บททั้งหมดของ The King’s Rejected Mate : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

My brows furrowed as I looked at Logan, whose face was paler than usual. "What is it, Logan?" I snapped. Logan hesitated as he glanced down before handing me a folded piece of paper. "There's something you need to see, Your Majesty." I took it, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened as I unfolded the paper. soon, My eyes scanned the words, and my heart pounded harder as i read each line. Each word felt like a blade cutting me deeper.. It was a genealogy chart—a family record. Nic’s family record. My hands clenched as I read the name "Ironwood" and I began to remember what i did to that pack a long time ago. No… it couldn’t be. I forced myself to keep reading. There it was, staring back at me: Nicolas was the last survivor of that same pack. The only one left after… after I had wiped them out. My breath caught, and I couldn’t keep the shock from my voice. "Nicolas… came from Ironwood?" Logan nodded grimly. "Yes. He’s the last one. He somehow survived." He paused, as i

Alaric's POVI turned to look at her with surprise on my face. “What did you say?”“Interesting… for someone who seems more like an intruder rather than a member of this pack.”Every head turned to her in shock, and a faint murmur rippled through the table. Alaric’s eyes flashed with anger, and Luke immediately tensed. She was his sister, after all, and his gaze immedoately narrowed as he looked from her to me. But I held my ground, meeting her stare and refusing to let her rattle me.“An intruder?” I repeated calmly. “Alaric?”“Yes?”“Who is she?”“The biggest mistake of my life.”“That doesn’t answer the question.”“Her name is Emma. I had sex with her about a year ago, and I actually took her virginity. Ever since then, she has been trying to get me to sleep with her again, even spreading rumors that we were a couple.”“Were you ever a couple?”“No, never. I was drunk and frustrated because I wanted a mate, and this was when I was trying to find my mate. Emma was just there; she ha

“I’ll do it! I’ll listen in on whatever serious talk they’re having!” I hung back by the corner, watching Alaric and his supposed “mate” whispering, just far enough from the pack to feel safe from anyone overhearing. Fools. Did they really think I wouldn’t notice? I felt my blood boil as I saw the way Alaric looked at him in a soft, caring, almost tender manner. He’d never looked at anyone that way before and I really want him to look at me like that. No rogue could ever take my place, and yet there he was, acting like hid mate was his whole world. I shifted, trying to catch their words, but I only heard bits and pieces. Alaric’s “mate” mentioned King Derek, and my stomach churned. What was the connection to Drogomor? None of it made sense; Alaric would never choose someone lowly like an Omega. A rogue and an Omega? It didn’t add up, but it just made me more certain something shady was going on here. “Alaric, remember when I told you King Derek wiped out my pack?” His voice sh

I didn't know why I cared so much, neither did I know what to do. Derek—my rejected mate, my tormentor, my enemy—was calling my name in his feverish delirium. I didn’t know whether to feel satisfaction or guilt. Wasn't that what I wanted? For him to suffer? Why was I feeling sad now?I was lost, so lost! Neither did I know what to do. I could hear Mina grunting in my mind, her mate, whom rejected her.‘Mina!’ I sighed as I sat at the edge of the flower vase. 'I don’t know what to do, Mina. If I help him, I feel like I’m betraying myself. But if I don’t…''Then you’ll become the very thing you hate,” she interjected. “You’ve seen what monsters like Derek can do. Don’t let anger and pain turn you into one of them.'My throat tightened at her words. 'You think I’m being a monster?''I think you’re on the edge,' she admitted. 'And it’s understandable. Derek caused you so much pain—he took everything from you. But ending his life by walking away while he’s defenseless? That’s not you,

I woke up and realized I was sleeping close to King Derek. “How did I get here?” I asked myself, getting out of the bed. As I walked past the door, I noticed a small pen knife on the table. It looked sharp and skinny, and a thought crept into my mind. *Make him pay for what he did to you. Kill him and end it once and for all! He killed your family; he doesn't deserve to live. Kill him.* The voice in my head kept repeating. I tiptoed over to the knife, purposefully cutting my pinky finger with it to test how sharp it was. I walked toward the bed, closer to King Derek. *Kill him, it all ends here,* the voice urged. I watched him sleep peacefully, oblivious to what I was about to do. I thought about my happy family, my pack members. He was the reason I was separated from them, the reason I would never see them again. It was all his fault. My life was a complete mess because of him, “He doesn't deserve to live. I should send him to the hell he came from!” I muttered silently