All Chapters of Rejected But Wanted By The Alpha King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

White walls. The sterile scent of antiseptic. A low, rhythmic beep.That was all Rashel could register as consciousness returned to her in a reluctant tide. Her head felt like it had been split in two, and her throat was so dry it burned when she tried to swallow. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, but the harsh hospital lights made her wince, and then she shut them before opening them again.She managed to look around and remember how she got here, and then she saw him. Alpha Jethro.He was slumped in the chair beside her bed, dark circles under his eyes. With his shirt crumpled and the top buttons undone, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. Still, Rashel couldn’t help but notice that he looked impossibly handsome. His hand was curled around hers, his thumb motionless against her skin. He seemed to have drifted off to sleep. It dawned on her that he had been there for as long as she had been there. At the thought of this, a soft gasp escaped her lips.Jethro’s head snapped up. His t

The heavy silence in Jethro’s study was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the old brass clock on the wall. Rashel stood with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her face a mask of rigid control. But the fury in her eyes betrayed her calm.Jethro sat behind his desk, the shadows from the fire dancing over the sharp lines of his face. He looked exhausted—drained in a way that went beyond lack of sleep. This had been building for days, and tonight it would explode.“You’ve got to stop,” Jethro said, his voice hoarse but firm. “This constant hostility… Rashel, I’m not your enemy.”She blinked at him, incredulous. “You lied to Seth. You told him, This child is yours.”“And you didn’t correct me.”“Because I had to!” she snapped.Jethro stood, the force of his movement sending his chair skidding back a few inches. “Then why are you angry with me? You went along with it. You stood right there and said it was mine. If you hated the lie so much, why did you help me tell it?”Her brea

A week after the ignition of Project Requital, Rashel’s world split open, first with pain, then with a scream that echoed across the east wing of the estate like a warning shot. They were in the security room working on the new project when her contractions began.She gripped the side of the bed, teeth clenched, soaked in sweat as another contraction tore through her like a jagged blade. Her knees buckled, but Milla caught her. The rest of the team was shouting and calling out to Jethro, calling the medic team, and alerting every channel in the secured estate.She was only seven months into the pregnancy, but they’d all been warned. Werewolf gestation was fast, especially when Alpha bloodlines were involved. And this child… this child was born from war and fire. Rashel could feel it.“Move her!” Jethro shouted orders to Charlene and Milla. He had never had to take care of a pregnant woman before, and he was afraid that something wo

Jethro’s roar shook the glass walls as he slammed into Marcellus, tearing him away from Rashel before the beta’s claws could sink into her. Marcellus crashed into the far wall with bone-cracking force, sliding to the floor in a stunned heap. Rashel’s breath heaved in her chest, one hand pressed to the panic button she hadn’t reached in time.Jethro’s power poured through the room like a storm surge. His eyes burned gold, his voice a low snarl.“Don’t you dare, Marcellus.”Marcellus tried to stand, but Jethro’s aura alone forced him back down. He trembled, sweat dripping from his temples, unable to meet the Alpha’s gaze. Rashel could barely move, her heart still thundering from the beta’s attack

The world outside the mirrored towers of Scepter Technologies always felt like a breath of fresh air to Rashel. Once she was outside, Veronica, Viola, or even Seth had no hold on her. It almost felt like she was free. But inside the Den, Scepter’s heart and center, peace had no place. Only hard facts and harder choices.She hadn’t slept for more than an hour, running on a cocktail of caffeine, adrenaline, and sheer rage. Project Bastion had nearly collapsed. One corrupted security file had threatened to expose centuries of werewolf defense protocols and the entire encryption keychain protecting Scepter’s assets.If Bastion fell, the pack would fall with it.Rashel had barely paused to breathe, fighting code line by line, deploying brute forc