All Chapters of Once Rejected, Twice Mated: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Gregory's POV “What is going on?.” I snarled, turning to the sorceress. “Why is he holding my child?” I questioned. Stumbling backwards, I muttered, "You asked me to bring my kids and without my consent, you proceed to hand one of them over to someone who doesn't know anything about fathering a child?” She didn’t flinch. I swung to face my beta, hoping to get an answer from him but he was as confused as I was. Davies too was staring in confusion. I was going to start interrogating the sorceress but she disappeared into the back room, leaving me to the questions making rounds in my head. I wanted to be calm like Davies who was holding in despite all that was happening around him. Unable to keep calm anymore, I started to pace about furiously, my chest rising and falling like a steam engine as my thoughts spiraled into chaos. Finally, she returned with a glass of cold water. The glass was spotless and crystal clear.Staring blankly at her, I watched as she pushed her hand forwa

Davies' POV “This is getting out of hand,” I muttered, my fingers curling into tight fists at my sides. “I hate this. I hate that she’s caught in the middle of everything. Stephanie doesn’t deserve this pain… not again.”My eyes flicked toward her still body, pale and motionless, and something inside me cracked. My thoughts dragged me back to that night I found her.I was returning from the woods, the skies pouring mercilessly as thunder cracked overhead. I hadn’t expected to find anyone out in that weather, not alive anyway. But then I saw her.Soaked to the bone, her hair clinging to her face, and her eyes brimming with the kind of heartbreak you don’t recover from.She was resting in the cave, her clothes torn, blood dripping down her leg, she had wounds all over her body trying to escape from hungry rogues.Her arms wrapped around herself, as if she could hold her own shattered soul together. She told her how her mate had humiliated and rejected her publicly.That night, I gave

Stephanie's POV I had never felt this much shame in my life. Not even when I was rejected by Gregory in front of the entire pack. Not even when I had begged Davies to stop loving me because I thought I didn’t deserve him. But this? Discovering that one of my children belonged to Davies and now the entire pack knew?It felt like the world had cracked open beneath my feet.The sorcerer’s spell had saved me. My body was beginning to recover. But my soul was withering, piece by piece.The soft cries of the twins echoed down the hallway. The very sound that once brought me comfort now felt like a thousand blades pricking into my soul.How in the world was it possible for my twins to have two fathers or was this the moon goddess’ way of punishing me again?I had brought two innocent children into this world carrying the weight of my mess. A child who bore Gregory’s blood, and another who bore Davies’. What sort of mother was I?I pressed my hand to my chest, where my heart should be, bu

Stephanie's POV The days that followed were nothing short of torment.If I thought Gregory's silence was loud before, it was nothing compared to what he had become. He would pass by me in the hallway like I was invisible. His eyes never sought mine, and when they did, they were filled with loathing. He no longer tried to protect my name or stop the whispers in the pack. He allowed the ridicule to continue, like a silent punishment he believed I deserved.At first, I tried to be understanding. I told myself he needed time. I told myself he was hurt, just like I was. But how long was I supposed to keep making excuses for a man who wouldn't even look at me like I was worth being loved anymore?I stood in the hallway one evening, my hands trembling as I held a blanket for one of the twins. Gregory passed by, his gaze cold, his steps unwavering."Gregory." I called out.He stopped, but didn’t turn."Can we talk? Please.""Ths last time I checked, you are not actively involved in wha

Stephanie's POV The rain hadn’t stopped that night. It fell in sheets, soaking through the thin blanket I used to shield the twins as I carried them both down the muddy street. I had no idea where I was going, only that I couldn’t stay another second in the pack that broke me. Gregory’s words still echoed in my head, but I focused on my children. Their tiny arms clung to my neck, their soft whimpers barely audible over the thunder.I stumbled across the house by chance. A rundown bungalow at the edge of a quiet human pack. The lights were off, but a small board leaned against the fence: For Rent.I knocked on the door of the adjacent house, hoping someone would answer, someone who could direct me to the property owner.A middle-aged woman with tired eyes and a kind smile told me the place had been empty for months. She gave me the owner's number and a warning that it wasn’t in good condition.I didn’t care.I had just enough money for three months’ rent. My hands shook as I coun