All Chapters of THE ALPHA’S PUBLIC REJECTION : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DRAKE POVThe last few days have been hell for me. I had no other choice other than to throw myself fiercely into my Alpha duties….reviewing patrol routes, reinforcing the eastern perimeter, drilling with the warriors, because it was the only way to keep the memory of Lillian’s words from eating me alive. ‘Remove my Buisness from your mind.’ She had said, and the emptiness it left was a constant hollow ache.Avoiding her was both a punishment and a necessary action. But the pack house had become a battle field. I would see her on the grounds, walking with Elara, with her head bowed. I would catch a glimpse of her in the corridors, only for her to vanish immediately. Every time I saw her was like a fresh cut, a reminder of the blockage between us. My only option was to turn and walk the other way with my wolf howling in protest every single time.Tonight’s formal dinner was the height of the torture. Seated at the head of the table, I had a perfect view of everyone. Alpha Kael was seat

LILLIAN POVSitting at the far end of the opulent dining table, away from the storm, I kept my gaze locked on my plate, as I pushed around my food with my fork. Elara had insisted that I attend, her ‘invitation’ which was a command wrapped in false sweetness. I could feel the weight of a particular gaze from the other end of the table, which was a burning pressure I refused to acknowledge. Looking up from my plate would mean meeting Drake’s eyes, and I could not afford that.“The eastern defenses seem solid, Drake.” Alpha Kael’s voice boomed, which echoed through the polite chatter in the dining hall, and I tightened my hand around my fork, for I knew where this was headed. “It means I can return to my own pack with a clear conscience…but before I leave,” he continued, and I did not need to know he was patting his daughter’s hand, “I should like to see my daughter married and our alliance formally settled. A father’s heart, I hope you understand.”My knuckles turned white instantly. S

LILLIAN POVI barely made it into my mother’s chambers before my body sagged with exhaustion. My mother, Elena, was tending to her herbs in a pot by the window. She took one look at my face, and heaved a knowing sigh, then she came over to pull me into a firm, silent hug.“Oh my child,” she murmured into my hair, and looked over my shoulder at Salome. “What had happened now? Was it the Alpha? Did he—”A knock at the door interrupted her. Salome opened it to reveal a scruffy Lydia in the corridor. “I am so sorry to intrude,” Lydia said as she wrapped her apron in her hands. “But I heard….whispers about the dinner, and I could not sit still, so I had to follow your scent. Are you alright, Lillian?”My mother smiled wearily. “Come in, Lydia. It seems we are having a council of war.” She led us all to her sitting area and began to pour tea from a boiling pot. “Lillian. do not speak. You look like you will break.” She then turned to Salome. “Salome, from the beginning. What had that man d

LILLIAN POVThe cab pulled away and left me standing alone in the wide and empty hotel parking lot. A shiver ran through my spine which had nothing to do with the cold night air. I pulled off the oversized sweater shirt I had borrowed from Lydia, which I had worn over my dress, and folded it carefully, with Josh’s scent strongly on the fabric, inorder to mask my scent. After Elara’s little stunt, I knew she would have her eyes on me. I was not a child to be locked up in a room, I was a woman making a choice, and I refused to be monitored by Drake or the princess’s spies.Taking a deep steadying breath, I walked into the hotel lobby. It was then I saw him. Baron was seated at a round table at the far end corner of the hall, and he was not alone. He was surrounded by a group of four other men, and they were talking in low tones, with glasses of amber liquid in their hands. The scene should have been casual, but something felt….off. A cold, unsettling energy seemed to settle among the gr

DRAKE POVThe sight of Lillian, limp and drunk in the arms of another man, was like a poison that was injected straight into my veins. My vision turned blurry with anger. As Andre took her from him, my gaze moved all over her body, searching for any sign of a struggle, like a torn dress, a bruise or a mark—anything. But there was nothing. Just the infuriating picture of her vulnerability. I dragged a deep breath through my nose, as I tried to pull in her scent. But all I got was wine. A lot of it. And layered over it, unmistakably, was his scent….sandalwood and something cold, metallic. The scent of the man who had dared to touch what was mine. When the bastard had the audacity to say, “I believe she is in safe hands now,” it was the final spark.I unleashed the full force of my Alpha aura, which was a wave of pure, intimidating power meant to bring any wolf to their knees. “Who the hell are you?” I snarled.But to my surprise, he did not flinch. He did not even blink. He just turne