All Chapters of Rejecting the Alpha King: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72 - Will of the SeaGeorgia stood at the entryway of the healer's hut, her bare feet sinking into the sun warmed earth, it was relaxing, massaging the soles of her feet. The air was fresh, filled with the scent of salt and ripe coconuts. For a brief moment, the soft crash of waves and the distant chatter of the villagers calmed her racing heart. But her senses remained on high alert. Every laugh, and every movement around her was a potential threat in her eyes.Her head turned toward the sea, the vastness of it overwhelming her, reminding her of the escape she had attempted. It had brought her here — alive but broken. She stepped forward, drawn toward the ocean's horizon, as though it was calling her.“I’ll leave her to you for now. I’ll come visit again.” Yenari uttered before leaving, only giving

Chapter 74 - Looking for a BrideKaia smiled, noticing that Georgia was beginning to open herself, asking questions and showing interest in the village. “Yes. And we are the only village on the island.”“Really? So no other villages on the other side of this island?” Georgia asked, and Kaia shook her head. “There is none. Behind the village territory is just mountains then and cultivated lands by our people. Basically, it is just us.” Kaia answered.Further along the path, after silence settled on them, Kaia pointed to a group of villagers harvesting from the coconut trees. Several men climbed up while some held a net where the climbers dropped down the fruits. Others gathered the coconut fruit into woven baskets, their arms full as they carried their

Chapter 76 - Spared for a ReasonAs the sun finally dipped below the horizon, the village came alive. Wooden instruments, hand carved and beautifully worn from use, were brought out. The deep, resonant sound of drums echoed through the air, accompanied by the light notes of flutes and a harp like instrument made from wood and twine. The music was soothing yet lively, and it stirred something deep within Georgia. For a moment, she let herself be lost in it, the rhythm of the village, the warmth of the fire, the laughter of the people, and a smile slowly spreading on her face. And from a distance, unbeknownst to her, the Chief was watching her like she was a star from above.When the food was ready, everyone gathered around the tables, their plates piled high with grilled fish, roasted pork, fruits, and vegetables. The feast was a celebration, and as the villagers ate, they shared sto

Chapter 78 - Arrival of Merchants“Are they here yet?” a young boy asked, bouncing on his toes as he tried to get a better look over the villagers headed by the Chief gathered near the shore. Their eyes squinted against the glare of the sun, searching for signs of the merchant ships on the horizon. “I can see their sails! Look!” another voice called out, pointing excitedly toward the open sea.The villagers of Havalu had been preparing for days, setting up makeshift stalls and tables made from sturdy wood and palm fronds, each draped with colorful fabrics and woven mats. The annual trade event was a time of excitement, a rare opportunity for the islanders to exchange their handmade crafts for goods from other countries or faraway islands. Every year, merchants from different regions arrived with their ships laden with exotic items, bringing with them stories and products that added a touch of the world beyond their isolated island.Women and children continued arranging woven baskets,

Chapter 80 - Fear and Cruelty“I-it’s you,” the man stuttered, fear and surprise evident in his eyes as he took a step closer. “The silver-eyed, the —”Before the merchant could finish, Yenari moved swiftly, positioning himself between Georgia and the man. His expression was calm but firm, a silent command for the merchant to back off.“You are mistaken,” Yenari said. “She is one of us, here in Havalu, nothing more.”The merchant’s eyes darted nervously between Yenari and Georgia, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right words. The recognition had sparked something within him — fear, and panic, as he knew, he recognized, he was sure, it was Georgia, the silver eyed werewolf who annihilated pack