All Chapters of Rejected By MY Alpha ~ Claimed By His Beta: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Indira’s POV I can feel every pair of eyes on me, burning with questions I don’t know how to answer. My legs trembled as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, avoiding eye contact while my heart raced like crazy.Chains clink behind Alan as he remained on his knees, bound with a defeated look on his face.The tension inside the office is thick enough to choke on, it was absolutely suffocating with Titan standing tall at the desk staring at me with his cold, steel-hard gaze while Lady Serena silently watching me regality masking any emotion and Clayton stands off to the side, ready to obey his Alpha’s every command.I felt like a trapped rabbit.My heart is pounding so hard, I feel certain they can hear it. My thoughts jostle inside my skull like wild horses.I bite my lip and swallow hard. Words escape me, I had no idea what to say. I felt so broken, so small. That’s when the idea hits me…a desperate, reckless idea that just might save everything I’ve worked for. I swall

Crystals POV I stare at the phone as it vibrates on the table. Tarzan’s name lighting up the screen like a curse. My finger hovers over the answer button, but I can’t bring myself to tap it. Every fiber of my being screams that this man is trouble. A mistake. A demon in polite skin.But I also remember what I did last night.The red paint still stains my hands in invisible smears. I can’t unsee the way it dripped across Viktor’s front door, the eerie symbol curling like a serpent in blood. Tarzan never told me what the mark meant, and when I asked, he looked at me like he could crush my skull between his fingers.“Don’t pry into what you can’t handle,” he said. I believed him.My actions were making me feel sick.I silence the call and shove the phone in my pocket as I get into the back of the taxi. The driver did not strike a conversation as the soft humming of rado song filled the car and I could only thank the heavens because my thoughts were too consumed with doubts to make smal

Viktor's POV I push the front door open with one hand, balancing two grocery bags in the other. The warm scent of bread, cheese crackers, and sugar cookies drifts up to me as I step inside. The full moon is only hours away, and I remember how Zoya used to devour everything in sight when her heat approached. Kira might be the same. Just the thought makes me smile as I picture her curled up in a blanket, scowling at her stomach while munching on snacks.But the second the door clicks shut behind me, my smile fades.Something's off.I pause in the entryway, my gaze sweeping over the living room. The soft yellow light from the floor lamp spills across the carpet, but there was some about the air that felt unusual.The house felt too silent. I had left Kira home alone and I received no text or alert of her leaving the house.My senses instantly told me something was wrong. Kira was a very meticulous person almost obsessively so. The light brown rug near the doorway is always aligned jus

Kira's POV Everything was dark. And every part of my body hurt like I had been ran over by a truck.I blinked, but nothing changed except the increase of the throbbing pain in my tumbleMy eyes stung, my body ached, and the back of my throat was dry like I swallowed sand. I tried to lift my hand to my face, but it didn't move. My arms were stuck and my wrist felt incredibly sore. That was when I realized something was holding them tightly together. And the rope was biting into my skin.My heart stumbles in my chest as the memory rushes back from tea with Crystal, her fake apology, to the unknown men shoving me into their Jeep and driving off.Panic rises like bile in my throat as I realize I must be at their safe house.I jerk against the rope, twisting my wrists, straining my legs hoping to free myself but my body feels incredibly heavy and numb. The drug was still in my system, but the worst of the paralysis seemed to be fading away.My breathing came in short gasps.l as I looke

Viktor's POV A deep, pulsing throb in the back of my skull made me groan out loud as I slowly opened my eyes. My mouth was dry, and there was a bitter taste on my tongue..like rust and wolfsbane. I blinked, slowly, as shapes came into focus. A dim light was flickering above my head. I was stuck in a wooden room which smelled like blood and silver.My head feels heavy, like I’ve been asleep for hours… or days. Then I realized something worse. I could not move. My arms were tied behind a chair and my wrists were burning from the ropes biting into my skin. My ankles were also bound. And when I tug, pain shoots up my arms. It was clear that the ropes had been soaked in wolfsbane. I wince, gritting my teeth. My muscles ache, and my body feels sluggish, like my strength’s been drained. I breathe through the pain and try to focus.Where the hell am I?The last thing I remember is the cabin. The strange woman—her sudden appearance, the way the air shifted, cold and wrong—and then the