All Chapters of Rejected by My Alpha: Pregnant with his Secret Heir: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Dahlia“Zahra Silverclaw!” My voice bounced off the walls of my living room, cluttered with the beautiful mess that is my five-year-old daughter’s toys. “How many times have I told you to clean up with your toys after you’re done playing with them?!” I lamented to everything but my little criminal, who was probably lodged somewhere in this mansion up to her usual mischief. “Goodness gracious!” I yelped, gripping my foot and nearly losing my stance after stepping on one of her little figures from her dollhouse. Since when did they make these figures so hard?! “Mommy!” Zahra’s sharp and tiny excited voice blared all the way from the top of the stairways, dragging my eyes to her big smile in an instant.“Za—“ she shut me up with her small index finger pressed against her lips. “Shhhhhh…” she did all but hush in the quietest fashion possible. And then my eyes fearfully followed her legs as she hurriedly hopped down each stair. Afraid she might trip, and ready to catch her if she does.

Dahlia“Are you ready for your next adventure, little one?” Rowan pinched the bridge of Zahra’s nose as he lifted her to his waist.“I was born ready!” she screamed, hands piercing the air with a grin as blinding as the sun. Butterflies fluttered in my belly as laughter erupted from me, but the feeling died all too quickly as my wolf arose in my core.Derrick is here! She screamed. My breath stalled in my lungs, my neck burned like I was set on brimstone fire. My ears dulled to the sound of Rowan and my daughter’s hearty chatter, overridden by my thumping heart. And with the speed of light, my eyes searched for Derrick amidst the crowd. “Mommy, what’s wrong?” worry seeped into Zahra’s tiny voice, dragging my gaze back to their concerned brows.My wolf probably misread the energy; there’s no way Derrick can be here. He hates theme park–“Dahlia…” My world stilled, hearing that dreadful, overly familiar gruff voice call out to me. My neck tilted in his direction on impulse; nothing m

Rowan“Dahlia!” fear spooked in my voice as I barrelled into our mansion, greeted by nothing but graveyard silence. I hustled up the flight of stairs briskly, my heart nearly clawing out of my chest from the fear of the unknown. After Derrick and I got into a fight this evening, Dahlia has been unreachable. She wouldn’t return my texts or calls. Today was supposed to be perfect. I was aiming to go down on one knee, but that unfortunate fool just had to ruin my plan.“Dahlia!” I burst into her room, but there was still nothing. And then I went to the only other place she could be in—Zahra’s room.“Dah–” My woman cut me off with a light press of her index finger against her lips. I froze at the door, inspecting both mother and daughter. Zahra was sleeping peacefully; she used her mother’s thighs as a makeshift pillow. Dahlia was seated upright, her back leaning against the headboard while she used her hand to pat her daughter’s head tenderly. While Zahra was certainly enjoying peace, I

Dahlia “I had a dream, mommy,” Zahra pitched in front of me. We were on her bed while my hands busied themselves combing her messy black curls.“Oh, really?” A proud smile decorated my lips. “Did you finally ride the unicorns in this one?”“Nope!” she shook her head, making me lose a handful of her hair I was holding. “I saw Deweek.”“Deweek?” My brows furrowed, wondering who this new friend of hers is. I swear, not a day goes by that my daughter does not end up making one new friend or another. She hummed. “It’s the bad man we saw at Uncle Ro’s theme park.”My heart sank, my hands froze, and Zahra sniffed the sudden unrest that plagued my aura. She didn’t turn back at me, but she stopped playing with her doll. “What bad man?” I pretended to be clueless, dearly hoping…Oh, I dearly hoped it wasn’t Derrick she dreamt about. But my hope was soon shattered like glass the instant her lips moved. “Deweek…the one that made you cry. He hit Uncle Ro, too.”A knot tightened in my chest whil

DahliaMeeting Derrick tonight here after spending the whole day cooped up inside my house because of him must be the moon goddess's way of laughing at me. What is even worse is that I can’t stop thinking about what he said to me earlier,“Exactly. You hate it.” How did he know that I don’t like auctions? Throughout our marriage, I can count the number of times we had a decent conversation. Well, if half-hearted and one-word replies from him could count as decent. I know I shouldn’t give two cents about how he knows my dislike anyway. Still, I found it impressive that he remembers that little detail about me. No, what was better…was him almost catching on to my lie. Since I walked into this auction house, I’ve been wearing nothing but a charade.Yes, I’m snuggling with Rowan, but my head is elsewhere. I can’t stop thinking about how Cami held on to Derrick. I can’t get the image of him looking flawless and daunting like always in his suit. I realized today how much I’ve missed his sc