Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected By The Alpha, Now Pregnant With His Baby: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Alec “Well, don’t just stand there looking pretty, Alec. If you’re going to hover, at least pay attention.” Isadora’s tone is biting, like I’m the one dragging her out here instead of the other way around. I cross my arms, giving her an unimpressed look as she kneels beside one of the older traps on the western boundary. We’ve been at this for all of ten minutes, and she’s already talking to me like I’m some clueless newbie she’s been saddled with. This, after practically demanding I tag along so she could “show me” the pack’s weak points. “Alright, then,” I say, trying not to sound sarcastic. “Enlighten me.” She glances over her shoulder with a sigh. “The wiring here is old. The trip mechanism isn’t sensitive enough, so anything with a trace of magic—say, a demon slipping through the boundaries—could go unnoticed, especially if it’s in its true form. With the state these traps are in, they wouldn’t catch anything but the most obvious threat.” I follow her line of sight to the wi

IsadoraJob-hunting shouldn’t be this hard, right? I’ve covered half the town, plastered on a smile at every place that’ll listen, and still… nothing. Luna or not, nobody’s hiring.The town square buzzes with life as I navigate through it. Honestly, I’ve missed this—the small-town charm, the shopkeepers who still know my name, the feeling of a community. But apparently, job prospects are on the endangered list here, and I’m beginning to wonder if this whole thing was a ridiculous idea. I mean, it’s not like Alec can’t afford for me to take my time. But I’d rather pull my own weight, thank you very much.I’m turning the corner past the bakery, eyeing a possible “Help Wanted” sign, when a familiar voice cuts through the street noise.“Oh my gosh! Isadora?”I nearly groan. That chirpy, fake-sweet tone could only belong to one person.I plaster on a polite smile, turning just in time to see Molly Walker—the high school queen bee from Starfire Hollow turned grown-up menace—grinning as she

AlecDinner with my new wife should’ve felt like a step in the right direction. A chance to start fresh, clear the air, build… something.So far, it’s felt about as friendly as a high-stakes negotiation.We’re seated at this little Italian place just outside East Hills. Warm lighting, candles on every table, music that’s soft and pleasant but not overly romantic. The place itself is nice—small but cozy, with the kind of ambiance that usually puts people at ease. Not tonight, though. Our table might as well be a battlefield.I glance across the table, watching Isadora sip her fourth glass of vodka and soda for the night. Her fingers tap against the glass, and her gaze stays fixed on the wall like she’s hoping the night will end if she ignores me long enough.“So,” I say, leaning back, “are you planning on actually talking tonight? Or is the silent treatment part of the date package?”She doesn’t even glance my way. “No one asked you to sit there and watch me drink.”I sigh. “You know,

IsadoraI wake up with a headache that feels like a small construction crew is hammering inside my skull. The first blurry thought that crosses my mind is that I should avoid vodka for the rest of my life. Then, like a slow-motion horror reel, memories from last night trickle in—the drinks, the accusations, the way Alec just… listened.And… oh no, his apology.I sink further under the covers, as if they’ll somehow shield me from the mortification boiling up in my chest. I don’t remember every detail, but I remember enough to know I basically spilled out years of resentment and anger right in front of him. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he apologized. Genuinely apologized. Just thinking about it has me wrestling between wanting to hide and wanting to face him.After a few more minutes, I decide on avoidance. I pull myself together, gulp down water with a side of painkillers, and grab my things, making it to the bookstore an hour early, hoping to lose myself in a mountain of books befor

AlecThe council room reeks of stale coffee and frustration.Damien leans back, one leg crossed over the other as he studies a rough map of Glory Town, the region that encompasses East Hills, Starfire Hollow, and Red Arrow packs, laid out on the table between us. He looks far too relaxed for someone who’s meant to be helping me locate a demon portal.Gray, on the other hand, stands stiff as a rod with his arms crossed like he’s barely tolerating the whole thing. I swear the man hasn’t cracked a smile since I first met him.“Let me get this straight,” I say, pinching the bridge of my nose, “we’ve combed every damn inch of our respective territories, sent scouts day and night, and we still have nothing?”Gray, Red Arrow’s alpha, sighs, shifting his weight, arms still crossed like he’s trying to hold himself together through sheer posture. “Pretty much sums it up, Alec. If there’s a portal somewhere, it’s hidden damn well. Or maybe the demons are simply biding their time and haven’t even