All Chapters of The Alpha's Rejected Daughter: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Clara's POVI walked to and fro in my room, wringing my hands together nervously. Dominique had just proposed to me to become his Mate, and now I was in a dilemma. On one hand, accepting his proposal would mean giving up my dreams of becoming an alpha, but on the other hand, it could secure my position in the pack and give me more power.As I paced back and forth, I couldn't help but think of Betty, one of the rogue werewolves that was saved in the old factory where we thought Laura and Alexander were. I had gotten a bit close to her since she arrived, she had suggested I accept Dominique's proposal. She was as ambitious and hungry for power as I was, and I couldn't help but wonder if she had her own agenda in pushing me towards accepting.I shook my head and tried to push her thoughts out of my head. I needed to think about my own future and what was best for me. But it wasn't an easy decision to make. Being an alpha meant everything to me. It was my dream, my goal since Alexander wo

Alexander's POV I went out for a walk in the woods. I sighed deeply as I walked through the woods leading to our hideout, my mind heavily burdened with the state of my pack. The last few weeks have been tough on all of us since Chris was almost killed by a rogue werewolf. He had barely survived, but his recovery had taken its toll not just on him but the entire pack. For starters, the new pack dynamics had set us on edge, and we were all jittery around each other. It was as if no one trusted anyone anymore, and being the alpha, it was up to me to find a solution to this mess. I couldn’t let our pack be at the mercy of rogue wolves or other unfriendly werewolves. I approached our hideout and noticed the gate was wide open. That was odd. I walked in and could tell something was off as the pack members milled around not doing much of anything. There was no training, no patrolling, no preparations for battle, nothing! I stormed towards the front steps as I scanned the crowd for any si

Alexander's POVIt was a rainy evening, and I was sitting on the couch waiting for Laura to come home. I had a bad feeling about her visit to her parents, especially after what had happened in the past and how they maltreated Laura.I listened to the sound of the rain tapping on the window, and soon heard the door opening. Laura walked in, and my heart sank as I saw tears in her eyes. I stood up and walked towards her, holding her close as she broke down in my arms."What happened?" I asked, my heart tight with worry."My father blamed me for Annabelle's death," she whispered amid sobs.I knew this was coming, but I couldn't help feeling angry at her father for putting her through this pain once again. I held her tight, trying to soothe her."Shh... It's alright, Laura. He doesn't know what he's saying," I said, trying to calm her down."But what if it's true? What if I am to blame? Because it feels like that." She asked, her voice shaking with fear."Stop that talk right now. You had

Laura's POV I stood in front of the punching bag, sweat dripping down my face, my fists tightly wrapped in gloves. Despite the pain that came with throwing each punch, the steady rhythm of it brought a sense of calm to my mind. It was the only way I knew how to deal with the hurt that my family had inflicted upon me after I visited them to tell them about Annabelle's death. They had blamed me for what had happened to her. The accusations had rained down upon me like a torrential storm, leaving me feeling battered and bruised. It was unfair, unrealistic, and, to be blunt, cruel. I knew deep down that it wasn't my fault, that I had done everything in my power to be there for her, but their words lingered like a festering wound, refusing to heal. I shook my head, focusing on the bag as I threw a punch. The sound of the impact echoed across the gym, and I welcomed it, appreciating the release of energy that came with it. I felt eyes on me and turned to see Alexander watching me from the

Dominique's POVI never believed in mercy. I was born an alpha, raised to be strong, fierce, and deadly. Compassion was a weakness, one that I had no intention of indulging in as I stared down at Alpha Marcus, bloodied and bruised, his pack cowering behind him in fear.He had been my prisoner for days, and despite my best efforts, he had refused to divulge any information about the whereabouts of Alexander. There had been moments of intense pain, moments when I glimpsed something in his eyes, something that hinted at knowledge of Alexander's movements, but he had remained stubborn, remaining silent, refusing to give in to the pain.Beating upon beating, different styles of interrogation and tutoring done, but he wouldn't bulge.That wasn't the case today. Today, as I looked down at him, I saw something different in his eyes, a desperation that was both unfamiliar and uncomfortable to witness. With one final burst of strength, he pushed himself up from the ground, his breath coming in