Rejected By One, Claimed By Another のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Chapter 121: A Mother's CryPOV: Sophia (sleeping) and LucasThe last thing I felt were warm arms embracing me.Safe arms.I was so tired… so broken…My head was resting on a firm chest. I could still feel my tears on my cheeks, still hear my own cries resounding in my head. But everything was gradually fading. The world was becoming silent.The scent surrounding me was familiar… Lucas.He held me carefully, as though I would shatter. And I wondered if I already had.I ceased to struggle. I let the darkness take me.I slept.Lucas's POVI looked down at Sophia in my arms.She had finally slept. Her breathing was slow and soft now, but her face still showed the pain. Tears streaked her cheeks even in sleep.My heart ached within me.I didn't hesitate, taking off my jacket and gently placing it over her, covering her small body.She was cold. Shivering a little.I held my arms closer around her."I got you," I whispered, as though she could still hear me. "I won't let anything happen to

Chapter 123: Blame POV: Sophia The room was so quiet that I could hear my own breathing. I sat on the bed, hugging my knees tightly to my chest. My heart felt heavy, like a stone pressing down on me. I kept staring at the door, hoping, praying, that Damon would walk through it. But he didn’t. Cara sat beside me, her hand gently rubbing my back. She didn’t say anything. Maybe because she knew that no words could fix the emptiness I felt inside. I don’t know why she is here, I don’t know her plan again. The door creaked open. I lifted my head slowly. It was Damon’s mother. Her eyes were red, her face twisted with anger and sadness at the same time. She walked into the room slowly, her steps heavy like she was carrying the weight of the whole world. I swallowed hard. She stood at the foot of the bed, looking at me like I was a stranger. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. And then she spoke. A cold, sharp voice that stabbed me right in the chest. “It

Chapter 125 – Sophia's POVI sat on the cold couch, my hands clutched together in a tight fist. My chest was heavy, and it hurt to even breathe. Damon was still missing. No one had seen him. No one had heard from him. It was as if the whole world had stopped moving.I looked around the house. Everything within it reminded me of him.His jacket on the chair.His shoes by the door.His smell still in the air.I folded my arms around myself, trying to get my body to stop shaking.Where are you, Damon?The door creaked. I turned my head slowly.In came the elders.They didn't smile. They weren't frowning, either. Their faces were cold and hard, as though they'd already reached a decision.Lucas stood up beside me, his fists clenched at his sides. Cara stood behind him, her eyes darting back and forth anxiously.The eldest elder stepped forward. His voice was rough as he spoke."We came to talk," he said. "The pack is exposed without an Alpha."I swallowed nervously. My heart hurt in my ch

Chapter: Emotions Cara's POVI couldn't believe my eyes.It was like the world around me had frozen, been placed in a time capsule. I had gone into the packhouse, expecting to find some semblance of comfort, some connection to the past, but everything was different. The walls were colder, the air heavier, and the pack, the people I had once thought I knew, were strangers.But the one person that stopped my heart in its tracks was him.Otto.I'd thought I must be dreaming, that my tragedy had addled my mind. But no, he stood, tall and hulking before the Elders. There could be no doubting it. His posture had changed. He wasn't my man anymore.The Otto I had known was struggling, defeated, and had barely a home of his own to call in this pack. But now? Now, he was Alpha. I couldn't help it.The room was abuzz with whispers, murmurs buzzing in my ears, but I couldn't hear anything. I could only hear the rhythm of my own heartbeat in my chest. Everything I'd ever known was being ripped aw

Chapter: Damon's Return and the Agony of LoveSophia's POVI just stood there, staring at the door. My heart was racing so fiercely in my chest that I was afraid it would explode. The air in the room was heavy, as though the walls themselves were tightening around me. How many times had I stood in this exact spot, suffering over Damon's disappearance? How many nights had I cried myself to sleep, wondering what had happened to him?And now, just when I thought I had long put those feelings deep inside, they were flooding back, making my chest heavy with guilt and regret. The silence was suffocating. I couldn't breathe. My head kept replaying it all—how he had disappeared without a word, how he had left everything behind for me, and how I had thought he was gone for good.The door opened creakily, and I did not need to turn to recognize who it was. It was Damon's mother. I could feel the anger in the air even before I turned to behold her face. My heart sank. I had never wanted to face