All Chapters of Rejected by my Alpha, the Moon goddess chose me.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Even though I stayed calm while trying to convince Maybel’s dad, my patience was running out. Seer Aria had told me repeatedly, to think things through and not always resort to violence. But at this moment, I don't mind if we have to fight or even kill for him to oblige. Hesitantly he agreed and sluggishly he tagged along behind us. Myself, Laziel, and Castillo. Even though I never liked Castillo I was somewhat impressed that he left all he had to do, to come look for a solution to May’s predicament.The night air was biting cold, sharp enough to cut through my skin, but my chest felt like it was on fire. Every step I took as we marched down to Northwoods reminds me of her lifeless body, and each time the pain I feel increases. Laziel walked silently beside me, his jaw clenched, eyes scanning the shadows as if he was waiting to dive on Maybel’s father if he tried to run or act fishy. Castillo hung back a bit, quiet but simmering with anger, his presence as intense as a knife at my b

The morning came way too fast. I hadn’t slept a bit, not with Maybel lying there so still… her heartbeat was so faint that I had to press my ear to her chest just to convince myself it was still beating. That she was still alive. I had promised her and promised myself that I would bring her back. There was no way I was going to break that promise.When I stepped outside, as early as sunrise Andrew was already waiting for me, arms crossed, jaw tight. I wondered when he arrived but I didn't bother to ask, my mind was too occupied for that. I noticed he cared about Maybel’s warfare as much as I did. Without saying a word, we mounted up as we planned last night, and made our way to the old cabin where Maybel’s father had kept his secrets.The place was falling apart, but it had this stench about it, the kind that only betrayal leaves behind. It was filled with black magic and evil spells. Just looking at it made my skin crawl and my hands curl into fists.“Should we burn it or tear it a

MAYBEL’S POVI couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down my face until my chest ached, my throat felt like it was on fire, and my whole body vibrated, like I might fall apart. Everyone was watching—Aether, Castillo, Andrew, Aria, Laziel but honestly, I didn’t care. I had been carrying this pain for way too long, and it was finally bursting out.Aether wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “It’s okay, May,” he murmured into my hair. “You can cry it all out if it makes you feel better, always remember I’m here for you.”And I did. I cried until my head throbbed and my eyes felt heavy and my throat ached. I never believed I could be surrounded by people who genuinely cared about me, judging from how lonely my life has previously been. When I finally calmed down, I pulled away and wiped my puffy eyes. The room was silent, eyes gazing at me with anticipation. They were all waiting for me to say something, and for the first time, I was ready to talk about this worrisome si

The air in the room was so thick it felt like it was suffocating me. Aria stood there, rigid, her face pale with fury, her fists trembling at her sides. Enchantress Mara's words echoed in my mind repeatedly, but the last words she spoke had hit Aria in a completely different way.“Say it again,” Aria hissed, her voice sharp like broken glass. “Go on, repeat what you just said again if you dare, Mara.”Before she could move, Aether’s arm shot out, holding her tightly around the waist. “Aria, please calm down,” he beckoned, his voice deep and firm. But she struggled against him, her wild stare at Mara like it would tear her apart any minute.Then Castillo spoke up, steady but heavy with authority. “Enough!” He stepped forward, his gaze locked on Mara. “You’ve crossed a line and you know it. Your knowledge is one thing, Mara, but your words are another. You don’t get to belittle those who have stood with Maybel. You don’t talk to Aria that way, she’s been doing fantastically well these p

I stormed out of the dungeon, my chest heavy and every vein in my body burned with hatred for my so-called father. But just, as I turned, I heard his voice slice through the air, cold and sharp, like a dagger aimed at my back. Words that I never expected to hear.“No matter who you think you are, or what you’ve become Maybel,” my father hissed, every word from his mouth sounding like venom, “you’ll never be better than your mother. She thought she was righteous, too. And look where that got her— dying a gruesome and pitiful death, her life was literally at my mercy” he scoffedI froze.His words hit me like thunder and lightning, shattering the fragile strength I was trying to hold onto. I folded my fingers in rage as my nails dug into my palms, the sting of blood grounding me. The man in chains, the one who should have protected me, as a father should was mocking the woman who had given me life.Something inside me snapped. So he dared to admit to my face that he killed my mum. He i