Semua Bab Rejected But Wanted By The Alpha King: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The estate was quiet when Seth returned; there were no signs of foul play. But the air felt heavy on him, like the entire weight of the night was resting on his chest. Even though he was now in his own home, he still had one hand beneath his jacket, gripping his gun. His forehead stung where he had grazed it earlier, and remnants of grit and dried blood mingled together there.As he walked through the compound, he had only one person on his mind. Viola. She was the only one who had been adamant about stopping him from proceeding with his peace talks.He walked through the entrance hall without speaking to the guards. Their eyes darted toward him as he moved; they noticed his appearance, but no one dared say a word. His boots thudded against the polished marble floors, leaving small traces of grit behind.He found Viola in the drawing room, perched on a velvet couch. A wine glass was dangling from her hand. Her robe was silk, emerald against her pale skin, her ha

Even though the compound was filled with guards and staff outside, the inside of the house felt empty when Seth returned. He dropped his keys in the dish beside the coat rack.“Viola?” He called, looking in the drawing first to see if she was there, but she wasn’t.“Baby? Viola, are you in?” Still, there was no answer. Seth remembered seeing Viola’s car parked in the garage, so if she wasn’t in the house, that meant she had gone out without her car.When he checked the rooms on the ground floor and didn’t find her, he gave up and went into his room.It wasn’t unusual for Viola to disappear for hours, but tonight it felt different. He needed her, an

Rashel woke with a start. Sunlight had crept into the room through the window. She checked on Kael, who was still sleeping soundly beside her. She had brought him back to her room last night to watch some cartoons, and when he fell asleep, she didn’t want to take him to the nursery, so she cuddled up beside him and slept.These days, she didn’t have to spend her nights in the control room or Scepter’s den, fighting sleep and being scared that something bad was going to happen. These days, she could work regular hours at Scepter Towers and still spend enough time with Kael as his mother. Yet, Rashel’s heart wasn’t still at peace; the reason was a folded note on her desk, sent by Seth.She walked to the desk and picked the letter up again. It was in a cream‑colored envelope that was crisp

The late‑afternoon sun slanted through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the council hall, streaking the polished tables with rays of gold. The air‑conditioning cooled the room, providing a contrast to the hot air outside. Low murmurs of different voices harmonized into a distorted hum.Rashel sat near the center of the long, glossy table, her tablet open, stylus in hand. She wore a soft cream blouse under a fitted blazer, her hair swept back in a knot that somehow made her look like a no-nonsense instructor. Jethro sat two seats to her left.The council meeting had been running for nearly two hours. Discussions on border tech upgrades and logistics had begun to blur together and form a meaningless jumble in Rashel’s mind. She rolled her eyes when the chairwoman spoke, giving the floor to the following agen

The night was oddly quiet; even the nocturnal insects didn’t chirp. It was like they were sharing in Rashel’s feelings. The silence was only briefly disturbed by the crackle of the flame Rashel had produced by burning Seth’s letters. Rashel crouched by her little campfire and watched as the papers burned and turned into ashes.“Goodbye, Seth,” she said to no one in particular, as she tossed the last scrap of paper into the fire. That one, too, was quickly turned into ash by the fire. As the ashes flew with the slight evening breeze, Rashel exhaled. Wishing that this meant Seth would stay off her back.***In the days that followed their midnight rendezvous, Rashel moved with purpose, taking great care not to collide with Jethro.