All Chapters of His Rejected Mate: Her Cold Hearted Alpha: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

*Adele's point of view*Demarion’s fingers laced through mine, pulling me with a gentle, yet urgent strength toward the stone walls of the castle.The world tilted as he scooped me up, holding me close against his chest. He carried me up the long flight of stairs and directly into our bedroom. Before the door could even click shut behind us, he turned me in his arms. His lips found mine instantly. His tongue moved with a bold, rhythmic grace that felt like a challenge, coaxing me to respond until I was lost in the heat of him.I could feel the warmth rising from his bare skin in waves. It made me impatient, and I let the blanket slip from my shoulders to the floor. I locked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.He pulled back just an inch, trailing light, soft kisses across my face and jaw."You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen," he whispered. His voice was thick and low. He nipped at the sensitive skin of my neck, and a low sound escaped my throat. "

*Adele's point of view*Life after that became easier. Not perfect, but lighter, if you get what I mean.Demarion asked me out on a proper date not long after everything settled. We spent hours walking side by side, sometimes talking, sometimes just enjoying the quiet. At one point, we ended up by the beach. The waves rolled in and out, steady and calm, while we sat on the sand and let time pass.He told me stories about his childhood. About the trouble he got into, the adventures he had, the moments that shaped him into who he was. I listened, really listened, and for the first time, I saw all the pieces that made him whole. And then I opened up too. I told him about my past, about my pack and about the things I had seen, the things I had gone through growing up. We shed some tears and we laughed hard too. Some moments hurt to say out loud, but saying them felt like letting go of something heavy I had carried for too long.That day, something changed between us. The walls we had buil

*Adele's point of view*"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Alice in Wonderland! Happy birthday to you!" everyone sang together while the Alpha and I held our little princess in our arms. Their voices filled the large pack house with warmth and laughter.It was like time had moved fast in the past few years.A smile spread across my face as Cindy stepped closer to Alice and asked gently, “Alice, can you tell us and show us how old you are now?”Alice’s big round eyes sparkled with excitement. A tiny giggle burst out of her little chest as she looked at Cindy, then slowly turned to the crowd staring back at her. The moment she noticed all the eyes on her, she looked up at me for reassurance. I smiled softly and nodded.“I me free!” she shouted proudly, lifting three tiny fingers into the air.My chest tightened with love so suddenly it almost hurt. At once, several women around us let out soft, emotional “aww’s” while Cindy clapped excitedly with the rest

*Adele's point of view*Maya tried taking a breath, but fear still shook her entire body. “It was Viraj,” she finally said. “He attacked my father while he was waking from his rest.” Her voice cracked badly. “I found him bleeding out.”The image alone made my chest ache.Maya swallowed hard before continuing. “He told me to find you,” she said while looking toward Demarion. “He said you would know what to do.”She quickly drank from her glass, almost desperately.Demarion sighed quietly. “I understand your situation, Maya,” he replied carefully. “But we are a wolf pack. We cannot involve ourselves in vampire wars.”“I know,” Maya said quickly. “I know that.” Hope suddenly flashed across her tear-filled eyes. “But my father said if nothing else worked, mentioning the name ‘Denver’ would change your mind.”The second she said the name, my entire body stiffened.“Denver...?” I whispered.Then realization slammed into me.“No... wait. That’s...”“Your father,” Maya confirmed softly as she

*Demarion's point of view*“Maybe you should stop fighting the sound,” Adele had suggested softly one night.I was lying with my head resting against her stomach while her fingers moved gently through my hair. I had woken up shaken again, my entire body tense from another nightmare.“If you stop resisting it,” she continued carefully, “maybe you’ll figure out where it’s coming from.”At first, I hated the idea. Everything inside me wanted to run from that sound. Still, a part of me wondered if she was right. So the next night, I tried. When the dream returned and I found myself standing once again in that lifeless wasteland, I forced myself not to panic. My body screamed at me to cover my ears, but instead, I pushed forward through the horrifying noise.The scream tore through me like knives. My vision blurred and my knees nearly buckled beneath me, but then I heard my name. At first it was faint, hidden beneath the screaming, almost impossible to catch. But then I heard it again.“De