Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pregnant and Rejected (Second chance mate): Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Andrea stepped into the house, the heavy door closing quietly behind her. The familiar smell of spices and simmering stew filled the air, but today, it felt distant and hollow. Elizabeth was already in the kitchen, stirring a pot with practiced ease, her face calm but her eyes lighting up at Andrea’s arrival.Andrea’s gaze dropped to the floor, heart heavy, words caught in her throat. Finally, she spoke, her voice low, trembling ever so slightly. “Elizabeth… I have something to tell you.” She hesitated, swallowing hard, then continued, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can keep living with you anymore. I’m… I’m putting you in danger.”Elizabeth paused, turning slowly, sensing the weight in Andrea’s confession. Andrea’s shoulders shook as she went on, her voice cracking under the strain. “Today… my father called. He told me that the pack—the alpha pack I’m supposed to hunt—they attacked our park. It was a massacre. They’re looking for me, the daughter of the elder.”Tears welled up in he

Rick had left, but not without leaving a strange trail behind him—something about him was off. Andrea could feel it in her bones. His eyes lingered too long, his words carried too much weight for mere classmates. He was acting weird—restless, like someone who knew more than he was supposed to. Her mind was racing, piecing together everything: the look in his eyes earlier that day, the way he kept glancing at her as if he knew a secret. As if he was waiting for her to break character.She couldn’t let herself fall apart now. She had to stay sharp.Her limbs ached, muscles sore from the long day, but she had no choice but to move. She grabbed her towel and disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door with a firm, deliberate push. The cold tiles sent a chill up her spine as her bare feet touched them. She locked the door. Always. A habit she’d picked up since she started pretending to be someone she wasn’t.Andrea glanced around the small, shared bathroom. It wasn’t much—just a tiny

Jaxon paused mid-curl, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He noticed Andrea’s eyes—still and unreadable—locked on him with an intensity that made him raise a brow.He looked around, then leaned slightly toward her and said, “Hey, Andrea… why are you staring at me like that? Are you not going to talk or what? Maybe your mouth isn’t made to talk.” He chuckled, half-joking. “You hardly say anything, man.”Andrea didn’t flinch. Her expression remained flat—emotionless. Her pencil stopped in mid-air, hovering over her sketchpad, but her lips were sealed. Silence.Inside, however, her thoughts were burning.What’s the big deal with all this talk about muscles? Gym this, workout that… But where’s the muscle? Her eyes drifted lazily over Jaxon’s arms and chest with subtle judgment. I don’t even see anything impressive on him. Just a lot of noise. Not even built well enough to be bragging.And then, without hesitation, she said it out loud, her voice cool and razor

Jack spun around in his usual hyper mood, still dripping with water from head to toe, his shoes squelching against the grass as he ran up to Jaxon, who remained frozen—his eyes locked on Andrea.Jack narrowed his gaze suspiciously and said in his usual teasing tone, “Yo, Jaxon, why are you staring at him like that, huh? Don’t tell me…” He leaned in dramatically, grinning. “Are you falling in love with your first kiss already?”That snapped Jaxon out of his trance.He blinked, caught off guard, and quickly averted his eyes from Andrea. “What? Oh, please. Cut it out,” he muttered, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m soaked already because of you. You should really quit this whole playing-around thing. It doesn’t suit you.”Jack laughed and grabbed his wet shirt, wringing it out dramatically. “We’re all soaked,” he said, gesturing to the rest of them. His eyes then turned to Andrea and widened. “Oh my goodness—Andrea, did you drown yourself or what?”Andrea tensed.Jack tilted his head and

Meanwhile, in the cafeteria courtyard, the air smelled of roasted spices, peppered smoke, and sizzling meat. Students bustled about, but at one table sat three boys—Rick, Jaxon, and Jack—huddled around a large platter of roasted pork garnished with grilled peppers, onions, and fresh herbs.Jack, ever the foodie, was in his element. His fingers were greasy, his cheeks puffed with food, and his mouth barely stopped moving long enough for him to breathe, let alone speak. He ripped off another juicy piece of meat with his teeth, his eyes wide with culinary joy.“Man,” Jack mumbled through a mouthful, “this is nasty good. Like… so good it’s evil.”Jaxon leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed, but his face was a mix of mild disgust and distraction. “You’re literally chewing like a raccoon,” he said dryly, watching Jack gnaw at a bone.Rick, seated at the edge, quietly picked through his plate. His thoughts were far from food.Jack wiped his lips with the back of his hand and looked up s