All Chapters of The Alpha king's Rejected Mate : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Vivian, however, didn’t release Lily. Stella’s gaze locked onto me. "Surrender, Alex." I bared my teeth. "Never." Her lips curled into a smirk. "Pity." She flicked her wrist. Vivian raised her dagger, pressing the cold steel against Lily’s throat. I felt my world tilt. "Wait," I snarled. Vivian grinned. "Say the words, Alpha. Surrender, and maybe I’ll let her live." I clenched my fists. I couldn’t let them take her. I wouldn’t. But before I could decide, something changed. The air shifted. A gust of wind swirled around Lily, rustling her hair. The faint glow in her eyes reignited, stronger this time. The magic that had been flickering and weak moments ago suddenly surged. Vivian frowned. "What the…" A shockwave exploded from Lily’s body, sending Vivian flying backward. She landed hard, gasping as she struggled to get up. Lily slowly rose to her feet, her body trembling, but her eyes blazing with raw power. Her voice echoed unnaturally as she spoke. "Y

Alex’s PovThe battlefield smelled of blood and burning wood. The cries of the wounded mixed with the roars of warriors, the clang of swords, and the crackle of fire. I stood atop the wall, my hands clenched into fists as I watched the enemy regroup beyond the tree line. They were planning their next attack. "Commander, they’re hesitating!" one of my men, Gareth, called out. I turned my sharp gaze toward the enemy lines. They had pulled back just beyond the reach of our archers. Smoke and ash curled into the air as the fire we had set along the wall burned bright, creating a barrier between us and them. But I knew this was only a temporary advantage. They would return. Stronger. "Hold your positions!" I ordered, my voice cutting through the chaos. "We’re not letting them through!" A gust of wind carried the acrid scent of burning wood, and my grip tightened around my sword hilt. The enemy had underestimated us. They thought they could breach our walls with brute force. But I h

I stepped back for a moment, surveying our defenses. The gasoline had been poured along the wall as ordered, waiting for the signal. The archers were in place, and our men formed a tight line, bracing for the inevitable onslaught. My eyes scanned the horizon once more, searching for any sign of Stella or Vivian. But the darkness concealed them well.Then, out of the corner of my vision, I caught a glimpse of a dark silhouette moving silently along the battlements. My heart skipped a beat as I strained to see clearly. It was too fleeting, too deliberate. I muttered, "They’re here... but where?" I rushed toward the spot, drawing my sword. I reached the parapet and peered over, using my heightened werewolf vision. In the glow of the torches, I saw Stella, her eyes glinting with cold malice, leading a group of elite soldiers toward our gate. Her face was set in a snarl, and even in the dim light, I could see the determination in her gaze. Beside her, Vivian moved with deadly grace, her

A chorus of shouts answered my call. I took a deep breath and resumed my patrol along the wall. I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that something was terribly wrong. The enemy was unpredictable, and every misstep on our part could cost us dearly. Then, from the dark void ahead, I saw a glint of movement, a solitary figure, barely visible, creeping along the edge of the wall. My blood froze. I strained my werewolf vision to capture every detail, and I saw it: the silhouette of one of Stella’s elite soldiers, moving deliberately toward our gate. I raised my voice, “All archers, focus on that target! Do not let him slip away!” The archers tensed, drawing their bows, ready to strike. The tension of the moment was almost too much to bear as I watched the enemy soldier move closer, his figure shrouded in darkness and malice. Then, in a sudden twist, a piercing whistle split the night. I recognized it as a signal from one of our scouts. “Alpha! An arrow has been loosed right at the

Lily’s POV The moment Alex’s body collapsed, the world around me blurred. My heart pounded violently against my ribs as I dropped to my knees beside him. Blood so much blood was pooling beneath him, soaking the ground. His face was pale, his breathing shallow, and his eyes… they weren’t opening. “No, no, no Alex, stay with me!” I cried, pressing my hands against the wound in his chest. My fingers trembled as I tried to stop the bleeding, but the silver-laced dagger had done its damage. “Somebody help me!” I screamed. Footsteps thundered toward me. Kael, Alex’s Beta, shoved his sword into the ground and knelt beside me, his face pale with horror. “Shit,” he muttered. “He’s barely breathing. We need to get him to the hospital NOW!” Finn and a few other warriors rushed forward. Together, they lifted Alex’s limp body, carrying him toward the packhouse at an inhuman speed. My legs shook as I forced myself to follow, my vision swimming with tears. He can’t die.Not after ever