All Chapters of Rejected But Wanted By The Alpha King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The east wing was quiet and isolated, and Rashel had chosen it intentionally.The stone walls muffled sound, and the wide windows overlooked the jagged cliffs of the northern ridge. It wasn’t the prettiest part of Alpha Jethro’s estate, but it was the farthest from him, and that had been the point of the move. To get away from Jethro and Veronica and any drama. She just wanted to breathe and have alone time with her unborn child.She stood barefoot near the hearth, watching embers flicker in the fireplace. Her mug of tea had gone cold in her hands. Silence wrapped around her like a cloak; it was heavy, but she welcomed it. Other than the solitude, there was no real comfort in this separation, only necessity.Across the compound, in the heart of the western wing, Jethro stared blankly at his untouched drink. He seemed oblivious of the fact that it was whiskey, his favorite. A gift from the Eastern Pack Alpha. It was expensive and aged in oak barrels.

The east wing was colder than the rest of the house, not physically but emotionally. It was too quiet, too detached. Rashel had tried convincing herself that the isolation was good. Necessary even. But as the days passed, the silence threatened to suffocate her, as if the walls themselves were aware of the war raging inside her. She was now desperate to escape her own thoughts, even if it meant returning to the main house.She sat cross-legged on the bed, her laptop resting against her thighs. The screen glowed with lines of code and security encryption layers she had once built with pride. Fortis. Her pride and pain in one package. The project Seth had entrusted to her before everything fell apart—before he’d thrown her out like a broken piece of glass he no longer needed. Now, it belonged to Viola. And yet here Rashel was, fingers dancing across her keyboard like it still meant something. It was muscle memory. Updating firewalls, rerouting protocols, and rewriti

Rashel sat at the small writing desk in her room, which had become her home, fingers tapping absently against the wood grain. Morning light spilled through the high arched windows, but it felt like a spotlight of interrogation rather than warmth, so she stood up and closed the curtains. She hadn’t slept much. For one, her baby seemed to be having a hard time staying still at night. Also, she had been having the gnawing sense that something wasn’t right; something was going to happen soon. Now that she actually thought about it, she knew why. Veronica had been quiet. Too quiet.Jethro’s soon-to-be mate wasn’t one to sulk in silence. She was a roaring lioness, looking for whom to devour, always poised, always watching, always two seconds away from pouncing. Rashel knew it was only a matter of time before she struck again.What she didn’t know was that the time would come upon her quickly.By midday, a knock at the door disrupted Rashe

The estate lay quiet under a thick blanket of night, its sprawling wings dark and still except for the faint hum of security systems and the distant whisper of wind against stone. Inside the conference room, Rashel sat alone, eyes fixed on the glowing screen of her laptop, fingers moving with purpose over the keys.The air smelled faintly of Jethro’s perfume and old wood, and the soft ticking of the antique clock marked time in steady beats.Her body ached from long hours of sitting in one place and her pregnancy, which was now an obvious bulge at five months. But her mind was sharp, scanning lines of data, cross-referencing encrypted logs, searching for the ghost of a traitor in her midst. Though she tried to focus, a creeping sense of unease crawled beneath her skin, prickling her nerves like the first cold bite of winter.All the hairs on her body stood. Her ears twitched, and her wolf was threatening to take over her. Something was wrong.Rashel

The entire estate was unusually quiet as evening approached; everyone was getting exhausted from the day’s work, it seemed. Rashel sat at the corner of her bed, rubbing her abdomen gently, her thoughts tangled in the complexity of her situation. Her hand paused as she felt a flutter—a slight movement that stole her breath. It wasn’t too soon for her baby to arrive yet; she was due for delivery in two months. At least that was what the doctor said. So, why was she having such pains now?A knock on her door broke her stream of thoughts. She called out softly, and a young maid stepped in, carrying a tray. Rashel offered a tired smile as the girl placed the food on the nightstand.“Miss Charlene insisted you eat before your meeting with the Alpha,” the girl said, bowing politely.Rashel nodded and thanked her, waiting until the door shut to pull the tray closer. A steaming bowl of chicken stew, a few slices of fruit, and a cup of tea sa