All Chapters of Rejected By MY Alpha ~ Claimed By His Beta: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

KARI'S POVThe air in the room seemed to vanish the moment Luca closed the distance. I felt the prickle of sweat at my hairline as my breath grew uneven in a way I couldn't control no matter how hard I bit my tongue. He's too close…and too calm, I thought.It was unsettling.Even with the harsh sounds of my breathing, the silence of the castle still felt like it was pressing in on my eardrums.Luca moved to my side with the predatory stillness that only his kind possessed. Every instinct I had screamed at me to scramble backward, to press my spine against the cold stone wall until I could go no further.But I finally managed to force my panic down as I willed myself to stay still. I faked a bravery I didn't possess, clutching the soft sheets until my hands started to shake.Luca leaned down again, his face hovering mere inches from mine, making it impossible to not notice how his skin was the color of unpolished marble, and his eyes a devastating shade of red that searched mine with

VIKTOR'S POV “What?!” Alan blurted out, looking from Titan’s murderous glare to my icy stare. He quickly cleared his throat, his tanned face turning a distinct shade of grey.“I am joking,” he said, his voice a bit lower than it was before.“It was merely a jest…to um, lighten the... the very heavy mood.”“Do not let your tongue outrun your senses like that again, Alan,” Titan warned, his voice a low vibration that made the horses skittish. “I hate to agree with this moron,” he shot me an icy glare.“Moron, but certainly not moronic enough to reject a gem that was given to me by the gods,” I snapped, my irritation bubbling over.He didn't bother to respond as he suddenly waved in a gesture for me to move ahead. The urge to taunt him again about finally accepting defeat, was great, but I shoved it down and took the lead.We rode for what seemed like forever, until the greyness of dusk began to slowly swallow the daylight.“We’ve rode enough,” Titan started, raising a hand to the tr

KARI'S POV The room went silent, save for my pathetic blubbering and loud sniffles…as I tried to calm my racing heart. I expected Luca to laugh. I expected a witty retort about the fragility of werewolves, even a jab at my vulnerability .Instead, I felt the air shift. My instincts screamed danger as he moved toward me, and I scrambled backward, my legs bumping into the heavy wooden stool holding the food tray.“Ah!”I tipped backward, my arms flailing for balance, but before I could hit the floor, a cold, strong arm caught me around the waist. He yanked me forward, pulling me flush against his chest. “No, no!” I struggled, my hands pushing against his shoulders, but he held me fast, his other hand coming up to pinch my chin, forcing my tear-streaked face upward.“Hestia, your story is quite touching,” he murmured, his voice silky and dangerously low. “My heart no longer beats, but I almost feel it stir…I almost feel a twinge of pity. Almost.”“I don't need your pity!” I snarled.

INDIRA'S POV The air in BlackRiver’s castle never just felt cold, it felt stagnant, as if the very stone were exhaling the breath of the dead. Literally.Because not only was it cold, it also smelled really bad. I suppose good hygiene wasn't one of their strong suites.The wound in my back throbbed as I followed the silent guards through the dank, gloomy hallways, my heels clicking sharply against the damp floor. Every flickering torch cast long, distorted shadows that seemed to mock me for my failure tonight. Knowing Zoya was absolutely going to flip.And by the time I reached the throne room, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Zoya sat upon her throne, her husband's throne rather, but she looked less like a queen and more like a cornered animal. Her hair was frayed, and her eyes were rimmed with a frantic, sleepless red.“Still nothing?” I asked calmly, my voice echoing through the vaulted ceiling. I didn't bother with pleasantries. I was past them.Zoya’s head snapped up

KARI'S POV I blinked, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Was what worth it?”“Your shivering,” Luca answered, his voice dropping to a gravelly low. “Was it worth treating yourself like a whore? Because I know you did this on purpose to get my attention.”He gestured a gloved hand vaguely toward my covered chest, his lip curling into a smile that wasn't particularly kind.The blood rushed to my face so fast it felt like a physical blow. Hot mortification stung my cheeks and flooded my chest. I wanted the floor to crack open and swallow me whole. I wanted to be back in the forest, facing anything else but this embarrassment.“How dare you!” I snapped, my voice cracking. I tried to pull the coat tighter, though now I hated the warmth of it. “You are a terrible liar, Hestia. Answer me. Why did you do this?”I huffed, turning my face away so he wouldn't see the tears of frustration prickling my eyes. “You are one to accuse me of acting depraved. You treat me far worse than a whore, you