All Chapters of Alpha’s Rejected Healer: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The sound of my pleasure seemed to break something in him. His control snapped like a frayed rope, and suddenly his touch was less careful, more desperate. Less worshipful, more claiming.And I loved it. Loved the feeling of finally pushing him past his limits. Loved being the thing that made the Ice Alpha lose his famous composure.And he—he made a sound I'll never forget.A groan, low and guttural, torn from deep in his chest like it had been wrenched out of him. It was raw. Animal. A sound that said he was losing, that he didn't care if he lost anymore.The sound vibrated through me, adding another layer to the fire building under my skin. It was the sound of surrender. Of a man finally admitting he was conquered.And then—The door opened.The creak shattered the air like a blade.Everything stopped. The fire, the desperation, the wild animal need—everything froze in an instant that felt like death. The bond, which had been screaming between us, suddenly went silent, as if someone

“I told myself I was running from him. The truth was—I was running from myself.”My legs didn’t feel like they belonged to me.One step, then another, bare feet padding against the cold stone floor of the hall outside Kael’s chambers. I didn’t remember opening the door. Didn’t remember pulling it shut behind me. My body had moved before my mind caught up, acting on some desperate instinct to get away before I drowned in everything I had almost let happen.The air felt thin, my lungs greedy for it, each breath sharp and painful. My skin still burned. My neck, my chest, my thighs, everywhere his lips had touched, everywhere his hands had threatened to go, still hummed like a live wire.I pressed my palm against my throat as if I could push away the ghost of his mouth. As if I could erase the wet heat of his tongue, the sting of his teeth. But the bond mocked me, pulsing there like a heartbeat beneath my skin, reminding me of how close, how dangerously close, we had come to letting it co

Kael's POV:The night had ended hours ago, but sleep had not come. It never did—not when she haunted every thought, every breath, every heartbeat that felt too slow without her presence to quicken it.It was five in the morning, the hour when the world felt neither alive nor dead, just caught in between like a held breath. My study was silent except for the slow, methodical tick of the clock mounted on the wall—each second marking time I'd lost to this obsession, this weakness that clawed at me from the inside out.I sat slouched in the leather chair behind my desk, the expensive material creaking under my weight. My eyes were closed, but I wasn't resting—couldn't rest, wouldn't rest. I was trying to wrestle the storm inside me into submission, trying to cage the beast that roared her name with every breath.But my wolf wouldn't quiet.He paced beneath my skin like a caged animal, restless and desperate and half-mad with need. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Evelyn. The memory

The silence after Dax's departure pressed down heavier than the night itself, suffocating and complete.His words still echoed in the empty room, each one burrowing into me like poisoned arrows that I couldn't pull free. Dependent. Weak. Mark her. Keep her forever. The suggestions circled in my mind like vultures, picking at what remained of my pride.I ground my teeth, fists tightening against the arms of the chair until the expensive leather creaked under the pressure. My knuckles were white, every muscle in my body coiled tight as a spring ready to snap. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, snarling and clawing at the edges of my control like a caged animal desperate for freedom.He didn't care about pride. Didn't care about appearances or what it meant to be Alpha. All he wanted—all he needed—was her. Her touch. Her scent. Her presence to make him whole again.Go to her.The command wasn't mine. It was his, raw and insistent and almost feral in its intensity. The urge hit me like a

The storm didn't stay confined to the estate walls. Gossip was a living thing, and it needed room to breathe, to grow, to spread its wings.By the second evening, I realized the whispers had spread like wildfire, slipping past guards who were supposed to keep secrets, past gates that were meant to contain information, past borders.In the dining hall, I caught the wary looks of visiting envoys. Men with silvered hair and heavy cloaks that spoke of long journeys and important business. They paused mid-conversation when I walked past, their weathered faces turning toward me like sunflowers following the sun.But there was nothing warm in their attention.Their eyes narrowed as they took in my appearance, cataloging every detail for later discussion. Their lips curled around my name as though it were something foul on their tongues, something distasteful they'd rather spit out than swallow.I didn't need to hear every word to understand the gist of their conversations. The tone was unive