Alle Kapitel von His rejected curvy secret : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Faye POV The moonlight still covered the garden in soft silver light. And the old willow tree branches moved gently in the night breeze. The sounds of music and laughter from the great hall still carried across the grass, but they felt far away now as I could hear my heart beat fast and loud in my ears. The fear I felt made my stomach twist tight. Rieka was coming toward us with quick angry steps. Her white dress glowed under the moon and the crown on her head sat a little crooked from running. Her cheeks looked red and flushed. I felt sick watching her. This girl used to be my best friend. She used to hug me when I cried about dresses that didn’t fit. She used to share her snacks with me at school while she told me that I was pretty even when others laughed at my body. We spent years together—having sleepovers, sharing secrets, and making promises to always be there. Now she wore Thorn’s mark on her neck and his crown on her head. Seeing her in that white silk dress, and with that

Faye povThe upstairs corridor in the Miller's pack house felt long and quiet the next day. I tried to stay invisible. I walked with my head down, steps soft and slow, hoping no one would notice me. My body still ached from last night and my wrist had a red mark where Thorn had grabbed me hard. My side hurt from the fall, and my heart felt heavy from remembering everything that happened under the willow tree. How intense it got. How Thorn’s voice shook with anger when he said I was his. And how he used his authority as future Alpha to order me back inside with him. “You belong here,” he said then. “You don’t get to walk away. You’re part of this pack and you will follow me.” His words carried weight. Everyone around us listened. The warriors watched and I followed because I was scared. Scared of what he might do if I said no. Scared of the warriors stepping in and scared to make things worse for the baby. Now I just wanted to hide until I could leave forever. I kept my hand on my sto

Faye pov The dark road stretched long and empty under the moon. Trees stood tall on both sides. Their branches looked black against the sky as my feet pounded hard on the dirt. My breath came fast and sharp. Fear made my legs move quicker than I thought they could. The phone stayed tight in my hand. The photos were saved. Proof of Robin’s plans. Proof he wanted to hurt Jacob. I ran toward the main house lights far ahead. My lungs burned and my side hurt from the old fall. I stumbled once on a rock. My knee scraped the ground and pain shot up my leg. I pushed up fast. I couldn’t stop. Robin was behind me. His footsteps sounded close and his voice was low and mean. “You can’t run forever, Faye.” I didn’t answer. I just kept running. My heart hammered so loud it drowned out everything else. I felt scared—scared he would catch me, scared he would take my phone, scared he would hurt the baby. The road curved and the house lights grew brighter. I pushed harder as my legs felt heavy. M

Faye povThe great hall looked almost the same as it did on Thorn’s coronation night. Green and gold banners still hung from the high beams. Torchlight flickered across them and made the fabric shine. The Long tables stood along the walls with white cloth and silver platters. The raised platform waited at the front with the same velvet cushion where the crown had rested before. The pack members filled every space—men in dark tunics, women in dresses of green and silver, and children sitting on laps or standing close to parents. The air smelled like pine from the garlands and spiced wine from the pitchers. Everyone talked in low voices. The room felt crowded and heavy as I walked in with two of Luna Miller’s guards on either side of me. My legs shook with every step that I took and my arms held my baby girl close to my chest. She stayed quiet, with her tiny face hidden against my shirt. I wore simple gray—nothing special, nothing bridal. With no flowers in my hair. And no jewelry. J

Faye pov The courtyard had gone completely still the moment the words left my mouth. No one moved. No one breathed loudly. Everyone stared at me while Jacob on one knee, bleeding and fading; Thorn standing tall with his cruel smile; the warriors frozen in their places; the elders with their shocked faces. My voice had been quiet but firm when I said it. “Take mine.” Now those two words hung in the air like something heavy that no one knew how to lift.My whole body shook. My knees felt weak, but I turned to the nearest female warrior anyway. She stood close, her eyes wide with fear and surprise. I carefully passed my baby over to her. The little one fussed a bit as I let go, her tiny hands reaching for me. I placed her gently in the woman’s arms and said, “Please hold her. Keep her safe for me.” My voice cracked on the last word. The warrior nodded quickly. She cradled my daughter close to her chest, one hand supporting her head, the other wrapped protectively around her small body.