Alpha's Rejected Slave의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Forty-Two Tagon’s POV Impossible. Discreet. My trusted Beta knows nothing of the secret cabin in the dark forest which housed Salina till this day no one but the guards sent to guard her knew of that secret. Report reaching my table read Salina was abducted and stolen when the guards were drugged by an external force. Who was this stranger who found the secret hiding place, and took her without a trace? Sheila… She mustn’t know about the present reality of her mother’s whereabouts till I get a hang of the situation. She would lose her faith and trust in me totally. We had a deal and she has kept her part working, serving and has faced a great deal of persecution. She doesn’t deserve this disheartening report. “I’ll fix it.” I must. And would. Thinking of her, obsessing about her fills my heart with tendencies to catch the moon and lay it on her

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Forty-Four Sheila’s POV (One week later)My knuckles restricted mid air as I took another sigh for the umpteenth time in a few minutes. I hesitated knocking on the huge door in front of me, my hands shaky as too many thoughts kept popping in my confused head. It has been one week since that ugly incident had occurred and as glad as I was for escaping without Santiago unleashing his evil intentions, I know for a fact he was biding his time, scheming, and orchestrating a way to take me down once and for all. The first few days I avoided anywhere he might be or be seen but as the days went by I had no choice but to complete my tasks, and the day we met I could see the large white patch placed on his eye. Rumors had it he lost it due to a fight with a wild beast but we both know what happened. He was indeed the said beast and the beast wanted to have his way with me.

Alpha's Rejected Slave Chapter Forty-Six (Two weeks later) Diana’s POV Love. Fidelis has been fond of avoiding me the past few weeks and I have kept on following after him like a lost puppy. The odd way he pushes me away but the more I want to be with him, in his arms. My dream. He is my dream. My entire world falls flat at his feet. If in the past the sermons of dreams left a bitter taste in my mouth but with him a clear message of what it means to dream, could you blame a young woman as I? What does an orphan young lady know about dreams, aspirations and hopes? When her life has been bleak the longest she could remember. What is it to expect from life when you’re living on the mercies and kindness of others but a new beginning has come. In the form of my Mate. A spell bound enigma that he is. I heard him talking to the cook to increase the servant food ratio, a nice dress was kept under my

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Forty-Eight Sheila’s POV Strength comes from unexpected travails. Mine has been a mixup of bad, worse and ugly. The good times seem on a long journey far from reach. The silver mark on my elbow Salina pointed out to be a minor accident incurred when I was born wasn’t a mistake. She lied to me. She fabricated her truths and made me live in lies. She created a false story surrounding my true birth and now I’m slowly picking the pieces while finding the parts I ought to be. The path that I am of royal blood, the lost daughter of an Alpha- and the one to lead her people to freedom. Nothing was a mistake. Fate has been playing all along. Realizing my identity and root wasn’t of White Peak Mountain but of Firesword Pack the defunct pack that was raided, and its people enslaved. Salina knew I wasn’t of slave blood but was the Princess of the Firesword Pack, she knew destiny led me into the arms of Tagon, but sh

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty Sheila’s POV The festival began at the early hours of the morning kings from their respective Packs were present feasting, chatting and forming new connections. I hid away in a corner with my head bent slightly, sat on my knees hoping to get a peek from a distance. I was farther from the hall so most of the images came out blurred, there was so little my eyes could do from the distance, but the loud noises, and conversations were not unnoticed. But Tagon. A familiar masculine build, handsome straight face and an immaculate white apparel flowing to the ground in a bulky wave. Hitched breath. Blood pounding in my veins. A thousand years can go by and I won’t be able to stop myself from craving him deeply, remembering his masculine musky scent or the way he tastes ravishing and addictive. A minute spent with him feels true there’s no better moment than in his presence and in as much as I want him too