Semua Bab Pregnant and Rejected (Second chance mate): Bab 11 - Bab 17

Elena’s POVThe moment Amelia raised her hand, I flinched—expecting the sting, expecting the blow. My hand instinctively flew up to shield my face.But before anything could happen, a sharp voice cut through the tension like a blade.“What the hell are you doing?!”Elizabeth stormed out of the restroom, eyes blazing, her fists clenched at her sides. She stepped between us without hesitation, shielding me with her entire body.“Don’t you ever touch her,” she snapped, glaring at Amelia with such fire I barely recognized her. “You hear me? I don’t care how scary you think you are—back the hell off.”Amelia blinked, slightly thrown off by the sudden interruption.“You’re a bully,” Elizabeth continued, her voice rising. “We all know that. But guess what? You don’t just go around bullying people for breathing near your so-called boyfriend. And speaking of Rick—maybe you should go home and train your dog, because if he weren’t busy sniffing around every girl in school, none of this would be

Elena’s POVOne month later…I couldn’t hide it anymore. My stomach had started to protrude in a way that even the thickest cardigan couldn’t fully cover. I stared at my reflection every morning, trying to convince myself that the bump wasn’t obvious. But it was. And worse? I was already plus-sized before this pregnancy, so the changes were… undeniable. My body felt heavier, my breathing shallow, and even the simplest movements had become effortful.I’d gotten used to wearing loose clothes and walking around with a hunched posture just to make sure nobody noticed. Elizabeth had been my rock—covering for me during PE, walking behind me in hallways to block stares, and always having excuses ready when someone asked why I looked a little too pale or why I wasn’t eating properly.But nothing could have prepared us for what happened next.That morning, a notice was posted on the bulletin board in the middle of the hallway. Big, bold red letters:MANDATORY INTER-SCHOOL SWIMMING COMPETITION

Jaxon’s POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror, dressed in a tuxedo that felt more like a prison uniform. The knot of the tie strangled me. My parents’ voices echoed in my head, demanding perfection, obedience, legacy. But all I saw staring back at me was a stranger—one being forced into a life he didn’t choose, into a marriage with a woman he didn’t love.Nikki.She was everything tradition demanded: strong lineage, pure blood, beautiful, poised. But she wasn’t Elena.My chest tightened at the thought of her name.Elena.I hadn’t said it aloud in moons.Everyone said she was dead. The moment I rejected her, that bond—our sacred thread—was supposed to snap. Supposed to free me. But I never felt free. Just… hollow.Two moons had passed, and still, I saw her in dreams. Heard her laugh in crowds. I could never forget the look in her eyes the day I turned my back on her.I pressed my fingers against my temple. No. I couldn’t do this. Not now. Not ever.I turned toward the window w

Elena’s POVThe rain had come down hard that afternoon, thick sheets pounding against the roof of the mall like angry fists. I held the umbrella as tight as I could while Elizabeth helped carry the bags, both of us soaked at the edges regardless.We were already halfway across the parking lot when it happened.A loud blare of a car horn cut through the downpour. I didn’t hear it at first—not clearly. The storm was too loud, the wind howling, my mind distracted.It wasn’t until Elizabeth yanked my arm that I stumbled back.A silver Lamborghini screeched just inches in front of me, splashing muddy water across my shoes. The car came to a violent stop, steam curling from the tires.“What the hell?” I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs.The driver’s window rolled down.“Watch where you’re going!” a man shouted, clearly irritated.I couldn’t see his face properly, just the outline of his jaw, sharp and tense, the rain blurring everything else. But his voice—deep, firm, commanding—c