Publicly Rejecting My Three Alphas to Choose the Real Alpha King Chapter 05

Publicly Rejecting My Three Alphas to Choose the Real Alpha King Chapter 05 Bloodline Awakening

Lyra’s POV

The Ancient Alpha King.

Those four words hit me like a bolt of lightning, leaving my mind reeling.

I’d grown up learning our pack’s lore, so I understood full well the weight behind that title.

Kael and the others held power in the present. They were the ruling top Alphas, recognized by the entire pack. But Kane—Kane was the true founder of our kind. He had remained hidden for a thousand years, standing above all pack rules and mortal authority.

Suddenly, everything made sense. I understood how he knew every detail of the Wolf Keep’s defenses. How he could stand against three elite Alphas. How he had watched over me for three years without anyone ever noticing.

“My line, the Nightveils, has lived in seclusion for a thousand years,” Kane recounted softly. “We let the modern Alphas keep order within the pack.”

“The Wilder bloodline has served the Alpha King for generations. Your ancestors fought beside me for centuries. You are the last pure-blooded Wilder… and the only fated Omega bound to me for all time.”

Everything fell into place now.

The forced bonds, all of it had been deliberate, fatal theft of my fated blood bond. Those three men had stolen what rightfully belonged to the Alpha King. They had defied fate itself.

Kane’s palm stayed warm against me. Streams of pure, ancient Alpha King power flowed into my veins, gently soothing the searing pain of the bond recoil. But the more this primal power filled me, the more my long-suppressed bloodline began to stir.

Blazing heat surged through my body, searing, tempering, and remaking every part of me—down to my very bones and blood.

The shackles that had sealed my bloodline for three years cracked and fell away, nourished by the Alpha King’s true power.

My body grew warm. A soft flush rose on my skin. This warmth was not the frailty of agony; it was the mark of a rebirth.

“Don’t be afraid.” Kane held me steady, his voice soft and reassuring. “Your true bloodline is awakening. For three years, they suppressed your gifts and drained power from your blood. Now your true essence has returned. You will break every chain.”

I closed my eyes and let the power wash over me. Memories of three years of repression, agony and shame washed over me in a flood.

Images flashed through my mind: Kael’s brutal dominance, Evan’s mental confinement, Reese’s cold punishments. The days that had once left me gasping for air now became fire—forging and strengthening my bloodline.

In just half an hour, every bit of power they had stolen from me returned.

My once weak, docile Omega aura shifted completely. It turned cold, sharp, and powerful, exuding the supreme dominance of ancient primordial blood.

I was no longer a docile plaything for them to manipulate and leech power from. I was the true essence of the Wilder pure blood. I had strength and dignity equal to any top Alpha.

I opened my eyes slowly. All the timidity and softness were gone. In their place was a cold, sharp resolve.

Beyond the treeline, three figures charged forward in a rage. Kael, Evan, and Reese pushed through the woods and stopped a hundred yards from the cottage. They stared at Kane and me locked in an embrace, fury burning in their eyes.

They could feel it—the mate bonds tying them to me were completely severed. And worse, they could feel the ancient royal aura rolling off Kane. A power that made their very souls want to submit.

Evan’s face twisted in shock and panic. “The Ancient Alpha King… This can’t be. The reclusive Nightveils actually survived after a thousand years of hiding?”

Kael’s face turned pale. His towering pride lay shattered at his feet. The power he had chased his whole life was nothing but dust compared to Kane’s thousand-year authority.

Reese clenched his fists until his knuckles went white. The obsessive possessiveness that had always ruled him was now mixed with pure terror. The person he’d obsessed over chaining had never belonged to him. She was something far beyond his reach—something he was never worthy of touching.

Three years of control, schemes and fixation crumbled to dust in an instant. All their efforts amounted to nothing.