Todos los capítulos de Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed by His Billionaire Brother: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

(Aria’s POV)“I, Liam Blackwood, reject you—”The bond snaps tight in my chest, then twists.“I reject you,” he repeats, slower, like he wants there to be no confusion. “As my mate.”The room goes dead silent.Then the whispers start.“He’s rejecting her?”“Did I hear that right?”“Of course he is. Look who it is.”My fingers go numb.Mates don’t do this.They don’t.Rejection is supposed to be a last-resort thing when the Goddess clearly made a mistake.Not… this.Not done like an announcement at a party.My throat scrapes. “You—” My voice cracks. “Liam, you can’t—”“I can,” he cuts in, eyes hard as stone. “And I am.”My heart lurches like it’s trying to climb out of my chest. The bond that started to glow a second ago flickers violently.I feel it tearing.“You’re humiliating yourself,” he says flatly. “And my pack.”The words hit harder than any physical blow.Somewhere to my left, Mira makes a small, delighted sound.The Alpha doesn’t interrupt.No one steps in.They’re letting hi

(Aria’s POV)The car ride from the border feels unreal — too smooth, too quiet, too deliberate. Damien Blackwood sits across from me like a storm disguised in a suit, scrolling through his phone as if he didn’t just rescue his brother’s rejected mate from exile.I can’t stop staring out the window. Forest turns into road. Road becomes small human buildings. Then everything explodes upward into tall towers and glittering glass.“Are you always this… decisive?” I ask.Damien doesn’t look up. “I dislike wasted time.”Right. Of course he does.The city grows around us — tall, sharp, intimidating. I swallow. The tallest building streaking the sky looks like it was built to house secrets. And men like him.We descend into an underground parking level where the lighting is bright enough to hurt. No dirt. No oil stains. The kind of place where even shadows behave.He steps out first. “Come.”I follow him to a private elevator that has no buttons. Just a glowing panel. He presses his thumb aga

Aria woke with a jolt.For a moment she forgot where she was—no creaky packhouse floors, no stiff mattress, no cold morning air that smelled faintly of rejection. Instead, she was wrapped in soft gray sheets, warm and clean, with sunlight filtering through tall windows framed by thick velvet curtains.She blinked, disoriented. Then everything from the night before rushed back to her—the rejection ceremony, the whispers, the way her heart had shattered with Liam’s words, and Damien sweeping in like a storm and taking her away before she crumbled completely.Her chest tightened, but she forced a slow breath.She wasn’t home. She wasn’t in the pack. She was in Damien Blackwood’s mansion—no, his fortress.A knock interrupted her thoughts.“Aria?” A woman’s soft voice. “I brought breakfast.”Aria sat up quickly. “Come in.”A tall woman entered, dressed in a simple black uniform. She carried a tray of food… pancakes, fruit, fresh juice, and something that smelled far too good for someone wh

Aria couldn’t feel her hands.Her whole body buzzed with shock, fear, and disbelief—all layered over the rising, unsettling truth that Damien’s presence calmed her even when everything else crumbled.Someone wanted her dead. Dead. Not returned. Not punished.Dead.Her wolf whimpered faintly inside her, not fully awakened but jolted enough to make her heart race harder.Damien didn’t flinch. He didn’t panic. He didn’t even blink twice.He simply crushed the note into dust between his fingers and turned to the guard.“Who delivered it?” he asked.The guard swallowed. “No one we saw. It was tied to the main gate with silver thread.”Aria tensed. “Silver?”Damien’s voice darkened. “A warning. And an insult.”Liora’s face drained of color. “Silver means intent to harm. It’s symbolic.”“It’s a threat,” Damien corrected. “A coward’s threat.”He looked at Aria.Not with pity. Not with worry.With razor-sharp assessment.“Your pack didn’t send this,” Damien said quietly. “Liam may be imp

The engines purred beneath Aria’s feet like a living thing.She sat rigidly in the back seat of Damien’s armored car, hands clenched in her lap, every sense stretched thin. The mansion vanished behind them as iron gates slid shut with a final, echoing clang. Guards bowed as the vehicle passed. No lights. No sirens. Just the steady hum of power moving unseen through the night.Damien sat beside her, close but not touching.He had changed his shirt. Not because of the blood. Blood never bothered him. But because it reminded him of how close she had come to dying.“You’re certain this is necessary,” Aria said quietly.“Yes.”No hesitation. No softening.The word settled in her bones.She looked out the tinted window. The city lights thinned, then disappeared altogether, swallowed by forest and open land. Her wolf pressed against her consciousness, restless, alert, like it recognized the direction they were heading.“Where are we going?” she asked.Damien watched the road ahead. “Somewher