Todos los capítulos de Embracing His Rejection : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 36

Matthew The smell of burning cedar and the sharp tang of medicinal herbs were the first things to reach my senses, but they were quickly drowned out by a searing, pins and needles heat. I gasped, my lungs burning as if I were inhaling liquid fire. "Don't move," a voice commanded. It wasn't the gentle tone of my mother or the authoritative rumble of Nicholas. It was Emerald. Her voice was as cold as the ice that had nearly claimed me. I forced my eyes open. I was lying on a rough wool rug in front of the hearth. My boots were gone, and my feet were wrapped in steaming towels. Every joint in my body ached with a dull, throbbing pulse. I tried to push myself up, but my arms felt like lead. "I said, don't move," she repeated. She was sitting in a wooden chair a few feet away, far enough to avoid my touch but close enough to watch me struggle. She was stitching a piece of leather, her movements precise and rhythmic. She didn't look at me. She didn't offer a smile or a drop of water.

Emerald Matthew lay there on the rug, the heat of the fire mocking the ice that I knew still lived in his marrow. He looked at me with eyes full of a pathetic, shattering realization, but I couldn't find an ounce of pity for him. My hand drifted down, hovering over my stomach, not in a gesture of affection, but as if I were trying to shield my soul from the parasite growing within. "The Goddess does not have mercy for me," I whispered, the words trembling with a bitterness so deep it felt like poison. I looked at him, my eyes snapping with a jagged, broken light. "While you had choices back then to reject me, I didn't have that, Matthew. Now, I still don't. I looked for a way out. I wanted to rip this monster’s seed out of me. I wanted to abort the reminder of every scream I uttered in that den. I wanted to be free of the blood that was forced upon me." Matthew’s face went pale, his breath hitching. "Emerald..."

Emerald The door swung open with a heavy thud, the sound jarring against the fragile silence of the room. I expected a nurse or perhaps my parents, but it was Nicholas. The Alpha looked as though he had aged ten years in a single night. His jaw was set, and his eyes were hard as flint, burning with a cold, administrative fury that only comes when a leader has been betrayed from within.He didn't look at the monitors or the bandages. He looked straight at Matthew, then at me."It wasn't a random raid," Nicholas said, his voice dropping like a stone into a deep well. "We’ve finished the interrogations of the survivors. The rogues didn't just stumble upon the homestead."Matthew stood up, his hands trembling. "What are you saying, Nick?""I’m saying the border patrols were diverted by a forged order from the council office," Nicholas replied, stepping further into the room. He held up a blood-stained piece of parchment. "An order that came