Semua Bab Rejected By One, Claimed By Another: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Chapter 212- Please, Just One More ChanceDamon's POVPackhouse walls were strangling me. The quiet ripped my throat apart, thick and merciless. I couldn't stay still. I'd paced this room a hundred times. My knuckles were sore from punching the wall. The letter… Caleb's shit letter… lay crumpled on the floor where I'd thrown it, taunting me.It was never mine.Cara's pregnancy. My child, I had vowed to care for. The shame that had consumed me every time I was reminded of Sophia… It was not even mine.It was Caleb's.She lied. Cara lied. And I did.I allowed her to take everything away from me.My fingers shook and I slumped into the chair next to the window, my hair trapped in trembling fingers. I couldn't breathe. I had sworn to Sophia that I would banish Cara. I pleaded with her. I made a spectacle of myself before her, swearing to make it right. And still, she turned from me.Now I knew.Now I finally understood exactly how much I'd lost.And it was hurting me.Tears washed out my

Chapter 214 -Even After Everything"Setting: Late evening at Sophia's family pack—after days of silence and distance.The moon was above when Damon stood at the edge of the garden at the rear of Sophia's childhood home, the soft night breeze brushing against his skin. The guards had let him through this time—Lucas had whispered something in their ears, and for once, they did not send him away.He found her at the rose archway, barefoot on the lawn, arms wrapped around herself as though she was holding in the pieces of her own heart.Sophia didn't turn when he came up to her. Didn't startle. She just… stood there."I didn't know you still loved the roses," Damon said softly, holding back.Sophia's voice was soft, like wind through the leaves. "They remind me of before.""Before what?""Before everything broke."That shattered him more than a scream would have.He moved a step nearer. "May I… stand here for a while? I won't touch you."She didn't answer, but she didn't say no either.So

Chapter 216 – Just Want to Take Care of Her(Damon's POV)I couldn't remain stationary. Every hour felt as if it was dragging me deeper into a dark abyss. My body was here—my heart, my mind, my thoughts—they were all with her. With Sophia.Sophia.My mate. My Luna. The woman I failed.I was by the window, staring out into the packhouse yard that was quiet. The same yard she would walk through each morning, always smiling gently—even if I did not always see it then.How did I let her go?How could I let her walk away pregnant with my child?And now… I did not even know if she was safe.I did not know if she was eating well.If she was sleeping well.If she was taking any care of her pregnancy.I shut my eyes and took a shaking breath. Guilt was devouring me from the inside.Then I heard the knock."Come in," I said, my voice low and husky.Lucas entered, holding a small bag in one hand. He looked tired, as if he too had not slept.He'd been watching out for Sophia for me—even when he

Chapter 218: Silent TruthsSophia's POVAs I listened to the door close behind my parents, I could finally breathe.They had no clue. Not even remotely. Just anxiety pretending to be insistence. But in their heads, I was still their obedient daughter, still the powerful Alpha's child who didn't make foolish mistakes. If they had any inkling…I nipped that thought in the bud.I spun around, and there was Lucas — solid, unobtrusive. Behind him walked the pack doctor, quietly closing the bedroom door.I stood in the center of the room, as if the walls were closing in on me suddenly. My fists were clenched at my sides, trying to keep the shakes at bay. Not because of them — I didn't frighten easily. But because of everything that I'd been keeping inside. Alone.Lucas's gaze met mine. Soft. Gentle. I did not owe that gentleness, not after all of it."Thank you," I whispered, my throat harsh. "Both of you… for what we did before."Lucas stepped in and touched a hand to my shoulder, gentle b

chapter 210: "Letter That Would Not Be Forgotten"Sophia's POV (I)The room is too quiet. The kind where there is no peace of mind but instead the rattling of thoughts around your chest is the only sound you can hear.I crossed my legs and wrapped them around my folded-up knees on the windowsill and watched the moon form silver shadows on the floor. Outside, all was calm, but inside… I was troubled. I had been getting too little sleep for days. I had lied and said everything was fine. I had even forced myself to laugh when my dad had told us his jokes. I had also nodded when Lucas asked if I were alright.I wasn't. At least, not precisely.I clung on, hoping for the agony to end. Yet, whenever my eyes shut, his face turned up before me. His voice, his caress, the manner in which he embraced and made me his whole world. only to give another individual permission to destroy my own.And then came a letter.He handed it to me the other day. He didn't say anything, only handed it to me wit