All Chapters of Rejected by My Alpha: Pregnant with his Secret Heir: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Derrick All these while, I’ve been searching for the solution to the gloominess plaguing my Pack. Little did I know that the answer to that is Dahlia. There she was, dancing and all grins with my Pack members as they played indie music on the lawn, decorated with golden bulbs hung around the neighboring trees like Christmas lights. Seeing her this way reminded me of the old times. Every night, there was never a dull moment in our Pack while we were married. Because, like it was playing out before me now, Dahlia is the sun and the rest of us are just planets orbiting around her. And thanks to her, my Pack is reverberating with laughter and happiness. My wolf was yearning to join her, dance, and bask in her lovely scent, but I preferred to watch from this distance instead. It’s her first night in the Pack, and I should let her mingle with her people, no matter how selfish I want to be.My eyes wandered amidst the crowd till I found my two little firecrackers. I thought Davies was a

Dahlia “How can I take my woman to a room that represents five years of my mistake and misery?” Derrick doesn’t know how much damage his confession did to me. There was this unexplainable bubble wandering around my chest. The kind that made me wonder, just how much did he suffer without me in his life? Frankly, if we hadn’t met at Vineland theme park, I would have continued living with the notion that my mate was currently leading the best life he could with Camilla Primrose. I should feel good and fuzzy that he was pining for me all these years. Instead, I finally understood this bubble parading in me. It signified my pain. Yes, I might have hated Derrick at some point in my life. But seeing how his life has become now, how can I be happy?He lost me. His power. His people. His Pack.“Dahlia…” His thick voice grounded me back to reality as we carried me into his bedroom. I tapped his chest gently so he would allow me to stand. My heart broke at the sight of the place. There was

Lucas “Today is the day, Dad…” My heart shriveled as I stood before my father, bound in shackles, sitting in the dark corner of his dungeon. I expected that he would look up at me, give a reaction, or something. But my father? He remained rigid as a rock in his position. He didn’t flinch. I even listened to his heart for any sign of fear; there was nothing. “Dad!” My fists clenched by the sides, but he didn’t bother. Just like he hasn’t cared to say a word to me or anyone else since he’s been locked up in here. I’m his son! Why won’t he just look at me? Anything will do rather than this stifling silence he’s enforcing. “Didn’t you hear me?” I growled, gripping the metal bars so hard that I nearly pulled them apart. “You’re facing judgment today, and you’re not saying shit!” Again, crickets.“Dad!” I roared. If the bars weren’t made out of steel, by now they would have wrenched under my grip. “You of all people know the punishment for your crime,” I uttered breathlessly. The mor

Dahlia Since I’ve known Laila, she’s never one to be so gloomy that her humor meter automatically falls flat to zero. This morning was a first. She hasn’t smiled at all since I got to her house. I can count the number of words she’s said, and I’m pretty sure that they are not more than ten.What’s worse is that I don’t even know the right words to tell her. Even if I tell her everything would be alright, it’s just cold comfort. I already heard reports of some of our Pack members calling them a family of traitors. Wait a minute, ‘our?’ Gosh, just one day with Derrick and I’m already thinking I’m back to being one of them. I can deal with this thought later. Right now, Laila is my priority. “You know Derrick would never hurt you guys, right?” I took away the pillow separating us on the couch so our hips could grind against each other.She didn’t lift her eyes from the pillow she was squeezing between her legs. If anything, my statement seems to have hit the wrong nerve. “If Derric

Dahlia“Did you really have to let things come to this, Lucas?” I queried behind him while he stood rigid as Laila wept in his arms. Derrick’s eyes burned red, the smell of his blood dragged my eyes to his fists balled so hard that his knuckles paled. He didn’t need to say a word; his silence was loud enough to convey every detail of his feelings. He inhaled sharply and then walked past us. His aura breezed past us like the cold, heavy winds of Antarctica, forcing my lungs to squeeze shut. I know that look. That chilling feeling. Derrick was sinking. “Derrick!” I called, but it’s like my voice bounced off a brick and back at me. He just kept trudging forward, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, while his Pack members parted ways for him. I forgot Laila and Lucas without a second thought and pursued my mate.“Derrick!”The same thing again. In fact, his pace became quicker.“Derrick, hold up.” This time, anxiety seeped into my chords, and one would expect that would at