تسجيل الدخولHello, dear readers! ❤️ We have officially reached the end of Reject Me, Alpha Tate! I want to extend my deepest and most heartfelt gratitude to every single one of you who stood by this story—reading, voting, commenting, and supporting Nicole and Tate every step of the way. Your encouragement truly kept me going. I won’t lie—this was easily one of the most complex and demanding books I’ve ever written. There were moments during the writing process, especially while navigating the intricate medical terms and high-stakes drama, when the journey felt daunting, and I wondered if I would ever reach the finish line. But learning, researching, and pushing through those challenges became an important part of the writing process. Looking back now, I’m incredibly proud that I persevered and finally get to share this ending with all of you. As an author, I learned so much while crafting this story. Nicole and Tate challenged me in many ways, and I hope Nicole’s resilience and Tate’s devotion
Nicole's POVMonths laterMonths had passed, and the late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden light across the garden grass. Water splashed steadily from the stone fountain into the round pool below.Maple and Rosy ran in circles around the stone rim, their shoes crunching on the small pebbles, while I sat back against the fountain's edge, resting both hands over the distinct, rounded curve of my pregnant stomach."You can't catch me, dragon!" Rosy yelled, her pink ribbons fluttering behind her as she sprinted past the fountain."I'm not a dragon, I'm a monster truck carrying a baby dragon!" Maple shouted back, stomping his feet hard onto the gravel and carefully pointing a stick toward my bump.Maple missed his footing on the edge of the stone curb and stumbled forward. I flinched, my instinct to spring up slowed by the weight of my pregnancy, but he caught himself with both hands on the grass, laughed out loud, and popped right back up.I let out a slow breath, resting my palm against
Tate's POV Heavy oak doors slammed shut at the back of the great hall. Echoes bounced off the tall stone walls. Iron torches flickered along the pillars, casting long shadows across hundreds of pack members packed shoulder to shoulder. I stood on the raised platform at the front. My hands rested flat against the smooth edge of the lectern. Beside me, Nicole stood tall, her fingers loosely woven together in front of her gray dress. Corwin shifted his weight near the steps, holding a heavy leather-bound ledger. Corwin leaned in close and whispered, "The whole pack is here, Alpha. Even the elders from the northern border." "Good," I whispered back. "They need to hear it from me." I stepped up to the edge of the stage and raised my hand. The low hum of voices died down until the room was completely quiet. "A few days ago," I said, my voice cutting through the silence, "my wife and children walked through South River's gate as a family acknowledged in full, for the first time. Today
Nicole's POVThe car jolted as it crested the hill, and the tires crunched onto the gravel road leading to South River's main gate.Rosy pressed her nose against the cold side window, her breath fogging up the glass. "Look, look! There's a lot of trees!" She pointed a small, gloved finger toward the iron barrier ahead. "And a big wall! Mama, is that the bad castle?""It's not a castle, Rosy," I said, reaching over to rest my hand on her knee. "And it isn't bad anymore. We're going to make sure of that."Amber sat beside me, surrounded by bags. She reached across the seat and squeezed my wrist. "Your hands are freezing, Nicole.""I didn't think my heart would hit my ribs this hard," I said, looking out at the road."You're allowed to be nervous," Amber said softly. She looked out the windshield, then back at me. "Do you wish Tate was with you?""No," I said, shaking my head. "He needed to be standing at that gate to receive us. He isn't delivering us like cargo handed over from one own
Tate's POV"Absolutely not at the institute," I said for the third time.Corwin’s patience was visibly straining across the long conference table. He had three thick folders spread out in front of him, along with a stack of printed schedules."South River needs to see them," Corwin said, tapping his pen on a sheet of paper. "The institute suggested a formal ceremony. We have the honor guard scheduled for nine in the morning.""No," I said. "South River needs to see them arrive on pack land. They do not need to receive a memo confirming their existence secondhand, the way they have received every other piece of news about this family for years."Corwin reached for a dark blue folder. "A formal procession, then. We can string red banners along the main road, set up the honor guard at the boundary, and you can give a formal address from the steps of the pack house."I reached across the table and pushed the folder gently back toward him before he could open it. "No pageantry, Corwin. No
Nicole's POVThe package arrived on an ordinary Tuesday, wedged between a stack of journal proofs and a nursery newsletter about an upcoming field trip. I almost missed it entirely before the plain brown paper and the total lack of a return address caught my eye.Amber leaned against the edge of my desk, pointing a pen at it. "That is not from anyone on the approved courier list. Do you want me to have security run it first?""It is fine," I said. I picked it up, feeling the light weight of it in my hands."You turned it over twice," Amber noted, crossing her arms. "Your hands are shaking, Nicole.""Old habits die slow," I murmured.I peeled back the brown tape and pulled off the paper. Inside, wrapped in soft, yellowed tissue paper, was a single photograph. I lifted it out, and my fingers slipped against the frame.Amber reached across the desk and caught the edge before it hit the floor. "Nicole! Who is that?""My father," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I stared at the five youn
Nicole's POV "Move aside!" Maid Mara stepped directly into my path as I rounded the corner, her shoulder cutting across mine hard enough to make me catch myself against the wall. "Luna," she said, then added under her breath, "or trash." I pretended not to hear. Straightened up and started to w
Nicole's POVI don't sleep. I sit at the kitchen table for a long time after I get home, still in my work clothes, my hands wrapped around a mug of tea that goes cold before I drink any of it. The apartment is quiet after the twins go down. Usually, that silence settles me. Tonight, it just gives
TATE'S POV Nicole had been unusually quiet for days. I noticed. I notice everything — Caesar made sure of that from the time I was old enough to stand. That morning she handed me the wrong tie. Her fingers moved too fast and her eyes didn't meet mine. Storm flagged her scent immediately, somethin
Nicole's POVThe next morning, I was cleaning Tate office study, gathering papers from the edge of the desk into a neat stack without reading them, because reading Tate's documents was one of the few transgressions he had made explicitly clear he would not forgive. But the highlighted text caught







