All Chapters of Chasing the Alpha I Once Rejected : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

‎Kyle stepped out of the room to find Selene. And immediately, the scent of warm, delicious food wafted through his nose, stronger.‎‎A faint smile tugged at his lips despite everything.‎‎“I would never get tired of waking up to this." he muttered to himself as he followed the scent down the stairs.‎‎Each step felt heavier than it should have. Not from exhaustion, but from what he knew he had to do.‎‎“Good morning.”‎‎Selene’s voice met him before he even reached the bottom.‎‎Kyle stepped downstairs and moved towards the kitchen.‎‎Selene stood by the counter, back partially turned to him, hair tied up loosely, moving with easy familiarity as she worked.‎‎For a second, Kyle forgot what he was supposed to say. How could he ruin such a moment?‎‎“…Morning,” he replied, voice lower than usual, “I thought I smelled something good.”‎‎Selene chuckled softly without turning, “I figured you’d be hungry after last night.”‎‎The casualness of it and the ease with which it broug

‎The words didn’t come out dramatically. No tears, no raised voice. Just a flat statement that landed with far more weight than if she’d shouted it.‎‎Kyle looked up at her slowly,“what?” he almost squealed. It wasn’t disbelief as much as it was refusal to accept what he’d just heard.‎‎Jenna’s expression tightened as she said in retort, “What do you mean, what?” she snapped, the calm cracking almost instantly. “I just told you... I’m pregnant.” she emphasized with a sassy jerk of her head.‎‎Kyle shook his head, taking a step back like distance might make it make more sense, “No,” he said under his breath, more to himself than to her. “No, that's... how?”‎‎Jenna let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it, “How?” she echoed, her voice rising. “Are you serious right now?”‎‎Her grip tightened around the test kit as she stepped toward him again, “We had sex, Kyle,” she said, each word edged with frustration. “Multiple times. Or did you forget that part?”‎‎His jaw clench

‎Selene didn’t realize how fast she was walking until her breath began to catch in her chest.‎‎The gravel crunched unevenly beneath her steps as she moved down the road, her vision blurring not just from the rain but from the tears she kept angrily wiping away with the back of her hand. Each swipe was rough. If only she could erase what she’d just found out about Kyle the same way.‎‎Her chest tightened painfully, the weight of her hurt pressing in with every step she took.‎‎The same sister who had stood in her house, laughed with her, teased her about Kyle, watched her blush like some silly girl rediscovering something she thought she’d lost.‎‎All that time… she'd slept with Kyle and hid it from her.‎‎Selene let out a broken breath, shaking her head as if the motion could steady her thoughts.‎‎And Kyle who had looked her in the eyes just last night and told her he loved her.‎‎Kyle, who had kissed and touched her like she mattered. Like she was all he ever wanted.‎‎To

‎Kyle drank again, and again, and again.‎‎Time blurred after a long while of drinking. ‎‎He turned on the TV at some point, though he didn’t even remember doing it. Voices filled the room, meaningless chatter that he didn’t pay attention to, but it kept the silence in the house from swallowing him whole.‎‎The bottle grew lighter by the minute and once he was done with one, another replaced it.‎‎The heavy rain outside slowly drizzled to a stop, fading into a dull background noise as morning turned to noon, and noon bled into evening.‎‎Kyle stayed all day on the couch. Drinking, thinking, and drowning.‎‎For a long time, he had told himself that everything he’d done with Clara, Jenna, and the likes, that every meaningless distraction had been just that.‎‎They had been nothing but ways to fill the space Selene had left behind.‎‎Ways to convince himself he didn’t care.‎‎That he was over her. That he had moved on.‎‎But today stripped all of that away.‎‎Left him with no

‎After Kyle left, the house didn’t fall silent, it sank.‎‎The kind of silence that followed wasn’t empty; it was heavy, pressing down on Selene’s shoulders as if the walls themselves had absorbed everything that had just happened and were now holding it in. She stood where he’d left her for a long while, unmoving, her gaze fixed on nothing in particular.‎‎Her hands were still trembling. Not violently but enough that when she tried to pick up a shirt from the half-packed suitcase, her fingers didn’t quite close around it the way they should have. The fabric slipped from her grip and fell back into the pile.‎‎Selene stared at it.‎‎Then slowly, she sat down on the edge of the sofa.‎‎The energy that had driven her earlier; the urgency, the anger, the need to leave town, it was all gone now. Drained out of her, leaving behind something duller...‎‎An emotional exhaustion...‎‎Her shoulders slumped, and she pressed her palms into her thighs, lowering her head as a quiet breath e