All Chapters of Saving My Rejected Mate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Cecil gasped, eyes wide as she stared at the photograph in Aria’s hand. “This is the same kid from the orphanage photo, isn’t it?!” “I know!” Aria nodded, still in disbelief herself. “That’s exactly what I thought when I first saw it. There was this weird sense of déjà vu… like, wait a second, I’ve seen this face before.” “Okay but hold up—where did this album even come from? I’ve never seen it in this house before,” Cecil asked, her brows furrowed as she reached for the old, worn album. “Nina brought it. She wanted to introduce me to her mom… and then started pointing out people in the pictures like she’d known them her whole life,” Aria said softly, a bit awestruck. “She knew them al

Orun and Matilda stood stiffly on the back porch as the group approached.  Matilda’s face was pained with concern, her brows creased in worry. But Orun—his hands on his hips and jaw locked tight—looked like he was about to explode. Aria slowed her steps, offering an awkward smile, silently begging the heavens above: 'Please let Orun be too tired to yell.' No such luck... “Where have you two been?!” Orun thundered, his voice shaking the wooden planks beneath their feet. Cecil, already back and towel-drying her hair, flinched but stayed quiet. Clearly, Orun had waited for the full cast to assemble before delivering his wrath

Mason didn’t waste another second. He bolted from the office, storming down the hall with the urgency of a man who just glimpsed the edge of something he couldn’t unsee. His footsteps echoed against the wooden floors as he rushed to the other villa where the shamans live. Orun sat cross-legged near a steaming cup of herbal tea, discussing something with the other shamans. “Orun,” Mason called, breathless and wild-eyed. The shaman turned slowly, eyes narrowing. “You look like you just saw a ghost.” “I need to talk to you. Now.” Orun stood with the grac

Aria and Cecil spent the rest of the day packing up their things from the main villa and unpacking again at the guest villa. It was already dark when they finally finished sorting their boxes. To their surprise, the guest villa was far more luxurious than they had expected. “This isn’t a guesthouse. This is a private paradise,” Cecil said with wide eyes, twirling once in the middle of the spacious living area. The place had three expansive bedrooms and four full baths, each with elegant, modern fixtures. The master suite stood apart from the other two rooms for privacy, and the villa’s open-concept layout made the entire place feel like it breathed with the ocean.  Floor-to-ceiling windo

Aria met Mason’s gaze, and what she saw in his eyes stopped her breath. They were filled with longing, unspoken words, and a quiet kind of loneliness that clung to him like fog. She parted her lips, as if to speak, but no words came out. Then she closed them again. A part of her wanted to stay. Desperately. But another part—the guarded, wounded part—screamed at her to leave. She couldn’t afford to get attached. Not when Mason could still meet his true mate at any moment. And when that happens, she’d only be left behind, shattered all over again. Before either of them could make a choice, the sound of voices drifted through the night—getting louder. Familiar. Cecil and Julian.