All Chapters of Rejected by my Cheating Mate, Mated With His Alpha King Dad: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Elena “C’mon in and I'll tell you, Elena,” he said, his voice solemn, his eyes watching me expectantly as he waited for me to step toward him.However, I know the man before me too well.Too well to know…that I ought to be afraid. I ought to run from his warm but calculating gesture. He had betrayed me not just once; surely, he wouldn’t hesitate to finish Mr Harris' failed assignment himself.My pulse jumped, and I bit hard on my lower lip, trying to urge myself out of the indecision pulling me in two different directions—run or stay and get the truth…a worthy explanation out of him. Yet, I wanted to give in to Brandon’s demand so badly, that my knee ached with the tension from his authority. But the part of me that had been betrayed over and over again, humiliated and hurt felt Brandon's authority was unworthy to stand firm over my decision. If I gave in now, I'd be giving in not just to him but also to his fucking Alpha Prince authority and sadly I wouldn't win in this confrontat

Logan “Elena Lockwell… Hmm. Interesting.” I looked up from the scroll in my hands, across the maroon-colored surface to the twelve Elders of the Pack seated around the table. I had chosen this particular subject as an exam for a reason. The Unison of all the Packs has flourished in countless areas of civilization—from the invention of sawmills that allow us to put the forest trees to greater use, to the extraction of shiny stones from the soil and their refinement into valuable treasures…and many more. However, we've not quite accomplished the same in the Healthcare section. Normally, we werewolves don't require treatment from herbs or plants. We were already blessed with exceptionally fast healing ability, bestowed upon us centuries ago by the Moon Goddess herself—one of the traits that makes our kind stand out the most amongst every other species on the earth. Sadly, I'd spent decades of my life on the warfront—fighting packs that rebelled against the Unison of all werewolves,

CrestStone Pack, Celebration Hall room. Elena “Never. I’d never, Lyra.” I cut through her words, taken aback. My shoulders dropped and I could hear the faint disappointed sigh of the other maids drift through the air.Persuasion mission failed woefully.The hair at the back of my neck rose as Lyra's furious eyes narrowed, her gaze burning into mine.She held no high authority over me, and I guess she could also feel it. Otherwise, that seething gaze was enough to make me lower my eyes and bare my neck toward her. Regardless of being called a runt since birth—I have Alpha blood running through my veins, a middle-aged Head Maid is nothing to make me shiver in fear. Except that a fight challenge would leave me in the pool of my own blood.Might not get lucky…as I was with Mr Harris.Then, Lyra's brows relaxed, and her seething gaze flicked away before returning to me at once. “And what the hell are you still waiting for, runt?” My eyes widened.Her voice was sharp and concise. Yet,

Elena My pulse hammered against my ears, urging me to run faster. No other proof was needed to convince me that Crystal was right.She was right. She was always right.Another chill ran down my spine the moment I ran past the wide-open storeroom. Then, I picked up my pace even faster.My breasts bounced heavily against my chest as I bolted toward the ceremonial ground, barely paying attention to the disdainful looks the arriving guests threw my way. Few of whom I recognized from my pack. I had only one thought in my head. And that wasn't sparing them a glance.It was only one thought—get to the guards.Warn them.Tell them about the group of rogues lurking behind their wall—waiting for the right moment to strike for their neck, right on their happy day. Breathless and drenched in sweat, I stormed toward the hall entrance, only to halt at the enormous gathering ahead of me.For a second, panic erupted through me on realizing the ceremony had already begun. Hundreds of werewolves

ElenaThe rogue had barely clawed its way forward when a ferocious roar erupted from Edgar. Only then did its body finally collapse onto its bleeding knees.Even I trembled beneath Edgar's authority. Every attendee of the Mating Ceremony stood scattered across the ground, their eyes darting from the captured rogue to me, then finally to Edgar.“Chain that darn animal and take it down the dungeon, with a belly full of wolfsbane!” Edgar commanded, and every one of the guards scurried to carry out his order.I glanced at him again in surprise for the umpteenth time that night.The guards forced the exhausted rogue away and finally, there was silence in the square again, leaving only the startled breathing of different wolves piercing through the air.One thing, however, was clear… The Party had been ruined.Just then, a sharp feminine voice pierced through the air behind everyone. The bitter authority in those words made my stomach drop almost immediately.“Where the hell is the filthy