บททั้งหมดของ Rejected by My Alpha: Pregnant with his Secret Heir: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

DahliaIf there is anything Derrick Wolfsborne of Silverline Pack hates more than rogues, it is me. Dahlia Silverclaw, his wife. His love for me runs so deep that he would never taste any meals cooked by me. Every moment, every second, that he spends with me feels like torture for him. Almost like my presence rids him of the ability to do so much as breathe. Nothing I do ever impresses him. Gifting him feels like chasing a lost cause, as he never accepts them, or at the very least appreciates me. To him, I’m nothing more than a bug in his world. The stubborn kind that even the best insecticide can’t triumph over.Yet, this doesn’t stop me from swooping out of my lonely bed, which he hasn’t touched since we got married a year ago. I’m not sure I even remember the last time he visited my bedroom—yes, we sleep in different bedrooms that are far apart, like a magnet repelling its pole. But this doesn’t discourage me. Instead, I wake up every morning, challenging myself to never give up on

DahliaEverything happened so fast. One moment, I’m walking in the woods with my arms crossed against my chest, still plagued by my husband’s words from this morning. Wondering when he will return home so we can have a proper discussion on what he meant by ‘my days are numbered’. The other moment came, and my ears were drumming from howls of our warriors breaking the peaceful silence of the night. Howls that passed a signal loud and clear—we were at war. Sirens suddenly blared around the Pack, and I panicked. Silverline Pack is relatively peaceful, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have our fair share of days when rogues go mad by infiltrating the Pack to steal. But never before have we had to use the sirens, at least since I became an official member of the Pack. Alpha Christoper had once told me the only times they’d use that is to warn our members to use their safehouses in situations of a dangerous invasion.And that invasion was now!My next train of thought was to run, not to save

DahliaBy the time I woke up, Laila was beside my bed. Her bleary eyes were moist with sadness, and her face was worn out by stress. The battle must have been horrific if the future Pack doctor could be this heavily drawn out, too. “Oh…thank goodness you’re awake!” She held my hand in between hers, stroking my skin softly. “How are you feeling? Is there pain anywhere?” She tried inspecting me, but I was enveloped in worry for another cause entirely, and I didn’t care about the pain that lingered around my neck. “Wh-what ha–ppened? Where’s Derrick?” I looked around the room devoid of Derrick’s presence. Somehow, I could feel his wolf in deep pain through our bond.“Dahlia…” water toured down her cheeks like a gentle stream. The sadness and pain reflected in her eyes slowly pushed me to sit up on the bed. Something happened. My husband…“It’s Alpha Christoper,” she cracked.“What?” I gasped as a whirlpool of angst twirled in my stomach.“We won the war but…Alpha Christoper…” she sniff

DerrickSince when did Dahlia become defiant? Even with my aura swallowing up the room like the night itself, she didn’t flinch. Her hazel eyes shone with resolve, and her grip on the luggage handle was solid enough to state that she wasn’t planning to yield to me. “I said…I’m not leaving,” she declared, again. And it riled my insides so much that I became a volcano about to burst its molten lava onto the world. How dare she challenge my authority? I’m her Alpha. My word is law. She must listen to me!I blazed to her in a split second, bringing along a swift woosh of breeze that combed through her black hair. I thought this single action of mine would startle her at the very least, that my build would rattle her bones with cowardice. Instead, her eyes remained resolute. They didn’t even blink, nor did her heart skip a beat. She smelled like vanilla, the sweetest my nose has ever smelled. One that made my insides bubble.No! I’m getting distracted. I should be growling, not taking in

Derrick I kissed Dahlia last night. The morning has dawned, and here I am wrapped in my white towel, standing before the bathroom mirror of my guest room like an idiot. How could I lose control of myself? For one good year, I have never dreamt of kissing her, let alone acting on it. It’s not like I haven’t kissed Dahlia before. We kissed once at our wedding. It was short, simple, and performative at best. But last night was different. Uncontrolled. Hot. Breathless. Firing my nerves with electric signals that awakened my body in ways I’ve never felt before. In fact, I can still feel a lingering tiny spark whenever I touch my lips. What changed? Dahlia has never made my heart race, yet just one kiss has successfully unscrewed every voice of reason in my head. I can’t sleep. I can’t think without her memory crossing my mind. How could I betray Cami?Teresa was right, I shouldn’t have allowed Dahlia in my room. No, my biggest mistake was even agreeing to her damned thirty-day proposal