Semua Bab Rejected My Alpha Mate For His Rogue Uncle: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Allene He thought he could really break me? That he could do anything he wanted and I’d find running into his arms like a fool? He must really be a joker. Sure, my chest still tightened from the hurt of having him declare immediately that he never trusted me. But I knew that I couldn’t wallow in that for too long, not when I had another mission to achieve. I needed to get that out of the way already. With that, I made my way to the pack’s little library— one of the most quiet places in the pack. Hurt and confusion tangled together in my chest tightly as I sat down that I could barely breathe. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. I wanted to wake up and find that none of this was real. But no. I would not break now. I would prove that I was framed. I wiped my face with shaking hands and reached for my phone. My head ached from too much thinking too but I pushed that aside. I settled properly as I realized that the work before me wasn’t little. First, I needed to prove that t

Allene Draven had been doing everything possible to get me to forgive him fully. He sent gifts thrice everyday and it had been four days since we had that dinner. Every night when we went to sleep and lay on the bed, we’re mostly always in silence till he’d manage to summon courage and pull me into his arms. And even at that, the weirdness never fully left the air. Since Katie was publicly punished and banished, a bit of strangeness still seemed to remained amid the rogues. I could feel it in the air, in the way most people stopped smiling or talking to one another and in the way they all avoided looking into my eyes or even as much as talking to me. I made my way to the training grounds where the bikers hung around lazily. Majority of them straightened up the moment they saw me, but they still maintained distance. “Y’all can move close, you know.” I said and they did just that immediately as though they were only waiting for me to say those words to them before they could mov

Allene Preparations for the competition had started and heavens, if I knew that the people would be so invested in it, I’d have suggested it since. I stood before them as they practiced with full joy, Draven also standing proudly beside me. “Baby, words can’t begin to express how proud I am of you.” He said, nodding alongside his words. “I know, right.” I mumbled, smiling softly too. The people cheered one another even more and I focused on them even more too. I had decided that I was going to pick out some of the representatives through the training that was going on. After noting certain details about some people, I turned to look at Draven who seemed to be doing just what I was doing too. “You know, I’ve been thinking about something and I think you should have reminisced about it by now too. “What’s that?” He asked and I looked around. I couldn’t say it in public without anyone hearing even if I went the lowest that I could go. Werewolves have freakishly high sense

Allene The next day came too fast. I barely even slept a wink all through the night. The message kept replaying in my head. 'If you want to know more about what happened those years, come to the Manor Hotel.' I told myself I was being foolish. I told myself I should tell Draven. But I didn’t. All day, I felt uneasy. There was a strange tightness in my chest, like something bad was waiting just around the corner. Draven noticed I was distracted. “Are you alright?” he asked at breakfast. “I’m fine,” I replied quickly. He studied me for a moment, like he didn’t believe me, but he let it go. He had apologized a lot for his outburst yesterday and even though I had forgiven him, again, I hadn’t said it to him yet. That made me feel worse. When evening finally came, I changed into something simple and dark. Nothing too noticeable. My hands were slightly shaking as I fixed my hair. I stared at myself in the mirror. “This is just information,” I whispered to myself. “Y

Allene I woke up feeling a bottomless amount of heat. It was everywhere. Under my skin. In my chest. In my stomach. Between my thighs. It felt like I was burning from the inside out. My breathing was uneven, shallow, and I could feel sweat gathering at the back of my neck. The blankets suddenly felt too heavy, too thick, too suffocating. Draven was holding my hand. His fingers were wrapped around mine tightly, like he was scared I would disappear if he let go. "Allene… Allene are you okay?” His voice sounded far away and too close at the same time. No. The word barely came out of my mouth. It was weak. Breathless. He sat up immediately. His chair scraped lightly against the floor. “I’ll call the healer.” He started to stand, but panic rushed through me at the thought of him leaving the room. I didn’t even think. I just reacted. I dragged him back. My fingers wrapped around his wrist with more strength than I thought I had. “Don’t go…” My voice cracked