All Chapters of Alpha's Rejected Slave: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty-One Sheila’s POV Hurting. Tagon seemed distressed. If being apart from me hurts him so much why is he incessantly ignoring me no matter how I try to convince him? Is his forced proximity with her a ploy? But still I can’t disregard the pain I saw in his eyes. When he hurts I hurt most why can’t he realize being apart from each other is blantant torture. Our happiness lies in each other’s love.Pushing the thoughts ruminating in my mind I observed the emptiness the room is entirely vacant as I peer with careful eyes, and heightened tension tumbling in my veins. Biting down on my tongue lightly I made my way to him walking in low, slow steps and glad the soldiers were on leave when I got to his door and found it vacant. Pushing the heavy doors open my eyes popped sharply by seeing the amount of havoc that has occurred which was carried out by one ma

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty-Three Sheila’s POV Healing proved more difficult than I envisaged, the scraps got infected and the shared space didn’t make things any easier but my friend held it down. Each day I thank the heavens for her wonderful knowledge on healing herbs. Her antidotes even though proved slow but effective. The scars from the stones and sharp objects at the bottom of the river that struck out my skin has greatly reduced. The headache was relieved, and the sharp pain in my ribs the first few days I joined the rowdy quarters. I feel more sick from being exposed to more infections from a weak immune system. Diana did most of my work, and on few occasions I tried to keep up my weak body proved otherwise so I let her I felt new to feeling indebted to anyone. “We kissed at his chambers and he gave me a special gift.” She almost screamed excitedly showing off a beautiful gold necklace with two broken hearts

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty-Five Note; Alpha Tagon’s pov is coming after a year of hibernation (Deep sleep) Tagon’s POV (i) The room titling I peer from my lashes, the darkness tugging with gripping strings to take me under. The last thing I remembered was slipping into unconsciousness after the ghastly blow from the beast. My bad I was in my feelings not to take precautions the only thing ringing in my head was to save her- my lover and Luna. The infectious injury could have killed any Alpha but not an Alpha of my rank. It did leave me weak and pale but my body can regenerate and wash off its poison during hibernation. But can I forget the blithering pain? The claws of death fighting to make me it's prisoner but in spite of it I defeated its jaws and came back for my love. How long have I been asleep? My feet stumbled to the floor pushing the thick covers sideways, my feet felt

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Fifty-Seven Sheila’s Pov “I made your favorite,” she hands over a bowl of fresh mutton stew with parsley leaves. “Thank you but I’m not hungry,” I declined with a sad smile, my face wrinkled with worries and emotional frustration. Diana drops the meal at the table, plops to the bed with a worried brow, “still thinking of him?” “Every single day, every second, and every breath I take I miss him a lot. He’s my life without him I’m terribly miserable.” My chest burns, my heart lonely, and weak. I wish I could sneak and watch him for seconds, his face, his build, run my fingers on his stubbles, kiss his cheeks to remind him that I’m with him, that he’s not alone but I couldn’t. For one year we've been apart. The cruelest torture. “But he hasn’t woken up. Fidelis will tell us when it is the right time to appear before all, and sundry. You have to realize making a

Alpha’s Rejected Slave Chapter Fifty-Nine Tagon’s POV “People are staring at us.” She gritted out, “And what’s wrong if they do? You’re mine aren’t you?” She scoffs, “Pathetic display of affection won’t erase the truth. You got Rosalia pregnant didn’t you? Your lips speak of undying love, and faithfulness but your disloyalty screams louder.” “Come with me,” I tugged at her as I led her to the Pack house. She followed without any restraint, and as we got to the chamber she fought my grasp away, and walked to the window creating distance between us.She sighs rubbing at her temple with her forefinger. “Why have you brought me here?” I attempt to come closer but the sharp curve of her lips and eyes sending fierce waves I pause mid-step giving her the space she wants. “To talk. When I woke up I searched for you, I asked everyone to narrate what happened while I was gone but the response I got was that you left,”