Alpha’s Thrice Rejectedd Mate By Ida Rowe

Chapter 65

Kora

As the day unfolded, our pack prepared for the ultimate confrontation. The air cr ackled with anticipation and determination, and each member focused on their assigned tasks with unwavering commitment. We meticulously analyzed the evidence we had gathered, piecing together the intricate web of betrayal that ensnared our pack.

Mason stood by my side, his presence a constant source of strength and reassurance. We shared moments of quiet contemplation amidst the chaos, finding solace in each other’s embrace. In those stolen moments, our love and unity became a beacon of hope, fueling our resolve to see this battle through.

The time had come to unveil the truth and expose those plotted against us. We gathered our loyal allies; our voices united in a resolute chorus. It was time to rally the pack to shed light on the darkness that had threatened our unity.

We devised a plan; each step was calculated to bring us closer to our goal. We would assemble the entire pack, presenting the evidence that would lay bare the treachery that had festered within our ranks. The truth would serve as a rallying cry. awakening the slumbering determination of those deceived.

As the appointed day arrived, our pack congregated in a clearing, their eyes filled with apprehension and resolve. The weight of our collective experiences bore heavily upon us, but we stood tall, united by a common purpose.

Taking

g my place at the center, I addressed the pack, my voice carrying the weight of our shared pain and determination.

“Today, we gather not just as a pack but as a family. We have endured betrayal, but in moments like these, we truly find our strength. Together, we will expose the truth, bring justice to those who wronged us, and emerge stronger than ever.”

We presented the evidence one by one, unveiling the web of deceit that had ensnared us. Shock and disbelief rippled through the pack, transforming into simmering anger and determination. The truth sparked a fire within their hearts, igniting a fierce unity that would propel us forward.

Only that wasn’t what happened.

Realization hit me like a punch to the gut. We were in the minority. Despite our unwavering determination and valiant efforts, we faced overwhelming odds. An nalise and the rebels had launched their attack, and our pack was being pushed to

the brink.

“We’re removing you as Alpha, Mason.” An nalise is the one who stepped forward from the crowd, grim-faced but determined. “And your Luna as well.”

“You’ll have to take it by force,” Mason shot back immediately when I stumbled, shocked at the turn of events. We’d made so much progress and tried so hard, only for them to have already taken over behind our backs.

The time for words had passed, it was now a time for action. So, with Mason by my side and the unwavering support of our pack, I led our unified force into the fray.

The clash of bodies and the reverberation of roars filled the air, an orchestra of strength and determination. Our pack fought with a ferocity born of betrayal; their loyalty to our cause was unwavering. Amid the chaos, Mason and I fought side by side, our bond serving as an unbreakable tether, guiding us through the tumultuous battle.

“No!” I shoufed, my voice strained with anguish and desperation. The realization hit me like a thunderbolt. We were losing. Our pack, once unified and robust, was now fractured and vulnerable. The rebellion had gained the upper hand, fueled by the deceit infiltrating our ranks.

The sound of clashing teeth and slashing claws echoed around us, mixing with anguished cries and the heavy panting of exhaustion. Our pack members fought valiantly, their determination etched on their faces, but it was not enough. The rebellion’s forces seemed endless, their numbers overwhelming us at every turn.

I glanced at Mason, his eyes reflecting my own pain and despair. We had poured our hearts and souls into reclaiming our pack and building a future that stood for unity and strength. But now, all our efforts seemed in vain as our pack crumbled before us.

“We can’t give up!” Mason yelled over the cacophony of battle. His voice trembled with a mixture of fear and determination. “We have to keep fighting for our pack, and for our honor!”

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I clenched my teeth, my paws stained with blood and dirt. The weight of defeat pressed upon me, threatening spirit. But I couldn’t let it break me. I couldn’t let it break us.

“You’re right, Mason,” I replied, my voice laced with bitterness. “We can’t let them win. We have to keep pushing forward.”

As the battle raged on, we fought with renewed ferocity, fueled by desperation and anger. Every swing of my paw, and every roar that erupted from my chest, was an act of defiance against the forces that sought to tear us apart. But no matter how hard we fought, the rebellion’s grip on our pack seemed unyielding.

The chaos and carnage surrounding us blurred into a haze of anguish and futility. I saw pack members falling, their bodies limp and lifeless, and their hopes and dreams shattered. The taste of bitter defeat hung heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood.

In a brief lull in the battle, Mason and I found ourselves back-to-back, our breaths ragged and labored. We exchanged a glance, our eyes filled with determination and sorrow.

“We can’t keep going like this,” Mason said, his voice trembling with a vulnerability I had rarely seen. “We’re losing too many

A knot formed in my throat as I nodded in reluctant agreement. We had to face the truth, no matter how painful it was.

“We need to retreat,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “We need to regroup and come back stronger.

With our territory compromised and our few loyal pack members at risk, we had no choice but to evacuate. Ever the strategic thinker, Dad suggested retreating to Shadowmoons territory, so we could regroup and plan our next move. It wasn’t ideal, but given the speed at which we were being beaten down, we didn’t have time to be picky. Mason’s rage was practically tangible as I looked around and tried to find an exit.

I rallied our pack, urging them to fall back and bolting in the direction they needed to follow. The overwhelming wave of the rebellion threatened to swallow us whole. Still, we managed to save most of our people, guiding them to safety in the sanctuary of Shadowmoons territory.

The rebellion’s forces chased us across the border, sensing our moment of weakness, their triumphant cries filling the air.

“Keep moving! Don’t look back!” I shouted, my voice strained with urgency.

Our pack members sprinted alongside us, their paws pounding against the ground as we raced to escape the clutches of our pursuers. Most were in fur, making them faster than those who had stayed on two legs, but that didn’t stop them from dragging one another along if needed. I’d seen more than one injured wolf being hauled by their shirts, letting out groans at every rock or branch that caught them

How could they do this? Why would they do this? Did they hate our leadership that much? There were bodies left behind- friends and family! I was sick

at the thought, pointing people in the right direction as Shawn and a handful of others guarded the border, snarling in warning as we tried to get everyone across.

Mason led the retreat, howling long and low to ask if everyone had made it yet. Shawn howled back, a throaty noise that made me wince Once people stopped sprinting over the border, we had no choice but to leave behind any stragglers. Our hearts were heavy with the weight of our shattered dreams. The once proud and united pack was