All Chapters of Rejected By One, Claimed By Another: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Two: A Scar Named LoveSophia's POVThe rain had started again outside gentle rain tapping on the windows like tender memories.The wind was just the same as inside my heart—stormy, cold, and loud. I was reclined on the corner of our bed, my fingers drumming the hem of my sweater, my eyes on nothing.I was trying to hold it in.Attempt to act like I wasn't falling apart from the inside out.But with every second that went by, the weight of her being choked me more and more.Cara.The same Cara who'd kidnapped me once, lied, tried to rip us in two, was living with us. And not merely living—she was carrying Damon's baby.The tension hung in the air.The mere idea seemed to be seared into my very bones as betrayal.Behind me, I could sense Damon's soft footsteps enter the room. I did not move. I did not wish for him to catch sight of my face — not when it was contorted with pain I did not know how to hide anymore."Sophia," he said quietly, his voice low an

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Four: A Battle of SilenceSophia's POVI didn't know if what hurt me was that Damon left or if it was that he had doubts before he left.The moment Cara shrieked behind her door, her voice urgent and laced with feigned desperation, something within me broke. Damon sneered at me—his eyes stormy, guilty, baffled—and for a sickening instant, I believed he'd choose me. That he'd stay.But he didn't.He left.And I was alone in the hallway, the echo of her shriek louder than my own heart pulses.I didn't get it. I couldn't. My feet were rooted, pinned down by a pain I never thought I'd feel again. Everything we'd lived through—everything we'd endured—all this was the knife I hadn't anticipated.I walked back to our room, closing the door and resting my forehead against the wood. My chest ached. My eyes ached. But I didn't cry.Not yet.I collapsed onto the bed, staring blankly at the cold sheets. We had fought for this serenity—Damon and I. For us. We were su

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Six: You Still Have MeSophia's POVThe door shut behind me with a soft slam, closing me off from the world below. From their gazes. Their whispers. Their condemnation.I stood in the middle of my room, shaking.The elders' words were echoing in my mind — bitter and cold, sharp as broken glass."She is not the mother of the heir."."Perhaps it's time to begin considering relocating the Luna title."As if I were a rag to be discarded. As if my sacrifice, my suffering, my loyalty meant nothing.I dropped to my knees.My hands trembled as I clutched the edge of the bed, trying to remain intact. But the pain — it was too loud. Too huge.Tears actually burst from my eyes, softly at first… then savagely. I struggled to breathe in my chest as I wept as hard as I hadn't since I was a little girl.The Luna.They wanted to strip me of that title. The title I proudly bore. With honor.Merely because I hadn't produced an heir for Damon yet.I should have run.I shou

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Eight : The Lie I Tell MyselfDamon's POVThe room was silent.It wasn't quiet.It felt like judgment.As if the walls were observing. As if the floor was tallying each step I made away from her.I sat on the side of the bed, gazing out at the space ahead of me, back hunched, elbows resting on my knees, fingers grasping the sheets as if they were the only things keeping me anchored to the ground. My breath was jagged, and I could feel the stinging behind my eyes—but I would not cry.I did not deserve to cry.I stroked the hair back from my face and gazed up at the ceiling.Sophia.Her name hurting in my chest like a bruise that was pushed too tightly.The look on her face a while ago—so serene, so peaceful, but cracked in all the places only I could see. I knew those cracks. I had put them there. Every time I retreated instead of advanced, every time I let Cara fall behind instead of making her get left behind, every time I dodged Sophia's gaze like a to

Chapter One Hundred and Ninety: A Flicker of LightSophia's POVThe atmosphere in my room tonight was heavy, as if the mourning had crept into the walls like dust.I sat on the floor in front of the window, knees pulled in to my chest, eyes puffy and red from silently sniffling. I had given up trying to hold back the tears. I was alone now. No one to pretend for. No one to be strong for.The packhouse was empty. An eerily beautiful empty space that once held laughter and promises and kisses that went on into the night. Now it was as if all the hallways whispered secrets that taunted me.And the worst part—Damon didn't arrive.He hadn't turned up last night when I cried myself into bed. He hadn't turned up when I locked myself away and missed every single meal. He hadn't turned up even when the quietness was beginning to asphyxiate me.I rested a hand on my belly as a strange nausea rolled over me once more. My heart thudded with unease.I lurched towards the bathroom, making it only t