All Chapters of His Rejected Mate: Her Cold Hearted Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

*Adele's point of view*“Who is it?” I asked again, a little louder this time.Whoever it was at the door still did not answer. Instead, another knock followed. A small frown formed on my face. I found it strange. I had just stepped out of the shower, my skin still warm, my hair slightly damp. After everything that had happened earlier, with Aurora walking in on Demarion and I, I had gotten used to throwing on a bathrobe right away. It felt safer somehow.More secure.I tightened the belt around my waist before walking over and opening the door. And there Demarion was, standing there and staring at me with a smile on his face.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my brows pulling together slightly.He did not answer me, instead his eyes moved slowly, from my face, down my body. Heat rushed up my neck instantly.“Hey. Eyes up here, buddy,” I snapped, lifting my hand and clicking my fingers to pull his attention back.His gaze snapped back to mine, but something had changed. His eyes wer

*Adele's point of view*“Okay…” Cindy said slowly.But I was not convinced. Something was definitely wrong. Cindy and I made our way toward the buffet tables together. The closer we got, the stronger the smell of food became. Warm, rich and inviting. It wrapped around me and made my stomach twist with hunger.I grabbed a single plate, holding it loosely in my hand. I was not about to rush this. I wanted to enjoy it, take my time, taste everything.I moved along the line slowly, scanning the different dishes, letting myself actually look instead of just piling food on. After a moment, I spotted one of the waiters and stepped toward him.“Excuse me,” I said politely. “Do you have that special hot tea? The one that helps you eat more?”He nodded with a knowing smile. “Of course. I will bring it to your table.”“Thank you,” I replied before moving on.By the time I caught up with Cindy, I noticed she was already holding two plates.I raised a brow, about to say something, but she beat me

*Adele's point of view*"Yeah." The voice came from beside Claire. "Hi."I turned slowly and there she was. Aurora, standing next to Claire like she had always been there, like none of this was wrong. Then, a broken breath left my lips.What. The. Heck?"Seriously?" I whispered, my voice rising without control. "You?" My eyes burned as I stared at her. "What did I ever do to you? Tell me. Because right now, I am trying to understand."My chest heaved, my heart racing, anger rising fast and hot."When you came to Italy..." Aurora started, her expression twisting, "everything changed."I stayed quiet to hear what she had to say."At first, it was fine," she continued. "But then, suddenly, you became everything." Her voice sharpened. "The golden child."I blinked, confused."It was always 'Adele this' and 'Adele that.'" Her hands clenched at her sides. "Why can't you be more like Adele?"Her tone sounded hotter now."I was sick of it! Before you, I did not have to try. I did not even hav

*Adele's point of view*“I saw,” she said softly. “But tell me… were you truly trying to free yourself? Or were you reacting out of fear? Was it just your instinct taking over, pushing you into fight or flight?”Her words made me pause.“This is what I am trying to show you,” she continued. “You will not break free until you decide to. Not because of fear, not because of pain, but because of pure will. The same way people remain trapped in their own emotions. They stay stuck because they are not willing themselves to let go. They do not choose to release the past or believe in a better future.”Her voice carried a quiet strength and I let out a long breath. Why did people like her always speak like this? So calm and so wise. And yet somehow, so confusing.“Serenity,” I said, rubbing my temple slightly against my shoulder, “that sounded deep and beautiful, but it still does not tell me what I am supposed to do. Can you just tell me clearly? Or at least give me something simple. A hint,

*Adele's point of view*The chair behind her slammed into the wall with a loud crash. Her chest heaved as she stared at me, something wild in her eyes.“It was not fair,” she repeated, her voice shaking. “From the moment Casey and I came of age… he took us. Again and again. We had no choice. There was nothing we could do.”Her words hung in the air, heavy and broken. And for a second, I saw the pain and the anger in her eyes. Then she inhaled deeply, forcing herself to calm down. But what came next was worse. In one swift motion, she pulled out a small knife and a lighter. The soft flick of the flame echoed in the quiet cell.“But you…” she said, her voice lower now, almost curious.She held the blade over the flame, the metal slowly heating and glowing faintly.“You always escaped him,” she continued, her eyes locked on mine. “He could never even leave a mark on you.”The tip of the blade turned red.“Tell me… how did you do it?”Her voice sounded almost sincere. Almost.“Because I f