Pursuing My Rejected Alpha - Chapter 288

[ R18+ ]“TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF…NOW!!” Zara commanded the king Erythian in anger as her eyes turn blood red.he didn't see it coming and his face is flushed with shock..“WHAT? LYS—” he asked before she interrupts.“if I have to ask again...I WILL DO IT MYSELF” she is unrelenting.Does Eythian comply?Zara, a modern girl from Colombia law school is transmigrated into the body of an ancient queen.She wakes up as Queen Lysandra.With a turn of events, she is Obsessed over by the ruthless, Warlord Alaric and finds herself Falling so dearly for him even if she is aware that it’s forbidden.Simultaneously, she is also betrothed to and in love with his enigmatic half brother King Erythian.let it be known that both brothers detest each other.she fights to hold on to her heart, but fate is cruel.Everything shatters and the man who destroyed her…now owns her.The lines between love and duty are blurred as Zara must navigate threats against the kingdom, alongside the love triangle with her between two brothers who despise each other.As she is taken further into a world of secrets.Will Zara honor Queen Lysandra`s duty to the crown and her people, or will she risk it all to follow the desires of her heart?

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.