All Chapters of Rejected by the alpha, claimed by his brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Selene’s POVMy father’s eyes hardened the moment I finished speaking.There was no warmth in them. No trace of relief, no sign of a man reunited with his daughter. Only cold, unyielding judgment, like he was looking at something beneath him… something that had failed him.As though my existence had become nothing more than a stain on his name.But he had brought this on himself.“You said I should have gone back to Damon,” I said, my voice sharp, years of buried anger finally rising to the surface. “The truth is, I thought about it. I thought about crawling back, about begging him for whatever scraps he was willing to throw at me.”My lips curled slightly, bitterness cutting through every word.“But then Aric gave me a choice. A real one. One where I didn’t have to bow to Ivana ever again.”The words had barely left my mouth when his hand struck me.The sound cracked through the room, loud and unforgiving.My head snapped to the side, pain blooming across my cheek, but I didn’t cry o

Damon’s POV The palace walls gleamed under the sun as I strode toward the car, each stretch of marble reflecting fragments of me—perfect, composed, regal. But beneath that polished surface, something burned, restless and unsteady, coiling tight in my chest like a wolf pacing behind a cage. Today was the day I would bring Selene home. The thought twisted deep inside me, something dangerously close to hope… or maybe desperation. I couldn’t quite tell the difference anymore. All I knew was that I needed her back. I needed her laughter filling the empty halls, her presence softening the sharp edges of my world. I needed my mate beside me again. I needed her to understand that what had happened was not betrayal, not in the way she believed. I slid into the back seat, the door closing with a muted thud that sealed me inside my own thoughts. The driver adjusted the rearview mirror, waiting. “To the Montclaire estate,” I said. “Yes, Alpha.” The car eased forward, gliding through the pal

Damon’s POVThe palace felt… different when I returned. Maybe it was the light—soft, golden, almost indifferent.Or maybe it was me.Because everything felt colder. The walls that once stood as symbols of power now pressed inward, suffocating, like a tomb closing in around me.I had left this place believing I would return with Selene. I had rehearsed every word. Every apology. Every promise. I had even imagined the way her hand would feel in mine again.But now— The seat beside me was empty.And so was everything else.The car came to a stop at the private entrance of my wing. I stepped out before the driver could open the door, my footsteps echoing sharply against the marble floor.And then—I saw her. My mother.Ivana.Standing at the entrance like a shadow waiting to swallow me whole.Beside her stood Lyra… and the twins. Perfect. Composed. A picture of a family that should never have existed.Something in my chest dropped.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice clipped, con

Damon’s POVThe throne hall was almost empty when I entered.The guards at the doors stiffened instantly, their eyes flickering to the fury written across my face. They didn’t speak. They didn’t dare. They simply stepped aside as I strode past, my footsteps echoing through the vast stone corridor, each one heavier than the last.I had come straight here from my wing, my thoughts a storm I could no longer contain.I was done.Done with silence. Done with patience. Done pretending I could still control this.I wanted answers. And I wanted my mate back.By the time I reached the antechamber, the king’s steward was already bowing. “Your Highness, His Majesty is in his study—”“I’ll see him now,” I said, brushing past him.“But, Your Highness—”“Now.”The double doors opened with a deep, dragging groan.Inside, my father sat behind his desk, surrounded by scrolls, maps, and council reports. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the room. For a moment, he d

Selene’s POVThe villa felt too quiet when I returned.The low hum of the car faded as the gates shut behind me, sealing the world out, and for a long moment, I didn’t move. I remained seated, fingers curled tightly against my knees, my heartbeat loud in my ears, wild and uneven—like something trapped, desperate to escape.The driver glanced at me through the mirror, hesitant, unsure if he should speak.I gave the faintest shake of my head.Silence.When I finally stepped out, the late afternoon sun pressed down on my skin, warm and golden, but I felt none of it.Cold.Everything felt cold.The gardens stretched around me in perfect order—trimmed hedges, gleaming stone fountains, guards moving along the perimeter with quiet precision. Aric’s territory. Safe. Controlled.Unreal.My mind was still back in that room, my father’s voice echoing over and over, relentless, inescapable.Aric is to be bound to Diana Longman… the Alpha King has already decided…The words repeated until breathin