Todos os capítulos de Rejected By The Beta, Claimed By His Alpha Uncle : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Jenna’s face paled as her stomach churned in anxiety. Her mother’s pendant was ancient, carved with runes from a bloodline older than any pack. Her ashes… were all she had left.“And if I don’t?” Tears stung behind her eyes but she blinked them back. She wouldn’t give Chloe the satisfaction.“Then your mother’s ashes disappear. And the pendant? I’ll melt it down and wear it as earrings.” Chloe’s smile was cruel and her voice was filled with venom. “Tick-tock, dear.”Jenna stood frozen, her mind racing. She couldn’t give Chloe the documents—that would undo everything. But how could she risk losing the last sacred pieces of her mother?Just then, she spotted Alpha Ryker approaching from the corridor. Relief flickered in her chest.But it was short-lived.“Don’t get too excited,” Chloe hissed, stepping closer, her perfume suffocating. “He can’t know about this. If you so much as whisper a word to him…” Her smile faded, replaced by a deadly stillness. “Be ready to lose everything. Includi

Jenna tapped her spoon against the pot, steam curling up as the scent of rosemary and garlic filled the kitchen. Mrs. Anderson peers over her shoulder, her brow raised. “Since when do you cook?” Jenna grinned, stirring the sauce carefully. “Since I wanted to say thank you.” “hmmm….” the old lady said, clearly unconvinced. “Thank him with words. You don’t have to do this.” “He saved my life, Mrs. Anderson. Twice. He stayed with me when I was unconscious.” Jenna defended. “He’s not that cruel after all.” Her fingers tighten on the spoon, remembering the way Ryker’s arms had held her, how his voice had softened as he whispered her name. How safe she’d felt—even after everything. No, this isn’t just a thank-you. She was hopeful. “Maybe he really does love me.” Jenna thought to herself. “Do you think he'll like it?” She asked, turning to the old lady. “I think this is a bad idea,” Mrs Anderson sneered. By late morning, the dish is packed in a sleek lunch box. Mrs. Ande

Jenna didn’t remember when she stopped crying—only that her pillow was soaked and the ache in her chest had settled like a thorn in her ribs.The room was dark now. There are no rays of light through the curtains.Jenna lay curled on the far side of her bed, away from the door, away from everything that reminded her of him. Her pillow was damp beneath her cheek, soaked with silent tears she had long stopped trying to hold back.She hated how easily her body betrayed her emotions. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, painful breaths, and her hand trembled as she stroked her swollen belly. The babies had grown quieter tonight, as if they too felt the tension that wrapped itself like a smoke around the villa.She didn’t know how long she cried for—minutes, hours—until exhaustion dragged her into a fragile sleep, one that offered no peace.But she woke up to a sound.Faint at first. Like fabric brushing against stone. Then sharper. Metallic. A dragging scrape. A distant click.Jenna blinke

Morning light crept across Jenna’s bed, but instead of the embrace she’d hoped for, she woke to emptiness. Ryker was gone. The sheets beside her were cold, untouched.Panic flickered in her chest before she steadied herself. It wasn’t his red room. She dressed quietly, with so many racing thoughts. The villa felt noisy.She wandered through the halls. At the grand entrance, a cream-colored card sat on the welcome desk:Welcome, Nina.Her breath caught. She touched the paper, mind spinning. Nina?Before she could dwell on it, heels clicked from the stairwell. Nina appeared in sharp focus. Poised and elegant as always.“Good morning,” Nina said softly, her voice smooth. “I’m in charge until Ryker returns.”Jenna swallowed. “I… heard he left?”Nina nodded. “Coming home late. He has plans— but dinner tonight is his idea.”“What dinner?”“You’ll see.” Nina’s gaze was unblinking. “It’s a celebration. A new era.”Jenna backed away unsure of what celebration she meant. “I didn’t know—”“You’l

Jenna’s hands ached. The mop handle dug into the soft spot between her thumb and forefinger, raw and red. Her knees had gone numb hours ago, scrubbing Ryker’s endless marble floors while Mrs. Anderson barked orders like she’d been waiting for this moment.Breakfast had been the worst.At the end of the first hour, her hands ached. The mop left streaks no matter how hard she pushed. Her fingers trembled from the cold water. Her belly pulled uncomfortably with every crouch, but she endured it.The servants whispered. They didn’t always realize she was nearby. She caught words like “lunatic” and “jealous” floating in the air like pollen.Nina, of course, insisted Jenna serve her tray personally. Ryker wasn’t around—again. Jenna didn’t know where he had vanished to these days. He hadn’t said another word since sentencing her to this humiliation.Nina lounged in the sunroom in a silk robe, her feet propped on a velvet pillow, holding a book she clearly wasn’t reading. Her perfect blonde wa