All Chapters of Rejected My Alpha Mate For His Rogue Uncle: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

She started shaking violently.Her small body trembled against the bed, fingers clutching at the sheets like she was drowning in something I couldn’t see. Her teeth chattered. Tears slipped from the corners of her closed eyes.“Allene,” I called, rushing to her side.She didn’t answer me.She was crying.Soft at first.Then harder.“Where are you…?” she whispered brokenly. “Where did you go…?”My chest tightened so painfully I could barely breathe.“I’m here,” I said immediately, grabbing her hand. “Allene, I’m here.”But she kept shaking.Kept muttering.“Don’t leave me… please… don’t go…”Something inside me cracked.I turned sharply to the healers. “What’s wrong with her?!” I shouted. “What’s going on?!”They rushed forward, placing their hands over her, checking her pulse, her temperature, her breathing.One of them frowned.Another shook his head slowly.“There’s nothing physically wrong,” he said carefully. “Her vitals are stable.”“Stable?!” I barked. “Does this look stable to

Jesse's POVI banged my fists on the bars of the cell. It hurts but I didn't care. I needed to warn Draven, I can't let Allene die."Will you stop it?" One of the guards shouted, and if looks could kill I would probably be dead right now from the intense glare he was throwing my way."I need... to see Draven." I stuttered out. "I have something important to tell him.""Keep whatever it is to yourself and stop making noise or I will strangle you by myself." He threatened and looked away from me.I didn't stop, I continued banging my fist on the bars. The metals, digging into my skin. Enough to draw blood."Why Jesse?” Mia groaned from the next cell close to mine. "Why are you making so much noise, I need to rest.""My back is already destroyed and I don't need you to destroy my ear drums too." She continued."This is a matter between life and death, Mia." I hissed. "Why are you so nonchalant about it?" "Because you are disturbing my peace and what do you even need Draven for?" She que

Allene I woke up with a violent gasp, dragging in a breath so cold and sharp it felt like my lungs had been empty for days. My chest rose and fell too quickly, and for a moment I could not understand why everything felt so heavy and distant. My eyelids fluttered open slowly, as if even that small movement required strength I was not sure I possessed.The room around me was dimly lit by lanterns that cast soft golden shadows against wooden walls. The scent of crushed herbs and bitter medicine filled the air, thick enough to make my head ache. It took me a few seconds to recognize where I was. I was in the healer’s chambers.Confusion settled over me like a blanket. I could not remember lying down. I could not remember falling asleep. My body felt weak, almost detached from me, as if I were floating just above it instead of living inside it.When I tried to move my hands, I realized they were already being held.Firmly.Desperately.Warm fingers were wrapped around mine, trembling slig

Draven Jesse stared at me like I had just struck him.His fingers tightened around the iron bars, knuckles paling, eyes wide with disbelief.“And so what?” I repeated coldly, my voice echoing through the dungeon walls.He blinked once.Twice.Then he let out a broken, incredulous laugh.“And so what?” he demanded, his voice rising. “And so what?!”The words bounced off the stone like a challenge.The guards froze.Even the whip paused mid-air.Jesse shook his head violently, stepping closer to the bars. “She gave you the antidote! She told you where it was! You said— you said once she did, you would not hurt her!”His voice cracked on the last word.I turned slowly to face him fully. “Yes,” I said.“And so what? I ask again.”The silence that followed was suffocating.Jesse’s mouth parted slightly, as if he had expected denial. An excuse. Something that sounded remotely honorable. I gave him none.Mia lifted her head weakly at that, blood tracing down her temple, a faint smile curvin

AlleneDraven looked at me.Then he looked at Jesse.There was a long pause between those two glances, as if something unspoken passed through his mind, something I couldn’t reach no matter how hard I tried.Before I could speak again, his fingers tightened around mine.Not gently.Not roughly either.Just firmly enough to remind me that once he made up his mind, it was almost impossible to move him.And then he lifted me.The world tilted as my feet left the ground, and I instinctively held onto him.“Draven—”“You should rest,” he said, already walking away from the courtyard, his voice steady and controlled. “So rest. Leave these matters to me.”The rogues stepped aside immediately. No one dared question him.But I wasn’t done.“I can’t just stay quiet,” I said, trying to sit up straighter in his arms. “This is about me.”He didn’t slow down.He carried me back inside and into the room, placing me carefully on the bed like I was something fragile, something that might shatter if ha