บททั้งหมดของ THE ALPHA’S PUBLIC REJECTION : บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

DRAKE POVI was sitting alone at the bar in the pack house. The gala was over and the guests were all gone. The silence was heavy. I poured a glass of amber whiskey and drank it in one go, feeling and welcoming the burn. But it did not help.The door opened and Lucas walked in quietly on the stone floor. He came and sat on the stool beside me without a word. I poured him a glass and pushed it toward him. “It is done,” Lucas said flatly. He did not touch the drink. “Lillian and Andre. The bond is broken. The rejection is complete.”I laughed bitterly, the sound echoed in the empty room. Then I downed another glass, but shook my head as the liquid did nothing to warm the cold pit in my stomach. “Of course it is,” Then I looked at him. “How are they? Andre? And….Lillian?”“Ansre is….Andre. Full of guilt, but resolved. He is with Willow now.” Lucas finally picked up his glass and swirled his liquid. “Lillian… she is taking it surprisingly well. She was calm. Strong.”“How hurt is she?” I

LILLIAN POVThe car pulled up to the mansion slowly. The drive back from my mother’s chambers had been quiet, with the three of us wrapped in our own heavy thoughts. Salome was driving, Lydia sat beside me in the back, with her hand firmly on mine.The mansion loomed ahead, looking dark except for the porch lights. And there, leaning against his car in the driveway, was Josh.The moment the car stopped, Lydia flung open the door and flew into his arms. He caught her and lifted her slightly, and she kissed him like she has not seen him in years.“I missed you,” she breathed against his lips. “I missed you too,” Josh murmured as he held her face lovingly. “How have you been? I have been calling.”“We will talk about me later,” Lydia said softly and pulled back to look at him. “Tonight, it is all about Lillian.”I managed to smile softly as I stepped out of the car. “No, it is not. You two have not seen each other in weeks. Go. Catch up. Salome and I will go inside.”Josh released Lydia

The hotel room was smaller than the last one. It was cheaper. The wallpaper was peeling near the ceiling and the lamp on the bedside table flickered every few seconds. But it was private, and it was far from any prying eyes.Sharon sat on the edge of the lumpy bed, and drummed her fingers against her thighs impatiently. She had been waiting for over an hour.The door opened suddenly without a knock and Baron entered first, with his expensive coat which looked so absurd and out of place in the shabby room. He did not bother to give her any acknowledgement, aside a brief glance.Behind him, Dr. Wanni slipped in quietly and closed the door behind her. She looked immaculate as always in a simple grey dress and looked around the shabby room with a calm expression on her face.Sharon stood up immediately. “Well? Did it work? Is it done?”Baron removed his coat and hung it over the back of the only chair. He did not sit. “The bond is broken. Lillian and Andre are no longer mated.”Sharon smi

DRAKE POVThe morning sun streaming through my windows and its rays was hot on my skin, but I felt no warmth. I had not slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lillian puffy eyes and tears streaked face running from me in the corridor.Then a knock pulled me from my thoughts.“Come in.” Andre entered, with a tired, but determined look on his face. “Drake, I need to talk to you about something.”I gestured to the chair beside me. “Sit. What is it?”He sat and leaned forward. “I have been thinking about everything. Sharon. The note. The timing. It is too coordinated to be just her. I want to find Elias.”I raised my eyebrows. “The rogue from the Eastern pack?”“He fits. The inside knowledge, the coordination—it feels like his style. It would not be surprised if he is working for Baron.”I thought about what he said and he was not wrong. “You have my support. Talk to Beta Ben. Use whatever resources you need. But be careful.”Amdte nodded and left. I sat alone with my thoughts drifti

ANDRE POV The hotel lobby was all shiny floors and soft lighting, the kind of place where money talked and questions were not welcome. I adjusted my collar and walked toward the front desk, with Beta Ben solidly behind me. The receptionist looked up and smiled professionally. “Welcome to the Grand Luxe. How may I help you?” “I need a room,” I said and slid cash across the counter. “And I need my identity kept anonymous. No records. No questions.” The receptionist wiped the smile off her face. “Sir, our policy requires—” “I am not asking,” I interrupted quietly. “I am telling.” Ben stepped forward and said in a low and firm manner. “This is Beta Andre of the Luxembourg pack. Second in command to Alpha Drake himself. You will give him what he ask for.” The receptionist’s eyes widened in surprise and glanced around nervously, then she nodded. “Of course, Beta. My apologies. I do not realize…” “Anonymous room,” I repeated. “Now.” She typed quickly with trembling fingers.