatly fits that description. My mind goes back to Jenna; I had begun to think about her less and less. But she remained at the back of my mind, never building to the surface. Her large green eyes sometimes flickered through my mind's eye, and sometimes I found myself wondering about her. Thinking about what had become of her. Maybe she had sojourned in another

Chapter Seventy-Six Raina’s POVI watch Jenna walk away; her steps are light and graceful. She’s beautiful in a way that makes it seem effortless, like she doesn’t even realise the kind of effect she has. Her long, waist-length blonde hair catches the light, and when she moves, there’s something almost ethereal about her. Men in the café eye her, some of them staring a little too long, but she doesn’t notice. Or if she does, she doesn’t care. Her focus is entirely on the job—getting orders right, cleaning tables, doing what she’s supposed to do. She’s all about the task at hand, and I can’t help but admire that.But as much as Jenna looks like the typical girl next door, there’s something else about her. Something that feels... different. There’s an energy that radiates off her—something subtle but powerful. It makes me wonder, just for a moment, if she might be like me. If she’s hiding something under the surface, just like I am.I’ve always been good at sensing things in people. I

Chapter Seventy-Eight Jenna’s POVBack at the shelter, the familiar sound of quiet conversations and the clinking of dishes greets me as I step through the door. The place is bustling with activity as usual, people coming in and out, some seeking comfort, others trying to find a moment of peace in a life that never seems to slow down. I’ve gotten used to the rhythm here. At first, it was strange—being around so many people yet keeping my distance. But now, I’ve started to settle in, even bonded with a few of the others.There’s Shirley, a woman in her sixties who never talks about anything except her dogs. She used to have three of them before she ended up here, and she talks about them like they’re her kids. Every time we sit down for dinner, she tells me about how much she misses them and how they were the only family she had. She’s got this soft spot for them, and I’ve grown used to hearing her stories. There’s a warmth in her voice when she talks about those dogs, and I can’t h

Chapter EightyJenna's POVThe pull of the moon had become unbearable. Every step toward the shelter felt like a weight pressing down on me—the hunger, the need to shift clawing at my insides. By the time I reached the door, the pressure in my chest was so intense, it was a wonder I hadn’t already given in. I could hear the blood rushing in my ears and feel the rapid thump of my heartbeat as the wolf inside me stirred, growing stronger and more insistent with each passing moment. I push through the door, barely registering the familiar sounds of the shelter, the quiet conversations, the clatter of dishes. My senses were elsewhere—heightened, sharp. The smell of the earth, the cool night air filtering through the open windows. The world outside was calling to me. And I wasn’t the only one who felt it. Eleanor stood by the window, her back to the room. I could sense the same tension in her, the restlessness radiating off her in waves. Her body was rigid, hands clenched at her sides a