Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Zaine’s Rejection: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Sophia’s POV“Will they still be together?” I ask, wondering if this is when it all comes crashing down. I hope they will, especially Hattie and Becks. They have been inseparable since they were toddlers and parting them now would be almost as cruel as leaving them in the dilapidated wing. After what I told him, he should know how important they are to me. He did tell Luca not to assign Hattie to George, so maybe he understands.“Mrs Crook, Hattie, Becks and Torrin will all be moving into our wing. There are several rooms which have sat empty ever since I was just a pup. Luca and George have rooms across the corridor from our rooms,” he stalls for a split second. “Your room is usually reserved for visiting Alphas or their representatives.” He tells me what I already knew, and I know he probably wants me to move into his room. I’m not ready for that, so I change the subject just as quickly as he raised it.“Torrin used to live…. where? Does he have a mate who will move with him? Does h

Torrin’s POV “Hush girls, don’t make a nuisance of yourselves before we even get to our rooms.” Mrs Crook loudly whispers a scolding. Things are certainly going to liven up around here now. I’m not sure that Zaine knew what he was doing when he gave the order for Hattie and Becks to be assigned rooms up here. Sophia will enjoy having her friends so near, and it will definitely help having Mrs Crook so close by although the risk of discovery greatly increases. I couldn’t honestly say what I think Zaine’s reaction would be if he found out about her gifts. He would probably shrug it off as superstition and old wives tales. I have never really given it much thought myself. Aggie and I were thrust into the same arena when Sophia was born, and I took it all in my stride back then. The king and queen trusted their nanny, and I trusted them. I was younger then. Not that I am old now. There is still some life left in this old dog yet. I have known her too long now to start asking questions,

George’s POVWell… the shit has well and truly hit the fan this time.If Zaine finds out his mate was nearly killed because I was busy watching over Hattie and her little friend rather than doing my job, it will be my head on the chopping block along with my nuts.She doesn’t even notice how many heads she turns when she walks around in that little dress and apron with her hair in pigtails. Pigtails. Who the hell knew pigtails could look sexy? I can’t be dealing with this drama for the rest of my life. Warning men off her innocent little arse without giving away what she is has become a full-time occupation. They are like flies around shit, and she hasn’t the foggiest what they are after or that they want it from her.I thought I would have time. When I began my campaign to make her hate men I never gave much thought to what I would do when the time came that she realises who I am to her, or rather, her wolf does. Yeah, I know, I never said it wasn’t messed up from the very beginning.

Zaine’s POVThe consequences of my actions are right in front of my face and it takes every ounce of resolve not to react.The first time Mrs Crook booted me out of my own room to do Sophia’s treatment, she didn’t mince her words about how Sophia felt about her scars. She wasn’t disrespectful about it, but she said what needed saying and left it at that. Needless to say, I left the room every time she visited from then on. It was the only time I have left her side for the last four days.Luca is probably just about ready to kill me since I have left him to almost single handedly take care of the pack and all that goes along with it. He is more than capable under usual circumstances, but with everything going on with all the changes, now is not the best time for me to disappear. George has been working tirelessly to try to make up for his fuck up. There is something else going on with my temperamental beta, he will disappear for hours on end and his mood has been up and down like a who

Zaine’s POVHer inexperience is as evident as it is alluring. The look of horror on her face, as I lean down to finally get my first taste of her, is a picture of innocence ruined.The feel of her warmth on my lips and tongue and the way her juices glaze my chin, is a reward from the heavens that I’m not sure I deserve. I drink from her like a parched man under the midday desert sun and my scalp burns as she grips my hair in both hands. She tries to pull me away as she thrusts against my face, her poor little body has no idea how to handle these new sensations.I could take it easy on her. Actually, what I mean is, I should take it easy on her, but the second I sucked her essence from my finger, I knew her pussy was going to be the only thing I want to dine on for the foreseeable future.“Zaine.” She mewls as she lets go of my hair and grabs fists full of the bedsheet under her. The hedonist in me wants to hear her screaming my name and to know that she has forgotten about what put he