All Chapters of Rejected by my Choosen Mate : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Eric’s POV. The dawn arrived gently, the first light of day peeking through Rhys's chamber's heavy drapes. Sitting in my lodgings, right down the hall, I gazed at the chilly embers in the hearth. Again, sleep had escaped me under the weight of our deeds. My ideas were a confused mess of remorse, hatred, and shame. Rhys had been far-off recently, his thoughts foggy with the problems that seems to multiply daily. And Gloria now. Gloria presented a challenge not one I had planned. She had been at Rhys's side for some time now, her presence an odd mix of comfort and discomfort for him. The impression that she had something more than first seemed persisted in me. Something perilous. I had heard the soft sound of feet leaving Rhys's chamber just before morning. Knowing it was her, vanishing in the early morning light, her perfume still permeating the air. Though I tried not to consider what had happened between them, the strain in the castle was difficult to overlook. Like a storm just r

Rhys POV. My heart was still aching. Beating rhythmically from the Shock that hit hard like a sledgehammer. My chest weighted in time. Gloria said something that kept flashing back to my memories. back to me “Cench is missing”. The room felt smaller at once, the air tighter, choking. Her hand stayed on my arm, but I hardly felt it. My head whirled, attempting to understand the circumstances. "What! could Cench be missing?" My voice just above a whisper, I asked. I was supposed to be the one with all the answers—the one in control. Still, in this instant I felt anything but. Gloria's lips twisted into a smile she couldn see. He disappeared late at night. Nobody else has seen him since. I looked at Winifred, her look a mix of surprise and something else I couldn't quite place. Although I wanted to think she was on my side, trust is a delicate matter particularly in this environment. "I need details," I said, attempting to calm myself. " Exactly when did he vanish? Where have you lo

Felza’s POVEvery morning at Marcus' home was the hardest. As I woke up, the room was almost too quiet, and a sad grey light came in through the heavy drapes. The walls looked at me and felt like they were suffocating me with their weight. I missed the open sky and the warmth of the sun. But here, even the light seemed trapped, trying to get through the heavy drapes that blocked the windows like soldiers at their places. Every sound in the house sounded better in the quiet. The footsteps, whispers, and dishes clinking as breakfast was being made all sounded better. Every sound made me aware that someone was listening to me and that I wasn't alone. Marcus' goons were all around me. They had their eyes on me and were completely devoted to him. They didn't say much, but I could tell they were nervous because they avoided looking at me and gave each other quick, sneaky looks when they thought I wasn't watching. This fear was something I knew all too well. Marcus was like a cloud that hu

Rhys POV. The room's tension was so strong it felt as though the air itself was choking. Standing at the door, Winifred had a stiff posture and a mix of terror and will. Every eye in the room turned towards her, and I felt the tension wriggling across my soldiers. They were rightfully anxious; Winifred was not someone to discount. I motioned for Eric to step off, telling him I wanted to tackle this on my own. He paused, his brow wrinkled in concern, but finally nodded and retreated to give me room. The other men stayed seated, their eyes flitting between Winifred and me as they watched what would happen. "Speak," I said, my voice firm yet with a slowness that suggested coldness. "You have broken off my conference. This ought to be well worth it. Winifred inhaled deeply, her eyes fixed on me as she moved farther into the space closing the door behind her with a gentle buzz. She moved with the grace of someone who had spent years negotiating perilous waters, yet she could not quite hi

Felza’s POV. “Felza, you shouldn't have come," she urged quickly. If Marcus discovers...," "I know," I said, cutting her off, my voice shaking even as I tried to remain cool. But I had no options. You claimed to have something vital to share with me. Clara hesitated, looking over her shoulder as though she expected Marcus to show up out of the dark at any moment. "There's talk among the servants," she said gently, her voice almost above a whisper. "Talk about Marcus and his activities. The things he intends to do. I got shivers running down my back. "What kind of items?" Clara inhaled deeply, her hands shaking as she held the edge of her apron. "He's not what Felza looks to be. More hazardous than you could ever fathom is he. And those within the mansion wish to see him toppled. My heart pounding, I fixed her eyes. Oversaw? Who would venture to challenge Marcus? Fear flashed in Clara's eyes. "There is a group resisting here. Years of preparation have gone towards waiting for the i