All Chapters of Rejected: Mated to Another Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alison's POVThe sunlight filtered through the thick Crimson curtains of my new bedroom, casting streaks of gold and red on the floor. I stirred, half-lost in dreams of simpler times, but the muted hum of activity beyond the door reminded me I wasn’t at home at least, not the one I’d come to know with Xander months ago.A quiet knock startled me fully awake. The sound was gentle yet deliberate, signaling the start of another unfamiliar and unpredictable day in a place that was supposed to be my own.Slipping out of bed, I threw on a cozy sweater over my pajamas and tied my hair into a loose ponytail. Despite the grandeur of my surroundings, I craved simplicity, something grounding in the midst of everything swirling around me. As I stepped into the hallway, I was greeted by the soft murmurs of the staff bustling about.“Good morning, Miss Maureen,” one of the maids said, offering a warm smile as she passed by with an armful of fresh linens heading for my room.“Good morning,” I replie

Alison's POVThe late morning sun streamed through the window, its golden rays painting shifting patterns on the floor. Despite the warmth outside, I felt a chill creeping through me. My mind hadn’t stopped spinning since that argument with my father last week. The tension between us had settled into an uneasy silence, the kind that thickens the air and makes every glance loaded with unspoken words.But I couldn't stay cooped up in this house any longer. The walls felt like they were closing in, each one carrying the weight of promises I never agreed to. I needed air, an escape, something to remind me that my life was still mine to live.Grabbing a light jacket, I made my way to the door. Just as my hand touched the knob, my father’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade."Maureen, Where are you going?" His tone was sharp, though the weariness behind it softened the edges.I froze, exhaling sharply before turning around. "I need some space. I’m just taking a walk through the pack.

Alison's POV The aroma of sizzling spices and freshly baked bread wafted through the kitchen, wrapping me in a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in days. The soft hum of the stovetop and the clinking of pots and pans created a rhythm that matched my joyful mood. It had been nearly a week since the confrontation with Felix, and the silence from him felt like a small victory. Two more days. Two days until Xander would arrive at Crimson Pack to finalize the arrangements for our mating ceremony and finally take me with him as his Luna, My chest swelled with excitement at the thought. It was almost surreal that the chaos of the past months was finally settling into something that resembled normalcy or as normal as life could get for someone like me. “Miss Alison, should I start packing these?” Lila, one of the castle staff, asked from across the counter. I looked up from the platter of roasted vegetables I was garnishing. “Yes, Lila. Pack everything carefully. Simone deserves the best, and

Alison's POV The first thing I noticed was the noise. It wasn’t the hum of machinery or the muted sounds of nature outside my window... it was voices. A cacophony of them. They overlapped and twisted together like a symphony gone wrong. Some were angry, others were mournful, and a few were so quiet they seemed to whisper secrets just out of reach. The more I tried to tune them out, the louder they grew, crashing against each other in a storm of unintelligible words and emotions. My body felt heavy as I stirred. I wasn’t fully awake yet, but the voices… they wouldn’t let me slip back into the comforting darkness. “Why did this happen to her?” “I’ll kill anyone who touches her.” “She’ll be fine… won’t she?” Who did these voices belong to? Why did they sound so close yet so far? My heart raced as panic gripped me. My eyelids fluttered, and I forced them open, the brightness of the room blinding me momentarily. I blinked rapidly, and when my vision cleared, I saw them. Xander sat

Alison's POVThe cool morning air was deceivingly calm, like the deceptive silence before a storm. I stood outside by the car, my fingers tracing the faint edges of the Alpha crest on the vehicle’s door as I waited for my father. My heart was a riot of conflicting emotions, dread, anger, and, strangely enough, a flicker of hope that today would bring closure. The air carried muted whispers of thoughts, scattered like faint echoes in a vast canyon, and I couldn't help but tune in to the mental noise around me. It was second nature now.The guard beside me shuffled uncomfortably. His thoughts were embarrassingly vivid... practically undressing one of the staff members who had just passed by. His internal monologue was a colorful cocktail of infatuation and lust. I couldn't suppress the smirk that spread across my face."You know," I said, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade, "it’d be less creepy if you just told her how you feel instead of stripping her down in your mind."