All Chapters of Rejecting My Three Alpha Mates: Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

Why did he have to talk? Why couldn’t he just let it be? Just drive and stay in silence until this whole ordeal is over? “You didn’t have to come…” I said, mostly just to fill the awkward silence, and not really an answer to his question. “I did,” he replied in a heartbeat, like there was no other possible reply. I swallowed hard. “Why?” He gave me a fast glance before turning back to face the road. “Because you’re mine.” My heart thudded. Loudly. Stupidly. Mostly the latter. What the hell do I even say to that? What is it with these boys and always putting me on the spot? And to think it was Gavin’s exact words just a few days ago, too. I cleared my throat and adjusted myself in the seat. “You don’t get to claim me like that. Not… not after…” “I’m sorry,” he said quietly, not letting me finish. “I know I can’t change the past, but this is now, and hopefully in the future, too. Alessandra, you’re my mate which makes you mine. At least, I’d like to think so… hope so…”

ALPHA GAVIN When I walked into the house that morning, it already smelled like Alpha chaos and burnt pancakes. And in some way, that felt more like home than in mine. “I swear to the Moon Goddess, if you don’t get up and help me, Harley, I’m–” “You’ll what?” I said, tossing my duffel onto the couch and stepping into the mess that was the kitchen. “Challenge him to a bake-off? Because I’d pay to see that.” Luca looked over his shoulder with a flour-dusted grin. “Finalmente! You’re alive!” “I was alive yesterday too, you dramatic gremlin. Just… detained.” He raised an eyebrow. “Detained by your family?” I let out a sigh. “Unfortunately.” Surprisingly, Luca didn’t press me more on the topic and that made me feel quite relieved. He usually dug his nose in stuff he didn’t belong in out of curiosity, but he must have sensed the privacy I wanted so for today, I will tolerate him. He then shoved a bowl toward me. “Make yourself useful, chef. I need backup.” I let out a

The garden at night felt way colder than in the morning. I didn’t bring a jacket, but honestly, I don’t think it was the air making me shiver. I sat on the stone bench beneath the ivy archway, staring at the faint moonlight slicing across the ground. The quiet should have been comforting. That and the beauty of the nature that surrounded me should have given me some sense of peace. Instead, it just made my thoughts louder. Harley’s words wouldn’t stop echoing no matter how hard I tried to silence it. “I used to dream about you.” “The dreams never did you justice.” Why did he get to say things like that? Why did he get to carry the truth so easily, while I was choking on it? He stood there and told me he wanted me, like there was nothing in this world that he wanted more than our bond. But I had known him before all of this. I had seen him. I’d seen him watching as my parents were treated horribly by his own father. I’d felt his presence on that godforsaken nig

It was a dream. But it didn’t feel like one. I was standing in a forest. It was bare, wintry, and quiet. The trees stretched high and skeletal, their branches like cracked fingers against a gray sky. A hush blanketed everything, not peaceful, but heavy. It was still. Too still. My breath came in fog. My feet were bare, the ground cold beneath them, but I didn’t feel pain. Only… emptiness. Then I heard it. A whisper. Not a voice in the air. A voice inside me. ‘Why won’t you let me speak?’ I froze. ‘You buried me. And now I’m breaking through.’ “Who are you?” I asked aloud. The wind stirred. A low growl echoed between the trees, but it wasn’t threatening. It was mine. And just before I could make sense of it… Everything went black. I jolted awake in my room, gasping. Sweat clung to my skin despite the chill. My heart thundered, my body aching like I’d been running through that frozen forest for real. “Easy,” a voice said from the side of the