All Chapters of Rejected by My Alpha: Pregnant with his Secret Heir: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Lancel Fear harvested the souls of Tessa’s Pack members like the scythe of a grim reaper as fire roared up to the night sky. Are we under attack? Rogues? Werewolves from the enemy Pack? The answer came charging at us as a Pack member yelled afar off. “The Pack house is burning. The Pack house is burning!” “Davies!” Tessa cracked in despair beside me, and my heart almost broke out of my chest. We left Davies with the maid in the Pack house! The winds whistled in my ears as my mate blazed past me the next second.“Tessa!” I blared breathlessly before dashing after her along with the rest of us. Just the thought of Davies getting burned by the fire terrified me to the bones. With the speed we were gearing up, it’s a miracle that our skin wasn’t tearing. Yet, this isn’t enough. Every second counts. Davies could be in grave danger. If a hair on his head is harmed, Derrick won’t forgive us. He left us here to handle the situation in the Pack because he trusts us. Unfortunately, we have

DahliaIf time could just freeze, I was willing to spend all of my eternity here in Derrick’s arms. Not every day do I get to be swallowed by his endearing warmth, rewarded with his tantalizing cedar wood scent that easily bullied the smell of antiseptic in the private room. With this bed barely able to contain us comfortably, one would think the logical option is for me to leave. Instead, Derrick insisted I stay by his side. If only he knew that I didn’t even have the resolve to leave in the first place. All night, we stayed glued to each other in a soulful union. His right hand clung to the small of my back. Shooting a feverish rush of energy down to my spine and protecting me from falling. But this isn’t what I loved the most. It was the rhythm of his heart knocking against my face. I have heard all kinds of music, but none of them were as flawless as the tunes Derrick’s heart sang. Thick, peaceful, and soothing in a way that chased away all of my turbulent emotions. It was the v

Dahlia“No…” Derrick stated in that jagged voice of his, “I’ll handle this myself.” My head sparked like two live wires glued together. This was the last thing that I expected Derrick to say. It doesn’t make any sense! His Pack is stewing in crisis; he needs all the help he can get. Yet, my mate was impatiently dialing another number with trembling fingers. “Derrick—““I’ve got this, Dahlia.” He snapped, placing the phone to his ear.“How?” My father crossed his arms against his chest. “The last I checked, more than half of the Alphas in the Southern region are in Richard’s pocket. I doubt others are willing to help you with the level of chaos embattling your Pack.”“I’ll figure it out myself—“ whoever Derrick dialed, the call sent him to voicemail, prompting a thick vein to pulse in his temple. He gripped the phone so hard that I feared it could crack any second now. Why won’t he just take my help?! “Derrick, listen—“ “The answer is no, Dahlia!” His throbbing vein in his neck to

TeresaAside from the fact that the veins in my heart were threatening to explode any second now, and my blood boiling like a large ounce of molten metal resided in my stomach, I am mostly fine. Or at least that’s what I’d like to delude myself with, even though my wolf has been screeching at me since I sent Lancel away a couple of minutes ago. She absolutely detests me now, questioning why I had to chase our mate away. I did it for his own good. I tried telling her several times, but none of my words made sense to her. They weren’t even making sense to me, either. I say I’m doing this to protect Lanceel, but why does it feel as if my chest is being squeezed to death? I want to run out of my Pack and chase after Lancel so badly. Tell him that I didn’t mean my words. But I can’t…I have to put my mate above my selfishness, my desires.My knees were tapping out with each wobbly step I took towards the hospital. I could barely swing my head in any direction without the world spinning aro

Teresa “Teresa, wake up!” “Wake up, Teresa!” “Teresa!” My eyes opened at a snail’s pace, only to be hit by bluriness and pain firing in my neck with full force. The black floor was staring back at me until my eyes drifted to my legs, clasped together. I tried to move them, but for some reason, my ankles refused to part from each other. I groaned, opting to use my hands. Instead, pain exploded from the joints in my shoulders. My wrists burned against each other as I realized they were shackled behind the metal chair I was sitting on. “Teresa!” My ears rang with deafness thanks to my mother’s angst bursting my eardrums. “Mom?” I whispered, tipped my chin upward so I could get a view of my mother. I couldn’t print the expression on her face besides her unique red hair, and it didn’t help that the empty area was dimly lit. She was equally chained to a chair a few meters in front of me. Whatever she said, the ringing in my ears made sure I didn’t hear a word of it. “Mom!” I gasped.