All Chapters of Pregnant And Rejected; His Exclusive Mate : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

AxelThe moment I stepped out of Zoraya’s room, I felt the weight of everything pressing down on me. The revelation of her pregnancy had shaken me more than I cared to admit.I had spent years searching for my mate, yearning for the moment I would finally have her in my arms. Yet, now that I had her, fate had thrown something unexpected in my path.Zoraya was carrying another man’s child.I exhaled deeply, trying to suppress the growl building in my chest. It wasn’t her fault—I knew that. Queen Melody had made it clear that Zoraya hadn’t even realized she was pregnant until she told her. That only meant one thing.Someone had taken advantage of her.The thought alone was enough to make my wolf claw at the surface, desperate to hunt down whoever had hurt her. Whoever had dared to lay their filthy hands on my mate.I needed air.I walked through the palace corridors, not entirely sure where I was going until I found myself outside, standing in the palace gardens. The scent of blooming r

ZorayaAxel’s hand was warm against mine, his touch grounding me as I struggled to hold back the flood of emotions swelling within me. I hadn’t expected him to do this—to acknowledge my unborn child with such tenderness. I had feared disgust, rejection, even silent resentment. But instead, I was met with understanding.“I don’t know what the future holds,” he murmured, his voice steady, “but I know one thing—I want to be in it with you.”Tears stung my eyes again, but this time, they weren’t just tears of sadness. There was something else there, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Hope.I looked at Axel, trying to understand how someone like him could exist. A man who could accept me despite my past. Despite the child that wasn’t his.But was it fair?I wasn’t whole. I wasn’t the kind of woman a powerful Alpha like him should be tied to. I was broken, carrying the consequences of my past, the product of Jayden’s cruelty.Why would Axel want me?As if reading my thoughts, he tighte

Zoraya’s POV The days were passing, and yet, the weight in my heart never lessened. No matter how much I tried to accept my circumstances, there was always something clawing at my mind, reminding me of what I had lost, of what had been taken from me. But amidst the darkness, there was light. And his name was Axel. I didn’t know how or why, but he never left my side. He stayed through my silence, through my uncertainty, through the nights where I struggled to sleep, haunted by memories I wished I could forget. Today was no different. As I sat by the window, gazing at the world beyond the palace walls, I felt his presence before I even saw him. “You should eat something,” Axel’s voice was soft but firm as he stepped inside. I turned my head slightly to look at him. His golden eyes studied me with concern, and when I didn’t move, he sighed, setting the tray of food down on the small table beside me. “Zoraya,” he murmured, crouching beside my chair. “You need to take

Giovanni’s POVThe silence in the room was suffocating, thick with rage and unspoken promises. My fists curled at my sides as the weight of the truth bore down on me.Aaron stood rigid beside me, his breathing heavy, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack.Zoraya was our sister.And Estrella had stolen her.Had tortured her.Had broken her.And Elena—her daughter—had played a role in it too.I exhaled sharply, trying to calm the storm raging inside me, but it was impossible. Every time I pictured the way Zoraya had collapsed the moment she saw Elena, the sheer terror in her eyes, something dark and violent stirred within me.“She was our sister,” Aaron finally said, his voice low and laced with fury. “And we left her there.”His words hit me like a punch to the gut.We hadn’t known. We couldn’t have known. We were still kids, But that didn’t matter now, did it? Because while we had been living our lives, Zoraya had been suffering at the hands of our own Aunt..Mothe

Elena’s POV“I didn’t do anything! I swear. Please, listen to me!”My voice echoed off the tall marble walls of the palace hall as the guards seized my arms and began dragging me forward. Their faces remained stony, unaffected by my pleas. One of them, taller and broader than the rest, tightened his grip when I tried to dig my heels into the floor.“You’ve got the wrong person!” I insisted, breath coming in shallow bursts as panic clawed at my throat. “I want to speak to Prince Giovanni! Please, let me speak to him!”No one listened. Not the courtiers who passed with startled glances, nor the servants who lowered their eyes, clearly instructed to stay silent. I was alone. Utterly, terrifyingly alone.The palace I had once seen as a symbol of opportunity now twisted before my eyes into a labyrinth of betrayal. The same corridors I’d wandered through with calculated ease had become the route to my punishment.How could this happen? How had they found out?I didn’t even have the time to