Semua Bab REJECTED; Mated To The Alpha I Hate.: Bab 71 - Bab 80

CAMILLA'S POV.“Astrid?” I called out her name, my voice trembling with disbelief and rage.“Yes, you thought I was dead?” Astrid replied, rising gracefully from her seat. Her tone was laced with a mix of mockery and satisfaction, and I rubbed my eyes vigorously, hoping against hope that this was just a trick of the light.“You can’t be alive! You should be dead!” I shouted, my anger flaring uncontrollably. “This is impossible! He killed you; you should be dead!” The raw fury in my voice was clear, my emotions unravelling as I struggled to understand the sight before me.“Just because you want me dead doesn’t mean I’ll be dead, Camilla,” Astrid said, her lips curling into a smirk that made my blood boil. The sight of her, seemingly victorious and alive, only fueled my rage further. My fists clenched tightly at my sides, my knuckles whitening as I gritted my teeth in a desperate attempt to keep my composure.“You should be dead already!” I continued, my voice rising to a desperate

HALFDAN POV.I lifted my gaze from the file I was reviewing as a sudden knock echoed through the room. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Who could it be? Was it Camilla? What could she possibly want now? Hadn’t she stormed out in anger before? I couldn’t help but wonder if she was up to something again. But honestly, when she left, it was the first time in what felt like ages that I had felt a sense of relief. For once, I had slept alone, free from her constant arguments and the endless bickering.A part of me wished she could hold onto that anger for weeks, maybe even months. I needed time; time to clear my head, to get my life back in order, to figure out what my next steps should be.“Come in,” I called out, my voice steady as I put the file down on my desk. The door creaked open, and to my surprise and delight, it wasn’t Camilla. Instead, it was Drake, his face appearing from behind the door.“Good morning, Alpha,” he greeted, his tone respectful but urgent. “There are guest

CAMILLIA'S POV.I paced the room, my steps echoing off the walls as I waited for time to pass, clinging to the hope that Alpha Halfdan might come back and apologise. But minutes turned into hours, and no sign of him appeared. My anger simmered beneath the surface, growing more intense with each passing moment. I refused to let anyone, especially not Alpha Halfdan, get away with this.I needed to regain control over him. He was crucial to my plans, and I knew exactly how to handle him. I approached the window and looked outside, my gaze sharp and focused. I saw Alpha Halfdan strapping on his belt and getting into his car. As he drove away from the mansion, a sly, calculating smile crept across my face. His departure was the perfect opportunity I needed—a chance to execute my plan without interference.A few minutes later, I made my way down the stairs with a sense of urgency. I had no idea how long Alpha Halfdan would be gone, but I hoped he would be out drinking for a while, leavin

CAMILLA'S POV.I honked my horn loudly and angrily at the cars in front of me. I was so mad that I was shouting curses at the driver ahead."Watch where you're going, you crazy driver!" the man yelled at me. I just shot him a harsh look and pressed the gas pedal harder.Ever since I ran into Astrid at the hospital, my mind has been in a state of chaos. Her words kept repeating in my head over and over again."You've never been pregnant; you lied to Halfdan!" Astrid screamed at me, pretending to be all virtuous, though I knew she was far from it. I couldn’t understand what her real goal was. I shrugged and slouched my shoulders as I got out of the car.I glanced at the car parked in the garage. It was untouched, just as it always was.I turned to the gardener and asked, "Is my father in?"He nodded and gave a respectful bow.I bit my fingertip nervously, feeling the weight of the news I was about to deliver. I rushed into the house, knowing that my father would not be happy about the

ASTRID'S POV“Camilla…” I winced, my voice strained and barely audible through the agonising pain.The sight of Camilla’s malevolent glint and wicked smile filled me with a deep sense of regret. I regretted ever placing my trust in them, believing in their potential for change, and giving second chances where they were undeserved. The bitterness of betrayal weighed heavily on me, and I wished I had never hoped that people could be different from what they truly were.“Uncle… What have you done?” I managed to gasp, my voice trembling as my eyes locked with Uncle Han’s. The pain in my chest was excruciating, as if something inside me was being torn apart.I coughed violently, the harsh spasms causing a metallic taste of blood to fill my mouth. Warm, sticky liquid trickled down my throat, and droplets of blood began to pool on the floor beneath me. My hands instinctively moved to protect my belly, my heart racing with fear for my unborn child.“No, please… Help me,” I whispered faint