บททั้งหมดของ The alpha’s rejection : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

Unpacking doesn’t take as long as I had anticipated, not that it should've. I don't have a lot of things, courtesy of my deadbeat parents. Besides, I've spent most of my life on the road. When you’re constantly travelling you learn to travel light and not form bonds and attachments.Even as I unpack and settle into my Uncle's house it feels like another guest lodge except I’m not staying for a week or two. I’m staying until I turn 18, which luckily enough for me is very soon. It’s tomorrow actually.I’ve already made up my mind about this place, I’ll just wait it out, go to my parents funeral, collect my trust fund and leave. That’s it.I blow the hair away from my face as I hear footsteps nearing my door and stopping. That must be Camilla. It’s crazy how good my hearing is. My mom had always joked about my senses being weirdly heightened. I rolled my eyes, it was just a thing, and then as though I imagined it.I hear my uncle's voice speak. But it’s not out loud, it's like in my head

I stand frozen as the heavy doors slam shut behind Alpha Beck no, Christopher. I refuse to call him by his title. I feel anger bubbling with in me as my cheeks redden realizing what he had just done how dare he embarrass me like that.The murmurs in the room buzz in my ears, but I don’t care. My pulse pounds, my body practically vibrating with anger. Who the hell does he think he is?Without a second thought, I turn and storm after him, my heels clicking against the floor.“Jessica!” Camilla hisses behind me, but I ignore her. I don’t have time for this I’m tired of all the bullshit.The moment I step outside, the cool air stings my skin, but my focus is locked on Christopher’s broad back as he strides toward the tree line. His movements are rigid, controlled—he’s pissed, just like me.“Hey!” I call, but he doesn’t stop.Fury burns hotter in my chest. “I said, hey! You don’t get to storm in, embarrass me in front of everyone, and then walk away like I’m nothing!”That does it.He stop

The night was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension. After the confrontation with my uncle and aunt, I retreated to my room, the weight of Christopher’s rejection pressing down on me like a physical force. The envelope of money he’d given me sat on the edge of my desk, untouched, a silent reminder of his cold dismissal. I couldn’t bring myself to open it. It felt like accepting it would mean admitting defeat, and I wasn’t ready to do that—not yet. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall, my mind racing. The bond between us, whatever it was, still lingered, a faint but persistent pull in my chest. It was maddening, this connection that refused to let go, even when he had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with me. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to push the feeling away. But it was no use. The bond was there, stubborn and unyielding, like a thread I couldn’t sever. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I didn’t respo

I stepped out of Christopher’s office, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind me. The hallway felt colder than before, the air sharp and biting against my skin. My uncle was waiting for me, his arms crossed and his face etched with worry. He opened his mouth to say something, but I held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t,” I said, my voice hollow. “Just… don’t.” He hesitated, then nodded, falling into step beside me as I walked down the corridor. My mind was racing, replaying the confrontation over and over. Christopher’s cold detachment, his refusal to reject me, the way he’d looked at me—like I was a problem he couldn’t solve. It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. “What happened in there?” my uncle asked finally, breaking the silence. I shook my head, not trusting myself to speak. If I opened my mouth, I wasn’t sure what would come out—anger, tears, or something worse. Instead, I kept walking, my boots echoing against the floor. When we reached the front door, I pause